JulesWinfield
TheBrehdrenMovement
How did I go this long without hearing this album 
rap-a-lot had a lotta dope shyt.
[Big Mike]
Find a car in a cool-ass area
Where you can walk by and motherfukkers won't be scared of ya
Because if they're scared of ya
They might get suspicious
And call the police
So you really gotsta listen
A school or mall would be the best place to hit
You gotsta be quick, and don't try no funny shyt
Find a side window by the backseat of the car
Bust it out and unlock the back door
Jump into the backseat then you climb into the front
You get the shyt smooth, but the job ain't done
Thinkin' to yourself - "This time I got 'em"
You stick your screwdriver in the steering wheel column
Time to get busy, ain't no time to wait
Pull on the screwdriver 'til the steering column breaks
Then you take your hand and feel around for the pin
And when you find it, put the screwdriver in
Pull the pin back until the car starts
Nothin' else to do but take the steerin' apart
Then you drive off like it's yours, real slick
Leavin' some stoopid motherfukker cold sick
Dope-ass jack-move, straight out the book
Exclusively on Dial-A-Crook
[3-2]
Get a test tube, some baking soda and a stove that's hot
With your dope in any old kinda fukkin' pot
Put some dope in the test tube, not that much
Add a little water, then baking soda - just a touch
Place the test tube over the stove and start shakin' it
Couple of minutes to the cut - you'll be takin' it
But first look at it, it starts to form an egg-shape
Put some mo' water in though, and carefully shake
Then you hear it start hittin' the glass
Haha - a cookie on they funky bytch-ass
But this ain't time for cappin' or frontin'
Getcha fukkin' razorblade and commence to cuttin'
Cut up 20's, dimes and nickels, even save your crumbs
Cause the shyt is so potent you'll have they whole fukkin' body numb
Then start kickin' out dope like karate
But don't be a stupid motherfukker sellin' to anybody
Cause the jump-out boys jump out fast
How the fukk you gonna run when the gauge is pointed at yo' ass?
But fukk all this information I'm givin', I ain't a book
Put the phone on the hook
Outta here, you dialed a crook
[Scarface]
Here's a game for you dikk-suckin' bytches
Yo hoes, who's givin' up the p*ssy for the riches?
But a nikka like me won't pay shyt
To put it blunt to ya: "Homie don't play, bytch"
So open up and lemme get it
Me pay for the p*ssy? bytch, quit it
Ain't no p*ssy in the world worth cashflow
Put bank in your ass? Oh, no
It ain't no way, motherfukker
You could be the world's best dikksucker
But you still don't fit for the payroll
I run game on a bytch and lay low
And let her roll with someone else
And let the other motherfukker play his-self
Let her get his cashflow
But guess what, I'm still gettin' that ass, bro
Let the other nikka keep her
But everytime you fukk her ain't that p*ssy gettin' deeper?
I bet it kinda makes you wonder
When you're home all alone, yo, Akshun plays the plumber
Hahaha, you thought you had her
But when you fall asleep, yo she's rollin' with the Bradster
I peep out game and just chill
You gave her money for her rent
But honey paid my light bill
It ain't like a nikka ain't rich
It's just the bytch has gotta pay for this dikk
Reverse the game, get a hook
Dial a Crook
[Willie D]
You wanna know how to put Hussein in the morgue?
Well I'm the man for the motherfukkin' job
His phone could be tapped
But I don't give a fukk about that
Lemme tell you how to get his ass
OK, plan A - artillery
You want somethin' that'll take a motherfukker outta his misery
You can't use a scope like the old days
Cause the motherfukker hidin' in them caves
He ain't shyt to get with
Just jump in a B-52 and make the hit
For the army, navy, air force and marines
Blow his funky ass to smithereens
(Bushwick, can I get a witness?
