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Man
Uh, get ya on

Radio
WWKYA, WE'RE YOUR ASS!

Mally
My receitals is ten titles
I on wrote Bibles, if you don't like me I don't like you
I liable to load the rifle, hit the roof and you
The shit I spit your vitals
ride through like 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 grand a
Yo Funk Doc, the glock, this bitch nigga grillin
I make moves wit my big dog
Staten to the Bricks for mo' chips and mo' pounds
Y'all know who really this shit down
we rock it, don't we all stand out?
Y'all hazardarious, out
Get ya ass out 'fore I 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 and get ya wide
Dat's dat (like or not, niggas sleepin wit the fifth)
Dat's dat shit (like or not, bitches over dick)
we get ya up and get ya high (yeah)
Get ya and get ya wide
Dat's dat shit (like or not, niggas 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 bitch ass wash ya hands wit Palmolive
Yo Bricks holler, I got the plan
it and it goes like summer jam tickets
Fam can't dig it, pop the wea-sel
You be hidin your peacoat wit people
I told cops, blocks, no props
Fo' pops, back and we both shot
That's how we go out, are you the thug
To down like Hopper from a Bug Life?
Watch the movie, haters to eye screw D
Your beef in small claims court, Judy
you and I meet up, the fight heat up
Bloody up ya beater then light weed up

Man
I melt wax, Cuban chain react
Breezin through tracks wit the highest of velocity
Play me Monopoly
Pay me everytime you on my property
I'm Dick Dastardly, no use in cop me
Sloppily, your woman on the clockin me
Possibly I rock well, always watchin me
in the street life, my eyes seen atrocity
Undress a kid
When I keeps it that means there ain't no stoppin me
Constant motivation, the god bury kings
Proper education, Allah sees
How High, another form of elevation
That's why I choose to from the basement
Twelve-thirty-one-ninety-nine, are wastin
More these Hot Dog MC's next to
Math, break the phonograph in half
Promoters on bullshit, short wit Johhny cash
(Dat's dat shit) got snitches rattin on the click
(Dat's dat shit) They got fightin over 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 over

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

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