: [Redman] Killa House Brick City Style P. When Funk Doc start takin' the drag It's like who in the hell left this apron to lad broken glass I'm swinging
HENESSEY (Sprite go right with the) HENESSEY (Make ya night go right with the) KC TEA (KC TEA!) [Verse 2] I like to drink it in a real big wine glass
for that white They use to call me the pirex kid, aka young arm n hammer In the kitchen with the pots yeah work the glass Hard on em pimp yeah i work
wrong thank god for that white They use to call me the pirex kid, aka young arm and hammer In the kitchen with the pots yeah work the glass Hard on 'em
: Hammer and a nail Hammer and a nail Saint behind the glass Holds a hammer and a nail Baby in his arms Baby in his arms Saint behind the glass Has
One lonely cowboy Pining a women unkind Walked into the saloon on my feet that felt like lead Cold steel hammer pounding into the back of my head I raise up my glass
bag I camped out overnight Right in front of the store, then as soon as it was light out I pressed my nose right up against the glass You know, I had
, ay Then its right back to my muggin' face Niggas said put the weed out BBM, you buggin face We walked in, want somethin', bottles pop like we won some'n Raise a glass
in the war of my life, a the door of my life Out of time and there's nowhere to run I've got a hammer and a heart of glass I gotta know right now which
God for that white They used to call me the Pyrex kid aka Young Arm & Hammer In the kitchen with the pots, yeah, I work the glass Hard on 'em, pimp,
MC Hammer Started selling dope I'm too legit to quit When it's Hammer time, I'm pulling out the stick Hammers movin' on my chest when I hammer dance
the pastor bleeding You ain't gotta ask the reason, I know it's jack or scheming You can see the tiger stripe J from a mile away Yellow white and glasses
sleeping bag I camped out overnight Right in front of the store, then as soon as it was light out I pressed my nose right up against the glass You know
punk-ass awards) I'm a celebrity (Take your fake smile off) Ghetto celebrity Ain't nothing changed nigger The media will test ya, popularity is pressure Porsche Panamera, platinum hammer
awards) I'm a celebrity (Take your fake smile off) Ghetto celebrity aint nothing changed nigger [Lloyd Banks] The media will test ya, popularity is pressure Porche Panamera platinum hammer
Ducking his ass Beat upside down, straight bucking his ass Louie bat to his head, roll a truck in his ass Old man style, bust a bottle, cut 'em wit glass
stronger Chea, chea, chea, chea Sheek Louch cummin' through wavin' the 4, 4 Night boots, black hudie, tell me who want war Coke on the glass table, some
grass growin' wild in fact Cracked walls burnt black like a kingdom sacked Memories like artifacts attacked yet still intact Melodies wrapped in glass