Lick Dem Muthaphuckaz (remix) Lyrics - Brand Nubian

"Cos no matter who you are, you're still catchin bullets, god" 

[Lord Jamar] 

You like to taste the lead, well get your face fed 

After I'm done, you rather suck on pencils 

Here comes the coroner with chalk for the stencils of your body 

As I walk over the shit and spit outta heart 

Now brothers talk shit and can't back it 

That's why I had to fit em with a full metal jacket 

Peel his cap once cos I know it's all it takes 

Watch the muthaphucka bawlin, his body catch the shakes (BLAST) 

Just before he die, I'ma look him in his eye 

Ask the nigga how he figure he was big enough to try 

the muthaphuckin G-to the O-to the D 

I told ya couple times that the Gods must be crazy 

but ya didn't listen, so now ya on a mission 

to get an autopsy, a raw C-O, ya can't stops me 

Now tell me is there anybody else 

before I put my AK back on the shelf 

Cos I put in work like Job Corps 

Niggas talk shit and get jerked and robbed for 

their life by a knife or a gun 

So when ya see me comin, nigga, run 

"See I had to lick em" "Punk muthaphucka" 

"See I had to lick em" "Punk muthaphucka" 

"See I had to lick em" "Punk muthaphucka" 

"See I had to lick em" "Punk muthaphucka" 

"Cos no matter who you are, you're still catchin bullets, god" 

*repeat* 

[Sadat X] 

Somebody's dead, a whole crowd formed 

The cops ain't even come yet, Money's dead in the street 

Somebody called his people and they come downstairs screamin 

Six girls cryin wild cos Money had a child 

A good dick, couldn't even stand the .44 lick 

Dead quick, the funeral is strictly closed-casket 

And ol' Aunt Faith, her baby fingerpaints 

My Moms know the time so she wanna send me down to Alabama 

I gotta cousin, says she's got some friends 

She says they strictly fuckin, I could get away from buckin 

She tried to gas me up, I tell her sex is everywhere 

and sex is but a word, it ain't shit I ain't heard 

Tell my Moms I ain't leavin, my crew said to stay 

My crew I'm believin so fuck it anyway 

I got my mob from the Rule, that live by the cruel 

and my crew from Courtland Ave. always say they'll set it off 

And if I choose, who's somebody might die 

and if they don't die, they won't be able to walk 

Pump slugs in his back, he's talkin pussy talk 

"Cos no matter who you are, you're still catchin bullets, god" 

"See I had to lick em" "Punk muthaphucka" 

"See I had to lick em" "Punk muthaphucka" 

"See I had to lick em" "Punk muthaphucka" 

"See I had to lick em" "Punk muthaphucka" 

"Cos no matter who you are, you're still catchin bullets, god" 

*repeat* 

[Lord Jamar] 

Well hey muthaphuckaz, it's the dread with the 9 

Lead to the head of you devils, now it's bedtime 

I said I'm not the nigga to be playin out 

I'll leave your body layin out the sid, talk shit and you'll get licked 

Get hit by a dread who's fed with the nonsense 

Leave you red, where my clip empty out his contents 

Spill your guts when I fill ya up with the flame juice 

Niggas' nuts, I had to fuck em up and use my name loose 

Some silly goose, we be down on the subway 

He gets no love cos he's rubbin me the wrong way 

Disrespectin, infect the masses 

So I elect to come direct and disect some asses 

My nigga passes the gat, rat-a-tat-tat 

Now you shut your fuckin trap cos you was who I's fuckin at 

I got you suckin at the chrome like a nipple 

The only way your ass is goin home is as a cripple 

[Sadat X] 

And then I peed on niggas, came the absolute worst 

Lost compassion for humans, and then smack up they moms 

Ran and got the arms, from under the mattress 

My little man Satan got somethin in his jacket 

Let me get to work and I'll release the swarm 

My man mean a lot these days 

I got the hash, cash plus my people raise me well 

Bring it to em X, and we'll take the weight 

Run and get the Mac from the Park Ave. location 

Bronx location, wit a extra bag of clips 

Plus I want it tight and I don't play that much 

So I'll have all the reefer and set up all the stock 

And everybody's fuckin, yo Money, she wasn't great 

You just got mad, ya girl got videotape 

So save the noise, niggas, cos I can't hear 

"Cos no matter who you are, you're still catchin bullets, god" 

"See I had to lick em" "Punk muthaphucka" 

"See I had to lick em" "Punk muthaphucka" 

"See I had to lick em" "Punk muthaphucka" 

"See I had to lick em" "Punk muthaphucka" 

"Cos no matter who you are, you're still catchin bullets, god" 

*repeat x3*