Brand Nubian - Lick Dem Muthaphukaz lyrics

rate me

[Lord Jamar talking]

Ah yeah, ya know what I'm sayin'

Nine trey, Brand Nubian in effect

On ya motherfuckin' head

Not givin' a fuck

Word up, know what I'm sayin'

In the wilderness of North America

[Verse 1: Lord Jamar]

You like to taste the lead, well get ya face fed

After I'm done, you rather suck on pencils

Here comes the coroner with chalk for the stencils of your body

As I walk over the shit and spit outta heart

Now brothers talk shit and can't back it

That's why I had to fit em' for a full metal jacket

Peel his cap once cause I know it's all it takes

Watch the motherfucker fall and his body catch the shakes (BLAST)

Just before he die, I'ma look him in his eye

Ask the nigga how he figure he was big enough to try

The motherfuckin' G to the O to the D

I told ya couple times that the Gods must be crazy

But ya didn't listen, so now ya on a mission

To get an autopsy, a raw C-O, ya can't stops me

Now tell me is there anybody else

Before I put my AK back up on the shelf

Cause I put in work like Job Corps

Niggas talk shit and get jerked and robbed for

Their life by a knife or a gun

So when ya see me comin, nigga run

[Hook]

See I had to lick em' - Punk motherfucker

See I had to lick em' - Punk motherfucker

See I had to lick em' - Punk motherfucker

See I had to lick em' - Punk motherfucker

E-Everybody down with my crew, a fuckin' menace to society

E-Everybody down with my crew, a fuckin' menace to society

E-Everybody down with my crew, a fuckin' menace to society

A fuckin' menace to society

[Verse 2: Sadat X]

Somebody's dead, a whole crowd forms

The cops ain't even come yet and money's dead in the street

Somebody called his people and they come downstairs screamin'

Six girls cryin' wild cause money had a child

A good dick, couldn't even stand the .44 lick

Dead quick, the funeral is strictly closed-casket

And ol' Aunt Faith, her baby fingerpaints

My moms know the time so she wanna send me down to Alabama

I gotta cousin, says she's got some friends

She says they strictly fuckin' I could get away from buckin'

She tried to gas me up, I tell her sex is everywhere

And sex is but a word, it ain't shit I ain't heard

Tell my moms I ain't leavin' my crew said to stay

My crew I'm believin' so fuck it anyway

I got my mob from the rule, that live by the cruel

And my crew from Courtland Ave. they always say they'll set it off

And if I choose, who's somebody might die

And if they don't die then they won't be able to walk

Pump slugs in his back for talkin' pussy talk

[Hook to end]