Redman — Future Thugs

[Intro - Redman] Uh huh Uh huh Turn the music up a lil bit Uh huh Where dem horns at? Dun dun dun dun da-dunnn! [Verse 1 - Redman] 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 wit gordy hounds for forty miles Then ignore me now Duck, Motown sent Barry Gordy found Sorry clown! Super future thug 12 shoe shoot ya through the rug James Bond watch on my arm Tellin' me move the truck Who the fuck can fuck wit me? (No one no one) Do a buck 50 (on the highway) Wit ya woman head on my lap Tryna keep up wit me Gilla nigga, dog Writing bombs in gorilla paws Don't applause I shit at seminars I ain't even draw My God's my gun Don't need 'em son, cerebral cock Beetle size ammo 3 to 5 mammal we the guys That'll shit in ya turf That'll get in ya skirt I love Alicia so I'ma give what a woman is worth I heard them niggas go *Buck buck bidda bluck* Then hide 'em Inside of My noggin is strange (*howl*) When them dogs is ridin' 'Cause I'm a cheap fucker, block usher Eat supper wit 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 (Yo) [Chorus - Icadon] 'Ey yo we future future thugs Nigga we bear the minerals Two tares subliminal These here is criminal Don't be starin' at generals (future future thugs) We swear at interviews Switch gears up in the coupe We future thugs! 'Ey yo we future future thugs Nigga we bear the minerals Two tares subliminal These here is criminal Don't be starin' at generals (future future thugs) We swear at interviews (Where dem horns at?) Switch gears up in the coupe (Dun dun dun dun da-dunnn!) We future thugs! [Verse 2 - Ghostface Killah] ('Ey yo what up, yo?) Y'all bitch niggas playin' me real close Steppin' on my Wally's but Iron Man walk wit steel toes We used to rush arenas but now we just steal shows My eagle attracting people Look, it's made out of pure gold Versace rose colorful lens Matchin' my Timbs Blacked out Benz Stop frontin' 'cause we back out twins It's Doc and Deini NIgga go and cock the semi Put a million in the hood 'Cause our blocks is needy Jean jackets with graffiti Rope chains with the Nefertiti charms Sealin' the packages up with them greasy palms The only way y'all can see me Is if the TV's on My reign unanimous I got the belt and I'ma handle it Blow you out like candlesticks Microphone vandalist Evangelist Analyst and my style is not to be tampered with Flows on some cancer sick Horns I don't answer it Them phone suits don't have all my money Bet I will cancel it [Chorus - Icadon] 'Ey yo we future future thugs Nigga we bear the minerals Two tares subliminal These here is criminal Don't be starin' at generals (future future thugs) We swear at interviews Switch gears up in the coupe We future thugs! 'Ey yo we future future thugs Nigga we bear the minerals Two tares subliminal These here is criminal Don't be starin' at generals (future future thugs) We swear at interviews (Where dem horns at?) Switch gears up in the coupe (Dun dun dun dun da-dunnn!) We future thugs! [Verse 3 - Ludacris] Whoa! Whoa! Whoa! Whoa! Wait up! Hold up! Hold up! Without Further ado let me get this show on the road Future thug Even my Kool-Aid jug's plated in gold I'm faded and blowed My life savings, made it in shows And lost it on my way to Jerz, 'cause I paid it in tolls So you can kiss my hairy bean bag FUCK the nation Just twist ya favorite *titty* nipples to my radio station Because I say what I mean and do what I say I had a mind of my own but weed blew it away And now my lyrics got the parents all disgusted and heated Because I'm nastier than airplane food and those that eat it I'm never forgotten (Unh!) Just rotten straight to the core Up in ya telly with that wet towel up under the door So need I say more? I'm just your neighborhood whore Wit Coronas and blunts The size of some 4x4s People claimin' that they comin' to my side of the South But they ventriloquists and talkin' out the side of they mouth So the bullets I'm slidin' 'em out And the criminals hidin' em out And they all wanna come in the hood and try to make good but a nigga's guidin' 'em out So all these other phony rappers keep your heads to the sky Because I'm ruining it for everyone They wish I'd just diiiieee (Where them horns at?) (Dun dun dun dun da-dunnn!)