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

My lyric is 8 ball, batter up play
Fuck ya'll analog, niggas, we be
Subliminal comin', from the five general
Attack you the blind side
Invisible to the naked eye, where them
have your eight essential vitamins and minerals
The wu is comin' through you the outcome
Critical condition in your physical for
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 bitch in a white trench
Bustin' off two macks, I'm I'm hit
Yo, I'm just playin', I the crowd out
a peppa spray can sprayin'
I throw out the arms raiden
Go guard prey
year I do nothin' more than Y2K

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From debutant down to
I'm too nonchalant, a drink mixed with four 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, gettin' thrown out the club
It be us Paul, shot out and
I bud, sniff a bee's ass to get a buzz
I'm everything you think you know

Yo man, I throw a 5 in the
Poppa wheely with the front end hittin bumps
40 per hour
I'm out at Howard, to Baltimore
Takin' change out the fountains at shoppin'
Rats can afford chuck-e-cheese
The blood in my jeans is tough Buddy Lee
Semi-dart auto off ya, coughin'
Meth pull a last 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
When doc run the scam
New studderin', that the man from the upper hand
Punch, atomic bomb I hit
From bricks to South Park, you dyin' with
you bailin', I'm trailin'
Rockin' hard hat helmets, the satellite surveillance
When I walk by you better not be
Or I put two more in that chicken

You've 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 that have not
Battle at Maxwell's house

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

Get out car sucker
This yours
Robbed you a gun that filled with paint balls
And brauds got the to act funny
You a champagne ho, with kool money
Frown bitch, Doc up in that town
You down a point on NFL blitz
I'm lyin', buddah break fool and two
And put hole in the earth to escape through

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Ah yo
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We say
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Ah yo
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And if you say me
I'ma say you
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Yeah, yo
DJ
Not ready for time playas
Mr. Meth, Doc
Def Jam 2000 mutha
me down, baby
Nod your to this

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Ah yo, is WKYA Radio
We are kickin' your fuckin ass
Yo
Thats right it's down
Redman, man, blackin the funk out
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