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Mr. and Doc
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Uh uh, 1, 2, 1, 2
DJ scratch on the
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Break your motha fuckin'
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Ah yo, yo

My lyric is 8 ball, batter up play
Fuck ya'll analog, niggas, we be
comin', from the five star general
Attack you from the side
to the naked eye, where them criminals
Better your eight essential vitamins 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 case any stick up care, heat might miss
I chicken fry rice bitch in a trench
off two macks, I'm like I'm hit
Yo, I'm playin', I clear the crowd out
Like a spray can sprayin'
I lightin' out the arms raiden
Go your prey
Next year I do nothin' more Y2K

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We say
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And if you say me
I'ma say you
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debutant down 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
in this man car
Burnin' up, forever gettin' thrown out the
It be us Paul, shot out and
I smoke bud, a bee's ass to get a buzz
I'm everything you think you don't

Yo man, I a 5 in the power
Poppa wheely with the front end hittin speed
40 per hour
I'm out at Howard, next to
change out the fountains at shoppin' malls
Rats can only afford
The in my jeans is tough like Buddy Lee
auto off ya, blood coughin'
Meth pull a last spark plug with a heart

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Yo, wa wa wa wa, 1, 2, 1, 2
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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
I'ma say you
Wa wa wa wa, 1, 2, 1, 2

Call me Will, enemy I
When four doc run the
New jacks studderin', that the man from the hand
Punch, atomic bomb I hit
From bricks to South Park, you with Kenny
you bailin', I'm trailin'
Rockin' hard hat helmets, clip the satellite
When I walk by you better not be
Or I put two more in Terriyaki chicken

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

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

Get out your car
This yours
Robbed you with a gun that filled with paint
And brauds got the to act funny
You a champagne ho, with kool money
Frown bitch, Doc up in town quick
You down a point on NFL blitz
I'm lyin', buddah break and take two
And put hole in the earth to escape through

We say
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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

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
Wa wa wa wa, 1, 2, 1, 2, 2, 2

Yeah, yo
DJ
Not ready for prime time
Mr. Meth, Doc
Def Jam 2000 mutha
me down, baby
Nod your to this

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