SilverSamurai
All Star
"I'm walking half dead, acting senile
With bigger nikkas from jail than the one in Green Mile"
With bigger nikkas from jail than the one in Green Mile"
Redman quotable thread
- Thread starter I love Latina women
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Awesome Wells
The Bobby Womack of Crack
"My style is milk of magnesia, clutch the 5-speed and bust. The more the merrier, secure the area. My la familia
is ultimate superior. We don't jack cars, we jack for aircraft carriers..."
"Beasts from the East" - 1997
is ultimate superior. We don't jack cars, we jack for aircraft carriers..."
"Beasts from the East" - 1997
I love Latina women
Veteran
His whole last verse on How High is a quotable 
“Look up in the, I got the verbs, nouns and glocks in ya
Enter the centa, lyrics bang like rico-chet
Rabbit, I brings havoc with an A-K matic
Rollin' blunts an all day habit
I get it on like Smiff and Wess
Who clicks the best
Punks take a sip and test
Who split your vest
The funk phenomenon
I'm bombin you like Lebanon
Blow canals of Panama
Just off stamina
Styles not to be fukked with, or played with
fukk the pretty hoes, I love those Section A Bit-ches
Hittin switches, Twistin wigs with
Fat radical mathematical type scriptures
I dig up in your planets like Diga,
Boo, scared you, blew you to smithe-reens
fukk the marines, I got machines
To light the spliff, and read Mad magazine
I fly more heads than Continental
Wreck ya five times like US AIR off an instrumental
Look I'm not a half way crook with bad looks
But I may murder your case like your name was Cal Brooks
I breaks em up proppa
Ask Biggie Smalls 'Who Shot Ya'
Funk doctor, with the 12 Gauge Mossberg
Look, I got the tools like Rickle
To make your mind tickle
For the nine nickle”
That nikka blacked out on that verse
“Look up in the, I got the verbs, nouns and glocks in ya
Enter the centa, lyrics bang like rico-chet
Rabbit, I brings havoc with an A-K matic
Rollin' blunts an all day habit
I get it on like Smiff and Wess
Who clicks the best
Punks take a sip and test
Who split your vest
The funk phenomenon
I'm bombin you like Lebanon
Blow canals of Panama
Just off stamina
Styles not to be fukked with, or played with
fukk the pretty hoes, I love those Section A Bit-ches
Hittin switches, Twistin wigs with
Fat radical mathematical type scriptures
I dig up in your planets like Diga,
Boo, scared you, blew you to smithe-reens
fukk the marines, I got machines
To light the spliff, and read Mad magazine
I fly more heads than Continental
Wreck ya five times like US AIR off an instrumental
Look I'm not a half way crook with bad looks
But I may murder your case like your name was Cal Brooks
I breaks em up proppa
Ask Biggie Smalls 'Who Shot Ya'
Funk doctor, with the 12 Gauge Mossberg
Look, I got the tools like Rickle
To make your mind tickle
For the nine nickle”
That nikka blacked out on that verse 
Thank yall
thelonious21
I like my women tall
Thread should be 99 pages long..
"Like aougahh like I had cerebral palsy"
"Like aougahh like I had cerebral palsy"
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Awesome Wells
The Bobby Womack of Crack
His whole last verse on How High is a quotable
“Look up in the, I got the verbs, nouns and glocks in ya
Enter the centa, lyrics bang like rico-chet
Rabbit, I brings havoc with an A-K matic
Rollin' blunts an all day habit
I get it on like Smiff and Wess
Who clicks the best
Punks take a sip and test
Who split your vest
The funk phenomenon
I'm bombin you like Lebanon
Blow canals of Panama
Just off stamina
Styles not to be fukked with, or played with
fukk the pretty hoes, I love those Section A Bit-ches
Hittin switches, Twistin wigs with
Fat radical mathematical type scriptures
I dig up in your planets like Diga,
Boo, scared you, blew you to smithe-reens
fukk the marines, I got machines
To light the spliff, and read Mad magazine
I fly more heads than Continental
Wreck ya five times like US AIR off an instrumental
Look I'm not a half way crook with bad looks
But I may murder your case like your name was Cal Brooks
I breaks em up proppa
Ask Biggie Smalls 'Who Shot Ya'
Funk doctor, with the 12 Gauge Mossberg
Look, I got the tools like Rickle
To make your mind tickle
For the nine nickle”
He definitely blacked out on that!
Dude was coasting in the early bars and then went CRAZY!! HAHA!!
PoorAndDangerous
Superstar
So many. Red has to be the most underrated rapper in history
Creepin
To my no good nikkas and my no good bytches
Sorry if I left somebody leavin' out with stitches
Seems y'all too grown for ya britches
Enslaved your mind like cotton pickers for runnin' wit some rotten nikkas
I get raw to the core with hardcore metaphors
Resevoir Dog style, truly yours
Yes, I be the slug up in your chest
Then you wonder why you can't feel the full strength of cigarettes
My nationality is brutality
I got the gun up under your leather nikka so walk casually
You'd be surprised how much info you can get
For a bottle of crack to find yo' punk ass and yo' kinfolks
Plus, that crew you run with is butt
I was dusted one day when I made your man choke up
Rappers comin to New Jersey and be gettin fukked up (Uh)
Talkin about where they from and shyt when dem sons ain't runnin' shyt
And god forbid you do a show in da Bricks
You'd swear you was flying how we bring so much turbulence
I keep your nervous level high nikka (Hah...)