fukk yeah, Nyquil that sickness)
[Bushwick Bill]
Size ain't shyt, load ya clip
You wanna kill Hussein, I'm hip
Let him get off in the water
Screw on the silencer - now slaughter
But don't aim for the back or the chest
You know the motherfukker wears a bullet-proof vest
Go after the head
When you see red, the motherfukker's good as dead
*BANG* That's all she wrote
rap-a-lot had a lotta dope shyt. [Big Mike]
Find a car in a cool-ass area
Where you can walk by and motherfukkers won't be scared of ya
Because if they're scared of ya
They might get suspicious
And call the police
So you really gotsta listen
A school or mall would be the best place to hit
You gotsta be quick, and don't try no funny shyt
Find a side window by the backseat of the car
Bust it out and unlock the back door
Jump into the backseat then you climb into the front
You get the shyt smooth, but the job ain't done
Thinkin' to yourself - "This time I got 'em"
You stick your screwdriver in the steering wheel column
Time to get busy, ain't no time to wait
Pull on the screwdriver 'til the steering column breaks
Then you take your hand and feel around for the pin
And when you find it, put the screwdriver in
Pull the pin back until the car starts
Nothin' else to do but take the steerin' apart
Then you drive off like it's yours, real slick
Leavin' some stoopid motherfukker cold sick
Dope-ass jack-move, straight out the book
Exclusively on Dial-A-Crook
[3-2]
Get a test tube, some baking soda and a stove that's hot
With your dope in any old kinda fukkin' pot
Put some dope in the test tube, not that much
Add a little water, then baking soda - just a touch
Place the test tube over the stove and start shakin' it
Couple of minutes to the cut - you'll be takin' it
But first look at it, it starts to form an egg-shape
Put some mo' water in though, and carefully shake
Then you hear it start hittin' the glass
Haha - a cookie on they funky bytch-ass
But this ain't time for cappin' or frontin'
Getcha fukkin' razorblade and commence to cuttin'
Cut up 20's, dimes and nickels, even save your crumbs
Cause the shyt is so potent you'll have they whole fukkin' body numb
Then start kickin' out dope like karate
But don't be a stupid motherfukker sellin' to anybody
Cause the jump-out boys jump out fast
How the fukk you gonna run when the gauge is pointed at yo' ass?
But fukk all this information I'm givin', I ain't a book
Put the phone on the hook
Outta here, you dialed a crook
[Scarface]
Here's a game for you dikk-suckin' bytches
Yo hoes, who's givin' up the p*ssy for the riches?
But a nikka like me won't pay shyt
To put it blunt to ya: "Homie don't play, bytch"
So open up and lemme get it
Me pay for the p*ssy? bytch, quit it
Ain't no p*ssy in the world worth cashflow
Put bank in your ass? Oh, no
It ain't no way, motherfukker
You could be the world's best dikksucker
But you still don't fit for the payroll
I run game on a bytch and lay low
And let her roll with someone else
And let the other motherfukker play his-self
Let her get his cashflow
But guess what, I'm still gettin' that ass, bro
Let the other nikka keep her
But everytime you fukk her ain't that p*ssy gettin' deeper?
I bet it kinda makes you wonder
When you're home all alone, yo, Akshun plays the plumber
Hahaha, you thought you had her
But when you fall asleep, yo she's rollin' with the Bradster
I peep out game and just chill
You gave her money for her rent
But honey paid my light bill
It ain't like a nikka ain't rich
It's just the bytch has gotta pay for this dikk
Reverse the game, get a hook
Dial a Crook
[Willie D]
You wanna know how to put Hussein in the morgue?
Well I'm the man for the motherfukkin' job
His phone could be tapped
But I don't give a fukk about that
Lemme tell you how to get his ass
OK, plan A - artillery
You want somethin' that'll take a motherfukker outta his misery
You can't use a scope like the old days
Cause the motherfukker hidin' in them caves
He ain't shyt to get with
Just jump in a B-52 and make the hit
For the army, navy, air force and marines
Blow his funky ass to smithereens
(Bushwick, can I get a witness?
fukk yeah, Nyquil that sickness)
[Bushwick Bill]
Size ain't shyt, load ya clip
You wanna kill Hussein, I'm hip
Let him get off in the water
Screw on the silencer - now slaughter
But don't aim for the back or the chest
You know the motherfukker wears a bullet-proof vest
Go after the head
When you see red, the motherfukker's good as dead
*BANG* That's all she wrote
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at willie d and bushwick bill explaining how to kill saddam hussein 
ike turner would listen to this and be like "they went too far" this shyt is crazy.
