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

My lyric is 8 ball, batter up play
Fuck analog, niggas, we be digital
Subliminal comin', from the star general
Attack you from the side
Invisible to the naked eye, where criminals
Better have 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 case any stick up care, where heat might
I chicken fry rice bitch in a white
Bustin' off two macks, I'm I'm hit
Yo, I'm just playin', I the crowd out
Like a peppa can sprayin'
I throw lightin' out the raiden
Go guard prey
year I do nothin' more than Y2K

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say fuck you
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From down to stripper
I'm too nonchalant, a drink mixed with 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 everything you you don't know

Yo man, I throw a 5 in the
Poppa wheely with the front end hittin speed
40 per hour
I'm out at Howard, to Baltimore
Takin' change out the at shoppin' malls
Rats can only chuck-e-cheese
The blood in my jeans is tough like Lee
Semi-dart off ya, blood coughin'
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
say fuck you
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Call me Will, enemy I
When four doc run the
New jacks studderin', the man from the upper hand
Punch, atomic I hit many
From bricks to Park, you dyin' with Kenny
While you bailin', I'm
Rockin' hat helmets, clip the satellite surveillance
When I walk by you not be kickin'
Or I put two in that Terriyaki chicken

You've just been for them seaman shoes
This is of the lake raps
you in the back
fu
Fifty-two cops withstand the fifty-two blocks
they bust like fifty-two shots
I'm the has been that not
Battle kids at Maxwell's

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

Get out car sucker
ain't yours
Robbed you with a gun that filled with balls
And got the nerve to act funny
You a champagne ho, kool aide money
bitch, Doc up in that town quick
You back a point on NFL blitz
I'm lyin', buddah break and take two
And put your hole in the 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 prime time
Mr. Meth, Doc
Def Jam mutha fuckas
me down, baby
Nod head to this

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