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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 five star
Attack you the blind side
Invisible to the eye, where them criminals
Better have your essential vitamins and minerals
The wu is comin' through you know the
condition in your physical for injurin'
The officer and gentleman who by the Benjamin

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

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From debutant to stripper
I'm too nonchalant, a drink mixed with four kinds of
Catch me at the bar, 'Fu Bar', ladies who we are
And dream of fuckin' a star, who da
Shotgun in man car
Burnin' up, forever gettin' out the club
It be us Paul, out and bugged
I smoke bud, a bee's ass to get a buzz
I'm you think you don't know

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

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Ah yo
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I'ma say you
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me Will, enemy I state
When four doc run the
New jacks studderin', that the man the upper hand
Punch, atomic I hit many
bricks to South Park, you dyin' with Kenny
While you bailin', I'm
Rockin' hard hat helmets, the satellite surveillance
When I by you better not be kickin'
Or I put two in that Terriyaki chicken

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

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

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

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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 mutha fuckas
me down, baby
Nod your to this

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Ah yo, is WKYA Radio
We are your motha fuckin ass
Yo
Thats right it's goin'
Redman, method man, the funk out
Now