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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, up play ball
ya'll analog, niggas, we be digital
Subliminal comin', from the star general
Attack you from the blind
Invisible to the naked eye, them criminals
Better have your eight vitamins and minerals
The wu is comin' you know the outcome
Critical condition in your physical for
The officer and who stack by the Benjamin

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

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And if you say me
I'ma say you
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From down to stripper
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 a star, who da scrub
in this man car
Burnin' up, forever gettin' out the club
It be us Paul, shot out and
I smoke bud, sniff a bee's ass to get a
I'm you think you don't know

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

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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
I'ma say you
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me Will, enemy I state
When doc run the scam
New jacks studderin', that the man from the upper
Punch, atomic bomb I hit
From bricks to South Park, you dyin' Kenny
While you bailin', I'm
Rockin' hard hat helmets, clip the satellite
I walk by you better not be kickin'
Or I put two more in Terriyaki chicken

You've just been fitted for them seaman
This is bottom of the lake
Stab you in the
fu
Fifty-two cops withstand the fifty-two blocks
Unless bust like fifty-two shots
I'm the has that have not
kids at Maxwell's house

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

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

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We say
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Ah yo
Wa wa wa wa, 1, 2, 1, 2

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
I'ma say you
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Yeah, yo
DJ
Not ready for prime playas
Mr. Meth, Doc
Def Jam mutha fuckas
Calm me down,
Nod head to this

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