You better kiss your son and daughter, tell em bye nikka
When we creep
Creepin
To my no good nikkas and my no good bytches
Sorry if I left somebody leavin' out with stitches
Seems y'all too grown for ya britches
Enslaved your mind like cotton pickers for runnin' wit some rotten nikkas
I get raw to the core with hardcore metaphors
Resevoir Dog style, truly yours
Yes, I be the slug up in your chest
Then you wonder why you can't feel the full strength of cigarettes
My nationality is brutality
I got the gun up under your leather nikka so walk casually
You'd be surprised how much info you can get
For a bottle of crack to find yo' punk ass and yo' kinfolks
Plus, that crew you run with is butt
I was dusted one day when I made your man choke up
Rappers comin to New Jersey and be gettin fukked up (Uh)
Talkin about where they from and shyt when dem sons ain't runnin' shyt
And god forbid you do a show in da Bricks
You'd swear you was flying how we bring so much turbulence
I keep your nervous level high nikka (Hah...)
You better kiss your son and daughter, tell em bye nikka
When we creep
One of my favorite Red verses and that beat them nikkas went in on this what happened to the other two?
Amazing grace how sweet the sound is of the fo' pound
To blast all these sound men that got the po' sound
Yippee-ki-yay, motherfukkers here's the show down
But since we're broke now with dope sounds now here we go now
Check the motion while I be puffin the potent
Blow spots and urban networks with other experts
Plus this thing between my ear thinks clear
And the only thing it fears is the man upstairs
So fukk your bulletproof gear
If I decide to get your ass you better believe it's more than a blast
(boo-ya) More like rough paragraphs out Alcatraz
And ash, your staff, let the grime our your ass
Everybody's hustling with sons toting guns
Where Reggie Noble's from we stick nuns that got funds
Bomb nikkas like they did in Oklahoma
Freez, you're froze, Def Squad UHH, case closed
Amazing grace how sweet the sound is of the fo' pound
To blast all these sound men that got the po' sound
Yippee-ki-yay, motherfukkers here's the show down
But since we're broke now with dope sounds now here we go now
Check the motion while I be puffin the potent
Blow spots and urban networks with other experts
Plus this thing between my ear thinks clear
And the only thing it fears is the man upstairs
So fukk your bulletproof gear
If I decide to get your ass you better believe it's more than a blast
(boo-ya) More like rough paragraphs out Alcatraz
And ash, your staff, let the grime our your ass
Everybody's hustling with sons toting guns
Where Reggie Noble's from we stick nuns that got funds
Bomb nikkas like they did in Oklahoma
Freez, you're froze, Def Squad UHH, case closed
PoorAndDangerous
Superstar
Yesh yesh yall
So how you figure you can fukk with this rap unemployed nikka?
I should own a fly bytch, house, and a Benz
But I got chickenheads, criminals, and broke friends
That love to get ends, keep the seventeens spinnin'
Pull out from my jaw linin', commence to splittin'
Brains and body parts that motion couldn't picture
'Cause when I'm shytting, nikkas hit more decks than a skipper
Mr. and Mrs. Howe, Mary-Anne and Ginger
Gilligan, you need the Professor to take the rigor...
Mortis out, I got orders to kill 'em softly (Uh-huh)
I wouldn't leave a trace if I died and police chalked me
So how you figure you can fukk with this rap unemployed nikka?
I should own a fly bytch, house, and a Benz
But I got chickenheads, criminals, and broke friends
That love to get ends, keep the seventeens spinnin'
Pull out from my jaw linin', commence to splittin'
Brains and body parts that motion couldn't picture
'Cause when I'm shytting, nikkas hit more decks than a skipper
Mr. and Mrs. Howe, Mary-Anne and Ginger
Gilligan, you need the Professor to take the rigor...
Mortis out, I got orders to kill 'em softly (Uh-huh)
I wouldn't leave a trace if I died and police chalked me
I love Latina women
Veteran
Hell yeah!
Yeah that’s the thing, he was beasting on cruise control at first and then he just took off like a rocket at the end
I remember the first time I heard that shyt
I got some loose leaf paper and started writing that verse down and reciting it until i memorized it
I love Latina women
Veteran
Facts
This is one of my favorite verses too
Red was from another planet in the 90’s
Sometimes I listen back to his albums and go, “how did this this nikka come up with this shyt?!”
I love Latina women
Veteran
One of my favorite Red verses and that beat them nikkas went in on this what happened to the other two?
Amazing grace how sweet the sound is of the fo' pound
To blast all these sound men that got the po' sound
Yippee-ki-yay, motherfukkers here's the show down
But since we're broke now with dope sounds now here we go now
Check the motion while I be puffin the potent
Blow spots and urban networks with other experts
Plus this thing between my ear thinks clear
And the only thing it fears is the man upstairs
So fukk your bulletproof gear
If I decide to get your ass you better believe it's more than a blast
(boo-ya) More like rough paragraphs out Alcatraz
And ash, your staff, let the grime our your ass
Everybody's hustling with sons toting guns
Where Reggie Noble's from we stick nuns that got funds
Bomb nikkas like they did in Oklahoma
Freez, you're froze, Def Squad UHH, case closed
The nikka Red started that verse off with a negro spiritual
Rockwilder (producer) is one of the guys rapping on there and I have no idea what happened to Napalm.
Word never knew that I wonder why he stopped spitting.The nikka Red started that verse off with a negro spiritual
Rockwilder (producer) is one of the guys rapping on there and I have no idea what happened to Napalm.
