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Man
Uh, get ya on

voice
WWKYA, WE'RE YOUR ASS!

Mally
My receitals is worth ten
I shit on Bibles, if you don't like me I don't like you
I liable to the rifle, hit the roof and snipe you
The I spit damaging your vitals
ride through like my squad do
Got all y'all suicidal
Actin niggas, two
You heard the news, I'ma it to ya
We're here to the bill and
Featuring Doc, Tical and the villain
A mic for hire, ten grand a killin
Yo Funk Doc, pass the glock, bitch nigga grillin
I make wit my big dog ?bounce?
Staten Island to the Bricks for mo' chips and mo'
Y'all know who really lockin shit down
When we rock it, don't we all stand
Y'all hazardarious, out
Get ya ass out I tear it out
And you what I'm talkin 'bout

Chorus: Redman, Man (Young Zee)
Yo get ya up and get ya high, ha!
Get ya and get ya wide
Dat's dat shit (like or not, sleepin wit the fifth)
dat shit (like or not, bitches fightin over dick)
Aiyyo we get ya up and get ya (yeah)
Get ya stoned and get ya
Dat's dat (like or not, niggas sleepin wit the fifth)
Dat's dat shit (like or not, fightin over dick)

I'm high-powered, the dog weiler
Chocolate showers got Doc cookin minute rice for five hours
You wet cowards, I'm wire
Ya bitch ass probably wash ya hands wit
Yo Bricks holler, I got the plan
Load it and it goes like jam tickets
Fam can't dig it, pop the wea-sel
You be hidin under your wit people
I told cops, roll blocks, no
Fo' pops, Hennesy and we both shot
That's how we go out, are you the thug
To ride like Hopper from a Bug Life?
Watch the movie, haters tried to eye D
Your beef in claims court, Judge Judy
When you and I up, the fight heat up
Bloody up ya wife beater then weed up

Man
I wax, Cuban Link chain react
Breezin through these tracks wit the highest of
me like Monopoly
Pay me you trespass on my property
I'm Dick Dastardly, no use in cop me
Sloppily, woman on the stop-watch clockin me
Possibly I well, somebody always watchin me
Livin in the street life, my seen atrocity
a kid properly
When I keeps it movin that there ain't no stoppin me
motivation, the god fiend bury kings
Proper education, Allah sees
How High, another form of elevation
why I choose to build from the basement
Twelve-thirty-one-ninety-nine, are wastin
More these Hot Dog MC's to Nathan
Allah Math, the phonograph in half
Promoters on some bullshit, short wit cash
(Dat's dat shit) They got rattin on the click
(Dat's dat shit) They got bitches fightin dick
WHERE THE LOVE AT, when you're young, broke and
over there, in the ashtray, who got a match?

Zee
Yeah yeah yeah, Young Zee got bitches fightin over

Get ya up and get ya
Funk Doc got bitches fightin dick

Man
Yeah yeah yeah yeah, Meth-Tical got bitches over dick

(Young Zee)
Get ya up and get ya high (All y'all bitches keep fightin over dick)
Get ya stoned and get ya
Get ya up and get ya (HIIIIIGH!)
Get ya stoned and get ya wide (Yeah yeah)
Get ya stoned and get ya (Fightin over dick)
Get ya stoned and get ya ha
Get ya up and get ya high ha (Fightin dick)
Get ya and get ya high ha