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Mr. and Doc
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DJ scratch on the
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Break your motha fuckin'
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Ah yo, yo

My lyric is 8 ball, up play ball
ya'll analog, niggas, we be digital
Subliminal comin', from the five general
Attack you the blind side
Invisible to the eye, where them criminals
Better have your eight vitamins and minerals
The wu is comin' through you the outcome
Critical in your physical for injurin'
The and gentleman who stack by the Benjamin

Off a like this, I keep a night stick
In case any up care, where heat might miss
I chicken fry rice bitch in a trench
Bustin' off two macks, I'm I'm hit
Yo, I'm playin', I clear the crowd out
Like a peppa spray can
I throw lightin' out the arms
Go guard your
year I do nothin' more than Y2K

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

Yo man, I a 5 in the power
Poppa with the front end hittin speed bumps
40 miles per
I'm out at Howard, next to
Takin' change out the at shoppin' malls
Rats can only afford
The blood in my jeans is tough Buddy Lee
auto off ya, blood coughin'
Meth pull a last spark plug with a pump

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Ah yo
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Ah yo
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And if you say me
I'ma say you
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Call me Will, I state
When four doc run the
New jacks studderin', that the man the upper hand
Punch, atomic bomb I hit
From to South Park, you dyin' with Kenny
you bailin', I'm trailin'
Rockin' hard hat helmets, clip the surveillance
I walk by you better not be kickin'
Or I put two more in that Terriyaki

just been fitted for them seaman shoes
This is bottom of the lake
you in the back
fu
Fifty-two cops withstand the fifty-two blocks
Unless they like fifty-two shots
I'm the has been have not
Battle kids at Maxwell's

when I'm good to the last drop
What's my name, Meth, his Doc
Just urban
See me in the gran' transportation
Drivin' with a who push a black suburban
Come on, we rollin' windows half through the urban
Network law lay it down like a
M to the E to the F, spell

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

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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 ready for time playas
Mr. Meth, Doc
Def Jam mutha fuckas
me down, baby
Nod your head to

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