Redman - Rated R" lyrics

I'm rated R, this is a warning
Boy, you can't fuck with me
I'm rated R, this is a warning
Boy, you can't fuck with me
I'm rated R, this is a warning
Boy, you can't fuck with me
I'm rated R, this is a warning
Boy, you can't fuck with me
(Nah, nah, nah, fuck that)

Don't hold me back
The Funkadelic Devil just snapped
With a rap that's shittin' on
The story of Jack Sprat
So put your money where your mouth is
Watch Redman house shit
And if it's beef, I'll punch
You in your mouth, kid
(Damn) i got a heart
But my heart is made out of nails
Word to Jamelle
My heart pumps nails in my blood rail
I'm not a warrior or barbarian type of nigga
I'm just quick to smoke your family
Then fuck your sister
That's what type of shit I'm on, word is bond
Been thinkin' about playin' that nice
Guy role at heaven door
'Cause ever since I was an infant
I was different
Paid no attention to my moms when she rifted
I was a hardheaded mother-F
But had to step 'cause she
Hit me with a left, then another left
That's why my brain is out of order
Because it take just a quarter
To manslaughter ya little daughter
And do a drive-by, fuck that
I walk by and I spray shit
Then carve my name in your pavement
I was Rated X, but I flexed
I beat up the devil with a shovel
So he dropped me a level ain't that ill
That I could just stand and
Watch the blood spill from a known rapper
But now the rapper's no-frill?
Just because I made a record, I'm a star?
That's bullshit, what's the flavor, Tame?
(Fuck what you heard, this rated R)

I'm rated R, this is a warning
Boy, you can't fuck with me
I'm rated R, this is a warning
Boy, you can't fuck with me
I'm rated R, this is a warning
Boy, you can't fuck with me
I'm rated R, this is a warning
Boy, you can't fuck with me

Back to part two of the segment, the Red bend
Mics of all types
Pour beer out for my dead friends
And if I didn't know ya, to hell with ya
Punk
And tell the devil I'll be in time for lunch
(Heh heh heh heh) got naughty in my nature
Plus I'm down with OPP
The best part about it, I got AIDS, bitch
Psych, I'm only kiddin'
Only do it to ugly women
'Cause the pretty one's puss' smell
Like they went fishin'
I grab my dick with a tight
Grip 'cause I might flip yo, Red
Kick that hype shit on who
You had a fight with
I had a fight with Chuck, the punk motherfuck
Tried to stab me in the gut
So I dazed him with an uppercut (Bing)
Snapped the neck on Michael Myers
Then I freaked it 'Cause it was August
And he was talkin' this trick-or-treat shit
(Trick or treat)
Jason, my man, slangs rocks like up the block
143rd and Amsterdam by the smoke shop
Norman Bates work the night shift late
Since he dresses like his mama
I pimp him and his hoecake
Bust a maneuver, Freddy Krueger
Dreamed about me havin' him scooped up
He woke up with his dukes up
That caused me to cut the hands
Off the man with the chainsaw
Plus I got his brain pickled in a jar
So let's get down with the funk break
'Cause they tailgate my rap style
So to cut 'em off, i truncate
And rough 'em up, tough 'em up
Like bust 'em up with the one-two punch
Like servin' a customer
And if you hear a man that sounds like me
Smack him then ask him where the fuck did
He get his damn raps from?
I know, from me, the original P-Funk
See ya next LP, chump

I'm rated R, this is a warning
Boy, you can't fuck with me
I'm rated R, this is a warning
Boy, you can't fuck with me
I'm rated R, this is a warning
Boy, you can't fuck with me
I'm rated R, this is a warning
Boy, you can't fuck with me

Get a check-up from the neck-up, nigga