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Keith Muray featuring Eric Sermon & Redman: Yeah Yeah, You Know It lyrics

Just blaze you son uva gun

Uh huh, uh huh
Uh huh, uh huh
Uh huh, uh huh(yeah yeah you know it)
Uh huh, uh huh
Uh huh, uh huh(ain't scared to show it)
Uh huh, uh huh

We do this like we want to
and don't give a fuck.
Yeah yeah yeah you know it.
Ain't scared to show it.

(Verse 1:Keith Murray)
It go lights camera action,ya on! Excuse me Mr. Murray but cha uh uh on.
I spit the uh uh uh uh word bomb, cuz cats out here don't be saying jacko,I get
raw and explicit when I spit it on the mic.
Old folks say that boy need the Looord in his life.
NIGGA you think you can phase me, but NIGGA you must be crazy.
It go esse loco, damo beso, Dominican gals dem call us neeegro.
I keep a show pony, short camel toe, the reason why? man I dunno.
No matter where I go, here I go, there I go I'm proper.
And keep shit poppin' like Orville Redenbacher, more freaky
deaky with the speechy I stay off the meat rack B exactly.

(Hook x2)

(Verse 2: Eric Sermon)
Sermon bless the flow you know God sent me.
Time is money, and my time cost like a Bentley.
I'm dope, (oh yeah you know it) like a infared beam (ain't scared to show it)
Keep it, check my movement, this here feel right, POW, check his cap to make
its peeled right, boy you a fake thug with a deal the only gang you represent
is Sugar Hill. Yep!
You cats is kittens, boy drink this milk, put down the Henessee, son ya killin
Dub, I snatch the corn from the children.
Stashed it in ya homeboys building.
Stop he's killin it somebody call the cops, yea call 911 and watch no one come.
Thats to show how nice I am, the fifth group Russel signed to Def Jam. whoa!

(Hook x2)

(Verese 3:Redman)
In bed I'm the marathon man, Redman
Hittin more walls than aerosol cans, don't I. (Yeah yeah you know it.)
And when I fuck. (Ain't scared to show it)
Yo and when the bricks outta control, barricade the city.
Theres an outbreak in ya outta state committee, you seen it, (yeah yeah you
know it)
And if ya got it (ain't scared to show it)
You want the bad guy, here I am.
I got them hoes on killa cam.
Throwing they draws on the ceiling fan, you as small as a kilogram, I'm a
airplane riding over Columbia.
You little man I'm the boss Dr. Banocka, shut up all the gossip, bring yoa
I whup ass,like Ike Turner anyday, when I stomp m.c.'s out I yell, Annie Mae.
Whether I'm hot or not pidgeons gone flock, they gone get the wig done, for
diggin on doc find me around the aisle in the frozen food.
Cuz I'm so cool, cool, cool(x3 into fade)

(Hook x4)

Give it to me, don't say nuttin', don't say nuttin', ooooooooooooooooh, give it
to me.