[Intro: Redman & Icarus]

That bullshit

Ic-Don motherfucker

Da bullshit

Funk Doc motherfucker

Push whips motherfucker

Nah, nah, chill out, who got the weed in this motherfucker, yo? Haha

Brick City, Jersey, I got the weed homie...

Nah, nah, nah, chill, chill, chill, chill

Nah

Nah, nah, chill nigga, where the weed at?

It's da bullshit, bullshit (PPP nigga)

Yo, where the weed at fellas? What you lightin'?

[Verse 1: Redman & Icarus]

Yo, yo, you muh'fuckers gon' learn

When it come to this shit, I ain't about takin' turns

'Cause Doc's in the place (Uh)

The cold nigga, I'm too late to thaw

Doc unfold niggas '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 bitch 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'

Bitches gettin' in my party, givin' head at the do'

All my niggas 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 bullshit, the bullshit (We are that bullshit)

We walk up in the club, we on the bullshit

That's the bullshit, the bullshit (We are that bullshit)

Fondlin' your bitch ass off the bullshit (Yeah, nah, nah, ahhh!)

That's the bullshit, that's the bullshit (We are that bullshit)

Brick City, Brook-Nam off the bullshit (Yo)

That's the bullshit, that's the bullshit (We are that bullshit)

That's the bull-bu-bu, (Nah, nah, nah, nah, chill nigga) that's the bullshit

[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

Fuck the Visine, duck when I lean out the window

Wit' a shottie wit' me and myself and Irene and my team (Oooh)

Fuck 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, nigga 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, cocked in each hand (Uh)

Nigga 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

Nigga, 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' shit

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, bitch, I swim in my fish tank

Every car got a bar, the whole clique drink

I'm a dirty nigga (Uh-huh), nuts sweaty, dick stink

After we fuck, I'm takin' you to S and D's (Yeah)

That's a lie, bitch, 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 motherfuckers know, that I'm back, Goddamnit

Now, I know it been a long while since I heard from y'all muh'fuckers

[*Other voice starts to echo Quilly*]

My- my back's still hurtin', God, my, my feet's still got corns on 'em and shit

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 motherfuckers 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 Fuck a Millionaire?"

Yeah, motherfuckers all around...