Erick Sermon, 11/29, Redman - Future Thug lyrics

Aiyyo everybody hands up
Run yo' bling bling, nigga boy stand up
It's E-Dub, whassup? yeah I'm bouncin
Large amounts of cash we countin
That stand tall like mountains
To bring the drama, it takes a second man
(that's it) one wrong move
"Bring the Pain" like Method Man
It's your boy damnit, it's the Bandit
New Hummer in transit
Twenty-seven inches come standard (YO)
This my people, whether drivin the Benz
The Pinto
Or the Regal, the Range Rover, the Beatle
(uh) i'm in New York now but I
Represent the SWATS of A Town
When I touch down amid grounds
Me and L-Dub and Redman, that's it mo'fuckah
You heard what I said man, that's real
(what the deal)
It's E-Dub, pronounce it right
Eyes green like Kryptonite, so good night!

What y'all want? Y'all want this?
We give it to ya, we future thugs
We up in yo' crib like
We up in yo' club like
We up in yo' hood like, we future thugs

Where niggas be thinkin the
Cadillac's on 23's
Bitch bring with the DVD's
Old school bucket seats
South Memphis to College P, Decatur to NYC
Top droppin that Benz 'til it
Came with the leather seat
Back up off my whip or I
Jump out and cause a tragedy
St louis to Florida, from NY to Tennessee
Them boys ride 20's, them niggas from the hay
Them boys flickin Bentleys, Benz
Lex and Escalades them boys ride clean
Twist and turnin in yo' face
With that chameleon paint, fresh as?
I pull up in a fo'-fo'-two with E-Dub
With a convertible top on the Chevy
We like what def Squad in this piece
You want it we give it to ya
You don't want no trouble with me
I might do ya and tear the club up with
E-Dub and that nigga bang
Better respect my gangsta I
Stay with two Rugers

Yo, I ain't a thug but I do
Thug things nigga so hold me down
Forty round, caliber spitter
That's how the shorty crown
Run with gordy hounds for 40
Miles then ignore me now
Duck +Motowns+ than Barry Gordy found
Sorry clown! Super future thug
12 shoe shoot you through the rug
James Bond, watch on my arm
Tellin me who to truck my God's my gun
Don't need him since cerebreal cock
Beat him size ammo three to
Five mammal we the Gods
That'll shit on your turf
That'll get in your skirt i heard Alicia
So my dick give what a woman is worth
I make them niggas blow then
Hide 'em inside 'em
My noggin is strange when them dogs is ridin
Cause, I'ma, cheap fucker, street usher
Eat supper with
Pack of wolves that act a fool
Blood on they upper lip
Need a nigga, I'm that nigga to call
Nigga to draw chainsaws to the brawl
Cuttin ya ligaments off