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Man
Uh, get ya on

Radio
WWKYA, WE'RE KICKIN ASS!

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

Redman, Method Man (Young Zee)
Yo get ya up and get ya high, ha!
Get ya and get ya wide
Dat's dat (like or not, niggas sleepin 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 shit (like or not, bitches fightin over dick)

I'm high-powered, the dog rott
Chocolate thai showers got Doc cookin minute rice for five
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 jam tickets
Fam can't dig it, pop the wea-sel
You be hidin under peacoat wit people
I cops, roll blocks, no props
Fo' pops, back and we both shot
That's how we go out, are you the type?
To ride down like from a Bug Life?
Watch the movie, haters to eye screw D
Your beef in small court, Judge Judy
When you and I meet up, the heat up
Bloody up ya beater 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 Dick Dastardly, no use in cop me
Sloppily, your woman on the clockin me
Possibly I rock well, somebody always me
Livin in the life, my eyes seen atrocity
a kid properly
When I keeps it movin that means there no stoppin me
Constant motivation, the god bury kings
Proper education, sees everything
How High, another form of elevation
That's why I choose to from the basement
Twelve-thirty-one-ninety-nine, are wastin
these Hot Dog MC's next to Nathan
Allah Math, the phonograph in half
on some bullshit, short wit Johhny cash
(Dat's dat shit) They got rattin on the click
(Dat's dat shit) They got fightin over dick
WHERE THE LOVE AT, when you're young, broke and
It's there, in the ashtray, who got a match?

Zee
Yeah yeah yeah, Young Zee got bitches fightin over

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

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

(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 stoned and get ya ha
Get ya up and get ya ha (Fightin over dick)
Get ya and get ya high ha