Green island
[Intro]
Bricks
Redman, good lookin'
Let me use this shit
[Chorus]
Who is them niggas?
Who is them niggas?
Who is them niggas?
Who is them niggas?
Who is them niggas?
Young Zee and Mr. Battle!
[Verse 1]
Motherfuckin'
Ladies and gentlemen
Your style's sweeter than insulin
When I shoot him and him
You better dance
Like Les Twins and them
I'm not just local
Like new jersey transit
I'm known in Kansas
To Calabasas
And Tallahasses
I'm from N to the E
W-A-R to the K
And to my ex girl's new dude
I fucked first like Ray J
You could never be fresher than me
Just fresh as me
Especially when i dump Ecstacy
At the embassy
I go diamond like
Wedding rings off
Prince Henry's queen
Gun in my denim jeans
Since I've been fifteen
And if your bitch wanna fuck
Tell her to bring good rubbers
Or the shit's gonna fall off
Like King Push brother
Your songs all the same
I'm more inhumane
Than a war in Ukraine
Where I'm from Saddam Hussein
Will get robbed on a train
The streets is ours
He's a nurse like
Meet the Fockers
We pull up on his street in Chargers
And beat his father
Till he needs a walker
I do MCs awfully
Like Third World countries
To the fourth degree
Fast as race horses pee
I harvest meat
From a hog I beat
To death in Albany
I slaughtered him
And made pork and beans
I do shit off the screen
Y'all would scream
Guns go "Ga-bow!"
Like Raekwon in C.R.E.A.M
Then i leave off the scene
In a Porsche machine