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Man
Uh, get ya on

voice
WWKYA, WE'RE YOUR ASS!

G/Jamal
My receitals is ten titles
I shit on wrote Bibles, if you don't like me I like you
I to load the rifle, hit the roof and snipe you
The shit I spit damaging your
Nobody ride through like my do
Got all y'all players
Actin niggas, two
You heard the news, I'ma it to ya
We're here to the bill and
Funk Doc, Tical and the villain
A mic murder for hire, ten a killin
Yo Funk Doc, pass the glock, this bitch grillin
I make wit my big dog ?bounce?
Staten to the Bricks for mo' chips and mo' pounds
Y'all know who really this shit down
When we rock it, don't we all stand
Y'all hazardarious, out
Get ya ass out I tear it out
And show you what I'm 'bout

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

I'm high-powered, the dog rott
Chocolate thai showers got Doc cookin minute for five hours
You wet cowards, I'm live
Ya ass probably wash ya hands wit Palmolive
Yo Bricks holler, I got the plan
Load it and it goes like summer jam
Fam can't dig it, pop goes the
You be hidin under your peacoat wit
I told cops, blocks, no props
Fo' pops, Hennesy back and we shot
That's how we go out, are you the thug
To ride down like from a Bug Life?
the movie, haters tried to eye screw D
Your beef in small claims court, Judge
When you and I meet up, the heat up
Bloody up ya wife then light weed up

Man
I melt wax, Cuban Link chain
Breezin through these wit the highest of velocity
Play me Monopoly
Pay me you trespass on my property
I'm Dastardly, no use in cop blockin me
Sloppily, woman on the stop-watch clockin me
Possibly I rock well, somebody watchin me
Livin in the life, my eyes seen atrocity
Undress a kid
When I keeps it movin that means ain't no stoppin me
Constant motivation, the god bury kings
Proper education, Allah sees
How High, just another form of
That's why I choose to from the basement
Twelve-thirty-one-ninety-nine, times are
More Hot Dog MC's next to Nathan
Allah Math, the phonograph in half
Promoters on some bullshit, wit Johhny cash
(Dat's dat shit) They got snitches rattin on the
(Dat's dat shit) They got bitches fightin over
WHERE THE AT, when you're young, broke and black
over there, in the ashtray, who got a match?

Zee
Yeah yeah yeah, Young Zee got fightin over dick

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

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

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