Brothers On My Jock (feat. Redman)

Brothers on my jock For the way I hold a piece of steel Brothers on my jock For the way I hold a piece of steel Brothers on my jock For the way I hold a piece of steel Brothers on my jock For the way I hold a piece of steel So what cha saying I go wild as I sip from a cold Lowenbrau Set up rhymes like fire to gunpowder Boom, did the bassline crank From being rated R, from being top rank I'm hard like an erection Phrases might get too tough to break down in sections So I grab a pen and pad, I'm back To make a killer similar to a back stab Don't arrest me, arrest my brain, it's insane If I'm booty, then I've been framed By an MC, who can't be the R E D Fuck with me, you'll get slapped up and capped up easy By me and a tre-eight pistol So vacate the premises Or ask Mayday, Mayday for H E L P Brothers tell me, I'm electrifyin' similar to round three I don't brag and boast but smash and roast MCs with degrees from here to the West Coast I'm miracle with no abrakadaba Piece of membranes will smash like crackers Were they Ritz, Saltine or Town House None of the above get caught with the roundhouse Kick, black flip, semi full My vocal chord prove my pull ain't bull I'm down wit the Squad No more than four to five brothers Six or more, you seen got smothered By a fist of fury, next is the verdict Let's hear it from the jury Brothers on my jock For the way I hold a piece of steel Brothers on my jock For the way I hold a piece of steel Brothers on my jock For the way I hold a piece of steel Brothers on my jock For the way I hold a piece of steel So what cha saying I'm a nightmare to rappers, terror to an MC Cold wreck, the nigga with the help of E-D Aggravation, don't need it, so get off my dick Master of disaster, no time for flicks Straight up b-boy, Real McCoy like Bruce Leroy Strap the bozack when I'm stabbin' a skeezoid Gangsta rap, it's Daddy Mack with a bozack Roy the funk punk pumps skunk like a smokestack So swing low and lick up balls I'm like Schwarzenegger, correcting shit In Total Re-call up E-D and the posse that's ten deep To wax a sucker nigga booty rappin' MC So step off 'cause she gets no props So stick the fork in him, Redman 'cause he's done Brothers on my jock For the way I hold a piece of steel Brothers on my jock For the way I hold a piece of steel Brothers on my jock For the way I hold a piece of steel Brothers on my jock For the way I hold a piece of steel So what cha saying I'm E-D, I belong with the A-Team A one man wreckin' machine by all means Necessary, I destroyed on contact No fear of getting killed 'cause I'm strapped The Hit Squad's deep, making it sweet to creep On my crew but you don't sleep My mic is caffeine, similar to Maxwell Making it smooth for me, yes, to wax well And you might get scared and spark a stove 'Cause I pack steel but hold on like En Vogue My swiftness, I got a gift not for Christmas God bless, mmm-hmm, can I get a witness I'm fresh like a bag of Chips Ahoy No toy, I'm a hardcore b-boy Once again, I quote, I'm danger I smoked Smokey the Bear, I killed the forest ranger Poof, the fire's out and I'm gone Peace to Mandela and Farrakhan Brothers on my jock For the way I hold a piece of steel Brothers on my jock For the way I hold a piece of steel Brothers on my jock For the way I hold a piece of steel Brothers on my jock For the way I hold a piece of steel So what cha saying