Can Can - Remedy

Uh!

Make ya knees buckle nigga

I don’t fuckin feel it

Clocka Dot and Angelou pull triggas with Reme-dy

(Yes we can can, yes we can can)

Yea, catch a kid, not

Speed one nigga

(Yes we can can, yes we can can)

(Yes we can can, yes we can can)

Very strong word writer, chairmen of my pen

Don’t waste no ink, regulated raw raps

Sound of New York City, firm legislature raps

For them niggas with gats who get busy

(Yes we can can, yes we can can)

Yo I’m posted with my Nike Flights

Money nice, crack bags are fatter than your wife’s ass

Plus cash to move with, the outta town +CREAM+ getter

Clear the scene spitter, doin things that I normally do

Yo, we jump out the vans like SWAT on some «take what you got»

We on some real live +Pillage+ shit and flee from the spot

It’s the Remedy like it or not

Yo you rappers are my enemy, I hope you die and you rot

(Yes he can can)

For all you bitch mothafuckas want beef, so come and take mine

Come and test me, I hold my fort down and feel questly

Live from the Killa Hill jets, ain’t nothin changed

From +Protect Ya Neck+, now I’m doin shows with Inspectah Deck

I got professional dancehall status than the average

Known to +Tear Da Club Up+, 16 shot semi-automatic

Let go through metro politics

Left big holes and shit, blood on ya outfit

Turn up the bass, check out my melody and doubt it’s the God

I’m lettin knowledge be born and my name’s the R

E-M-E-D-Y sent from a-far, a Wu Killa Bee on a 6-sided star

Yes we can can

Everythin is love in the clubs, we sell drugs

(Yes we can can, yes we can can)

Shots and slugs, one time buck shots for thugs

(Yes we can can, yes we can can)

Yo what’s the low budget dust in the Dutch that got me fucked up

And twisted, you better believe I got the biscuit

Othorized slash Rem-D slash +Pillage+

I’ma kill it, soon as you talk I’m in ya skillet

From the concentration camp we went straight to the ramp

Put my face in the stamp, '88 BB champ (BBC!)

Rem-D find me in the H buildin but don’t waste ya time lookin

I keep shit cookin

I’m at the midtown and tellin 'em, «About to get down»

And how it went down when me and Clocka Dot, we had to spit rounds

Broke the car and jumped out, jetted then we pumped out

Every last round in the clip and left 'em slumped out

You wack like a mob contract, catch a body

Like Tommy Ballotti, 4−5ths to Louisvilles

+Shoot to Kill+, still never ran, never will

The Remedy gets you open like them pigs in the Pill'

(Yes we can can, yes we can can) — 4X

The word from the WB, they said it’s actin

These bouncers frontin at +The Tunnel+, on to Staten

Killa Bamz spit out, Bobby all Diged out

Wild Baneen Method Man night, I got kicked out

Yo just when you thought it was safe to make records

We right dead smack in ya face in 10 seconds (Yes we can can)

Slingers and guns, ain’t nothin funny

Reformulate, build with the Queen and drill honey

I walked off like I’m Lucky Hands

Yo who the fuck wanna touch my man?

Twin guns in the sand hidden

God forbid it, if you fuck around you lay around

Red infrared light was on point and spittin

Now to the know, the free man banned and understanded (Yes we can can)

Everythin’s love up in the club man

The green Bud man on some American Bandstand (Yes we can can)

I’m in the club, come show me some love man

(Yes we can can, yes we can can) -- 20X

Yea nigga, word nigga

You hear me talkin

Rem-D slash Othorized slash +Pillage+

Midtown went to get down

Yo WB, East Barracks

Nahmean?

Shaolin baby

Wilda Baneeni, Styler Baneeni

Wilda Baneeni.