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Mr. and Doc
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DJ on the track
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Break motha fuckin' back
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Ah yo, yo

My lyric is 8 ball, batter up ball
Fuck ya'll analog, niggas, we be
Subliminal comin', from the star general
Attack you from the blind
Invisible to the naked eye, where them
have your eight essential vitamins and minerals
The wu is through you know the outcome
Critical condition in your for injurin'
The officer and gentleman who by the Benjamin

Off a beat like this, I keep a night
In any stick up care, where heat might miss
I chicken fry rice bitch in a white
off two macks, I'm like I'm hit
Yo, I'm just playin', I the crowd out
Like a peppa can sprayin'
I throw lightin' out the raiden
Go guard your
Next year I do more than Y2K

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I'ma say you
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debutant down to stripper
I'm too nonchalant, a drink with four kinds of liquors
Catch me at the bar, 'Fu Bar', ladies who we are
And dream of fuckin' a star, who da
in this man car
Burnin' up, forever thrown out the club
It be us Paul, out and bugged
I smoke bud, a bee's ass to get a buzz
I'm everything you think you don't

Yo man, I throw a 5 in the
Poppa wheely with the end hittin speed bumps
40 miles per
I'm out at Howard, to Baltimore
Takin' change out the at shoppin' malls
can only afford chuck-e-cheese
The blood in my jeans is tough Buddy Lee
Semi-dart off ya, blood coughin'
Meth a last spark plug with a heart pump

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Ah yo
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Ah yo
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And if you say me
say fuck you
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Call me Will, enemy I
four doc run the scam
New jacks studderin', the man from the upper hand
Punch, atomic I hit many
From bricks to South Park, you with Kenny
While you bailin', I'm
Rockin' hat helmets, clip the satellite surveillance
I walk by you better not be kickin'
Or I put two more in Terriyaki chicken

You've just been for them seaman shoes
This is bottom of the raps
you in the back
fu
Fifty-two cops can't withstand the fifty-two
Unless bust like fifty-two shots
I'm the has that have not
Battle kids at Maxwell's

Know when I'm good to the drop
my name, Meth, his name's Doc
Just like
See me in the gran' splurgin'
Drivin' with a turban who push a black
Come on, we rollin' windows half through the urban
law lay it down like a Persian
M to the E to the F, curtain

Get out car sucker
This ain't
Robbed you a gun that filled with paint balls
And brauds got the to act funny
You a champagne ho, kool aide money
Frown bitch, Doc up in town quick
You down a point on NFL blitz
I'm lyin', break fool and take two
And put your hole in the to escape through

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Ah yo
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We say
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Ah yo
Wa wa wa wa, 1, 2, 1, 2
And if you say me
say fuck you
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Yeah, yo
DJ
Not for prime time playas
Mr. Meth, Doc
Def Jam mutha fuckas
me down, baby
Nod your to this

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Ah yo, this is WKYA
We are kickin' motha fuckin ass
Yo
right it's goin' down
Redman, method man, blackin the out
Now