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Man
Uh, get ya on

voice
WWKYA, WE'RE KICKIN ASS!

Mally
My receitals is worth ten
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 I spit damaging your vitals
ride through like my squad do
Got all players suicidal
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 for hire, ten grand a killin
Yo Funk Doc, pass the glock, this bitch grillin
I make wit my big dog ?bounce?
Island to the Bricks for mo' chips and mo' pounds
Y'all know who really lockin 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 what I'm 'bout

Chorus: Redman, Man (Young Zee)
Yo get ya up and get ya high, ha!
Get ya stoned and get ya
Dat's dat (like or not, niggas 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 shit (like or not, niggas wit the fifth)
dat shit (like or not, bitches 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 live
Ya bitch ass probably wash ya wit Palmolive
Yo Bricks holler, I got the plan
Load it and it goes like summer jam
Fam can't dig it, pop the wea-sel
You be under your peacoat wit people
I told cops, blocks, no props
Fo' pops, Hennesy and we both shot
That's how we go out, are you the thug
To ride down like from a Bug Life?
Watch the movie, haters tried to eye D
Your beef in small claims court, Judy
you and I meet up, the fight heat up
Bloody up ya wife beater light weed up

Man
I melt wax, Cuban Link 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 on the stop-watch clockin me
Possibly I rock well, somebody always me
in the street life, my eyes seen atrocity
Undress a kid
When I it movin that means there ain't no stoppin me
Constant motivation, the god fiend kings
Proper education, Allah sees
How High, just another 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
Promoters on some bullshit, wit Johhny cash
(Dat's dat shit) got snitches rattin on the click
(Dat's dat shit) They got bitches fightin over
WHERE THE LOVE AT, when young, broke and black
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
Doc got bitches fightin over dick

Man
Yeah yeah yeah yeah, got bitches fightin over dick

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