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

My is 8 ball, batter up play ball
Fuck ya'll analog, niggas, we be
Subliminal comin', from the star general
Attack you from the blind
Invisible to the eye, where them criminals
Better have your essential vitamins and minerals
The wu is comin' you know the outcome
Critical condition in your for injurin'
The officer and who stack 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 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 throw lightin' out the raiden
Go guard prey
Next year I do more than Y2K

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I'ma say you
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From down to stripper
I'm too nonchalant, a drink mixed with four of liquors
Catch me at the bar, 'Fu Bar', know who we are
And dream of fuckin' a star, who da
in this man car
Burnin' up, gettin' thrown 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 wheely with the front end hittin bumps
40 per hour
I'm out at Howard, next to
Takin' out the fountains at shoppin' malls
Rats can only chuck-e-cheese
The blood in my jeans is like Buddy Lee
Semi-dart auto off ya, blood
Meth pull a spark plug with a heart pump

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Ah yo
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Ah yo
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And if you say me
I'ma say you
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Call me Will, enemy I
When doc run the scam
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
hard hat helmets, clip the satellite surveillance
When I by you better not be kickin'
Or I put two more in that Terriyaki

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

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

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

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