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

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

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I'ma say you
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From debutant 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 fuckin' a star, who da
Shotgun in man car
up, forever gettin' thrown out the club
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 wheely with the front end speed bumps
40 per hour
I'm out at Howard, next to
Takin' change out the at shoppin' malls
Rats can afford chuck-e-cheese
The in my jeans is tough like Buddy Lee
Semi-dart auto off ya, blood
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
say fuck you
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Call me Will, enemy I
When four doc run the
New studderin', that the man from the upper hand
Punch, atomic I hit many
From bricks to South Park, you dyin' with
you bailin', I'm trailin'
Rockin' hat helmets, clip the satellite surveillance
When I by you better not be kickin'
Or I put two in that Terriyaki chicken

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

Know when I'm good to the drop
my name, Meth, his name's Doc
Just urban
See me in the gran' transportation
with a turban who push a black suburban
Come on, we 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
This ain't
Robbed you with a gun that filled with balls
And brauds got the nerve to act
You a champagne ho, with aide money
bitch, Doc up in that 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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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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Yeah, yo
DJ
Not ready for prime time
Mr. Meth, Doc
Def Jam 2000 fuckas
Calm me down,
Nod your to this

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