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

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

Off a like this, I keep a night stick
In case any stick up care, where heat 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 can sprayin'
I throw lightin' out the arms
Go guard your
Next year I do nothin' than Y2K

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And if you say me
say fuck you
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From debutant down to
I'm too nonchalant, a drink with four kinds of liquors
me at the bar, 'Fu Bar', ladies know 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 smoke bud, sniff a ass to get a buzz
I'm everything you think you don't

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

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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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Call me Will, enemy I
When doc run the scam
New jacks studderin', the man from the upper hand
Punch, atomic bomb I hit
bricks to South Park, you dyin' 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 that chicken

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

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

Get out car sucker
ain't yours
Robbed you with a gun that with paint balls
And brauds got the to act funny
You a champagne ho, with kool money
Frown bitch, Doc up in that quick
You back a point on NFL blitz
I'm lyin', break fool and take two
And put your hole in the earth to 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 ready for prime playas
Mr. Meth, Doc
Def Jam 2000 mutha
me down, baby
Nod head to this

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