Lick Dem Muthaphukaz Lyrics - Brand Nubian

[Lord Jamar talking] 

Ah yeah, ya know what I'm sayin' 

Nine trey, Brand Nubian in effect 

On ya motherfuckin' head 

Not givin' a fuck 

Word up, know what I'm sayin' 

In the wilderness of North America 

[Verse 1: Lord Jamar] 

You like to taste the lead, well get ya 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' for a full metal jacket 

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

Watch the motherfucker fall and 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 motherfuckin' 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 up on the shelf 

Cause 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 

[Hook] 

See I had to lick em' - Punk motherfucker 

See I had to lick em' - Punk motherfucker 

See I had to lick em' - Punk motherfucker 

See I had to lick em' - Punk motherfucker 

E-Everybody down with my crew, a fuckin' menace to society 

E-Everybody down with my crew, a fuckin' menace to society 

E-Everybody down with my crew, a fuckin' menace to society 

A fuckin' menace to society 

[Verse 2: Sadat X] 

Somebody's dead, a whole crowd forms 

The cops ain't even come yet and money's dead in the street 

Somebody called his people and they come downstairs screamin' 

Six girls cryin' wild cause 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. they always say they'll set it off 

And if I choose, who's somebody might die 

And if they don't die then they won't be able to walk 

Pump slugs in his back for talkin' pussy talk