Da Bullsh*t lyrics

[Intro: Redman & Icarus]
That bullsh*t
Ic-Don motherf*cker
Da bullsh*t
Funk Doc motherf*cker
Push whips motherf*cker
Nah, nah, chill out, who got the weed in this motherf*cker, yo? Haha
Brick City, Jersey, I got the weed homie...
Nah, nah, nah, chill, chill, chill, chill
Nah
Nah, nah, chill n*gga, where the weed at?
It's da bullsh*t, bullsh*t (PPP n*gga)
Yo, where the weed at fellas? What you lightin'?

[Verse 1: Redman & Icarus]
Yo, yo, you muh'f*ckers gon' learn
When it come to this sh*t, I ain't about takin' turns
'Cause Doc's in the place (Uh)
The cold n*gga, I'm too late to thaw
Doc unfold n*ggas 'til they ribs is raw
Whether you up the ball or ride the bench
My pens write with a vengeance and Viagra in (Oh!)
Stay hard like the biceps when it's stacked
I'm gritty, I wouldn't love in a tennis match
I don't like to sign autographs, half the time
I scribble my name and draw a jackass design
Calvin Kleins balled on the floor
You just got, dogged on the tour, so, send some new whores, ho
I got a food table to warm, a new neighbor to warn
And people at the label I'm on
Crunch time, what you think the forty-four is for
When I grub I want the whole smorgasbord
Gotta clean my act up and, get my thoughts straight
Stop smashin' the five (Rrrr!) and appear in the court dates
I won't ride the bike unless it's C B R
Wit' no tricks but a b*tch it'll be on next
I'm still wheel handlin', you die in a ambulance
Block prime scramblin', Glock nine handlin', chk
Duckin' the flows of mind travelin'
You heard it before, you ain't Sunshine Anderson
Got a bomb plantin' and I'm ready fo' mo'
b*tches gettin' in my party, givin' head at the do'
All my n*ggas and my shorties and, get high in the audience
I carry a gaudy gun (Uh, yeah), you'll die in the audience (Uh)
[Chorus: Redman & Icarus]
That's the bullsh*t, the bullsh*t (We are that bullsh*t)
We walk up in the club, we on the bullsh*t
That's the bullsh*t, the bullsh*t (We are that bullsh*t)
Fondlin' your b*tch ass off the bullsh*t (Yeah, nah, nah, ahhh!)
That's the bullsh*t, the bullsh*t (We are that bullsh*t)
Brick City, Brook-Nam off the bullsh*t (Yo)
That's the bullsh*t, that's the bullsh*t (We are that bullsh*t)
That's the bull-bu-bu, (Nah, nah, nah, nah, chill n*gga) that's the bullsh*t

[Verse 2: Redman & Icarus]
Yo, I put the pressure on a man without a gun in my hand
His limpin' Lenny turn around and then I pump from the pants (Uh)
One nine in each arm, I get hot as I squeeze from it
Now he's a cheap ornament, died in a street tournament (Uh-huh)
Peep the clues, not deep wit' dudes
My Benz don't carry shoes 'cause I'm cheap as Jews
But I let off this cannon, bet your fleet would move
After that I tell you and what the beat to do
f*ck the Visine, duck when I lean out the window
Wit' a shottie wit' me and myself and Irene and my team (Oooh)
f*ck your mainstream dry off feet
I'm explosive as Simon in Die Hard 3 (Uh)
Now you wavin' six flags like you at GA
'Cause my gun on standby like a flight delay (Shhhh)
Sprayin' water on all those (Yeah), whoever's hot (Yeah)
Take they mic (Yo), think they used, then embezzled (Yo), Doc!
[Verse 3: Icarus]
Stop, Ic-Don, get gone, n*gga I'm here (Uh-huh)
Sippin' a beer, 5th with the clip in the rear
That'll lift him off his feet, make him flip in the air
I pull big guns out, like I'm hittin' a deer
You don't really know when trouble come
When you open your door and somebody in your house chewin' bubble gum
With double guns, c*cked in each hand (Uh)
n*gga you about to be buried in beach sand
I don't care if you broke or not (Uh-uh)
I don't care if you sell weed, dope, coke or not
n*gga, I still smoke the Glock
Give your face polka dots, y'all better hope I stop (Uh-huh)
Mad doom, I kidnap a classroom (Oh, oh, ohhh!)
Hide 'em in the left wing of my bathroom
Do you think you could survive all that we bring ya
Bullets, comin' at you, just as long as your finger
And every, morning I linger on the corner just drinkin'
Borin' and thinkin', how I'm 'bout to score with this ink pen
You better hope we blow on this rappin' sh*t
You don't want us to go under the mattresses
Shorty lookin' at me funny like I don't get bank
My house is hot, b*tch, I swim in my fish tank
Every car got a bar, the whole clique drink
I'm a dirty n*gga (Uh-huh), nuts sweaty, di*k stink
After we f*ck, I'm takin' you to S and D's (Yeah)
That's a lie, b*tch, I am on ecstasy
I won't remember none of this when it exit me
So if you want sex for free, check for me, Ic-Don (Ic-Don...)
[Outro Skit: Uncle Quilly]
This is Uncle Quilly, and I-
This is Uncle Quilly, and I'd like-
[*Cheering*]
Uh-uh, yeah, thank you, Goddamn, thank you, yeah
I'm here to let y'all motherf*ckers know, that I'm back, Goddamnit
Now, I know it been a long while since I heard from y'all muh'f*ckers
[*Other voice starts to echo Quilly*]
My- my back's still hurtin', God, my, my feet's still got corns on 'em and sh*t
My voice done got deeper
But that ain't gon' stop Quilly
Now I'm about to let y'all m-
Man, why every time I'm talkin' you got your fat ass on my back?
Go on, scoot your fat ass over there, Goddamnit, now
I'ma let y'all motherf*ckers know the scoop right now
We about to take y'all into the newest game show that's happenin'
The game show is called "Who Want To f*ck a Millionaire?"
Yeah, motherf*ckers all around...