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

My is 8 ball, batter up play ball
Fuck ya'll analog, niggas, we be
Subliminal comin', from the five star
Attack you from the side
Invisible to the naked eye, where them
Better have your essential vitamins and minerals
The wu is through you know the outcome
Critical condition in your physical for
The officer and gentleman who stack by the

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

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I'ma say you
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From debutant to stripper
I'm too nonchalant, a drink mixed with four kinds of
Catch me at the bar, 'Fu Bar', know who we are
And dream of a star, who da scrub
Shotgun in man car
Burnin' up, forever gettin' out the club
It be us Paul, out and bugged
I smoke bud, sniff a ass to get a buzz
I'm everything you 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, to Baltimore
Takin' out the fountains at shoppin' malls
can only afford chuck-e-cheese
The blood in my jeans is like Buddy Lee
Semi-dart off ya, blood coughin'
Meth pull a last spark 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
say fuck you
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Call me Will, I state
When doc run the scam
New jacks studderin', that the man from the upper
Punch, atomic I hit many
From to South Park, you dyin' with Kenny
you bailin', I'm trailin'
Rockin' hard hat helmets, the satellite surveillance
I walk by you better not be kickin'
Or I put two more in Terriyaki chicken

You've been fitted for them seaman shoes
is bottom of the lake raps
Stab you in the
fu
Fifty-two can't withstand the fifty-two blocks
Unless they like fifty-two shots
I'm the has been that not
Battle kids at house

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

Get out your car
ain't yours
Robbed you with a gun filled with paint balls
And brauds got the nerve to act
You a ho, with kool aide money
Frown bitch, Doc up in that town
You back a point on NFL blitz
I'm lyin', buddah break and take two
And put your in the earth to escape through

We say
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Ah yo
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We say
Wa wa wa wa, 1, 2, 1, 2
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 fuckas
me down, baby
Nod your head to

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