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

Off a beat like this, I keep a night
In any stick up care, where heat might miss
I chicken fry bitch in a white trench
off two macks, I'm like 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
Next I do nothin' more than Y2K

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I'ma say you
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From debutant down to
I'm too nonchalant, a drink mixed with four of liquors
Catch me at the bar, 'Fu Bar', know who we are
And of fuckin' a star, who da scrub
in this man car
Burnin' up, gettin' thrown out the club
It be us Paul, out and bugged
I bud, sniff a bee's ass to get a buzz
I'm everything you you don't know

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

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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, I state
When four doc run the
New studderin', that the man from the upper hand
Punch, atomic bomb I hit
From bricks to South Park, you dyin' Kenny
you bailin', I'm trailin'
Rockin' hat helmets, clip the satellite surveillance
When I by you better not be kickin'
Or I put two more in that chicken

You've just been fitted for them seaman
This is bottom of the raps
Stab you in the
fu
Fifty-two cops withstand the fifty-two blocks
Unless they bust 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 transportation splurgin'
Drivin' with a turban who a black suburban
on, we rollin' windows half down through the urban
Network law lay it like a Persian
M to the E to the F, curtain

Get out car sucker
This yours
Robbed you with a gun that with paint balls
And brauds got the to act funny
You a champagne ho, with aide money
Frown bitch, Doc up in that quick
You back a point on NFL blitz
I'm lyin', buddah 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
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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
Calm me down,
Nod your to this

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Ah yo, this is Radio
We are kickin' motha fuckin ass
Yo
right it's goin' down
Redman, method man, the funk out
Now