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Man
Uh, get ya on

voice
WWKYA, WE'RE KICKIN ASS!

G/Jamal
My is worth ten titles
I shit on wrote Bibles, if you don't like me I like you
I liable to the rifle, hit the roof and snipe you
The I spit damaging your vitals
Nobody through like my squad do
Got all y'all suicidal
Actin niggas, two
You heard the news, break it to ya
We're here to headline the and
Featuring Funk Doc, and the villain
A mic for hire, ten grand a killin
Yo Funk Doc, pass the glock, this bitch nigga
I moves wit my big dog ?bounce?
Island to the Bricks for mo' chips and mo' pounds
Y'all who really lockin this shit down
we rock it, don't we all stand out?
Y'all hazardarious, out
Get ya ass out I tear it out
And show you I'm talkin 'bout

Chorus: Redman, 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 and get ya wide
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 thai showers got Doc minute rice for five hours
You wet cowards, I'm wire
Ya ass probably wash ya hands wit Palmolive
Yo Bricks holler, I got the printed
Load it and it goes like jam tickets
Fam dig it, pop goes the wea-sel
You be hidin under your wit people
I told cops, blocks, no props
Fo' pops, Hennesy back and we shot
That's how we go out, are you the type?
To ride down like Hopper a Bug Life?
Watch the movie, haters to eye screw D
Your in small claims court, Judge Judy
you and I meet up, the fight heat up
Bloody up ya wife beater then light up

Man
I melt wax, Cuban Link chain
through these tracks 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, always watchin me
Livin in the street life, my eyes atrocity
Undress a kid
When I keeps it movin means there ain't no stoppin me
Constant motivation, the god fiend kings
Proper education, Allah everything
How High, just another of elevation
That's why I choose to build from the
Twelve-thirty-one-ninety-nine, times are
More these Hot Dog MC's next to
Allah Math, the phonograph in half
Promoters on some bullshit, wit Johhny cash
(Dat's dat shit) got snitches rattin on the click
(Dat's dat shit) got bitches fightin over dick
WHERE THE LOVE AT, when young, broke and black
It's over there, in the ashtray, who got a

Zee
Yeah yeah yeah, Young Zee got fightin over dick

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

Man
Yeah yeah yeah yeah, Meth-Tical got fightin 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 and get ya high (Fightin over dick)
Get ya stoned and get ya ha
Get ya up and get ya high ha (Fightin dick)
Get ya stoned and get ya ha