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Man
Uh, get ya on

voice
WWKYA, WE'RE KICKIN ASS!

Mally
My receitals is ten titles
I shit on wrote Bibles, if you like me I don't like you
I liable to load the rifle, hit the and snipe you
The shit I spit damaging vitals
Nobody through like my squad do
Got all y'all players
niggas, take two
You the news, I'ma break it to ya
We're here to the bill and
Featuring Funk Doc, and the villain
A mic murder for hire, ten a killin
Yo Doc, pass the glock, this bitch nigga 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
When we 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 and get ya wide
dat shit (like or not, niggas sleepin wit the fifth)
Dat's dat shit (like or not, bitches fightin dick)
we get ya up and get ya high (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, bitches over dick)

I'm high-powered, the dog rott
Chocolate thai showers got Doc cookin minute rice for hours
You wet cowards, I'm wire
Ya ass probably wash ya hands wit Palmolive
Yo Bricks holler, I got the plan
Load it and it goes like jam tickets
Fam dig it, pop goes the wea-sel
You be hidin under your peacoat wit
I told cops, roll blocks, no
Fo' pops, Hennesy back and we both
That's how we go out, are you the type?
To ride down like Hopper from a Bug
Watch the movie, haters to eye screw D
beef in small claims court, Judge Judy
When you and I meet up, the fight up
up ya wife beater then light weed up

Man
I melt wax, Cuban chain react
Breezin these tracks wit the highest of velocity
Play me Monopoly
Pay me everytime you on my property
I'm Dastardly, no use in cop blockin me
Sloppily, your woman on the clockin me
Possibly I rock well, somebody watchin me
Livin in the life, my eyes seen atrocity
a kid properly
When I keeps it that means there ain't no stoppin me
motivation, the god fiend bury kings
Proper education, sees everything
How High, just another form of
That's why I choose to build the basement
Twelve-thirty-one-ninety-nine, times are
More these Hot Dog MC's to Nathan
Allah Math, break the phonograph in
Promoters on some bullshit, short wit cash
(Dat's dat shit) They got rattin on the click
(Dat's dat shit) They got bitches over dick
WHERE THE AT, when you're 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 bitches fightin dick

(Young Zee)
Get ya up and get ya high (All y'all stupid bitches keep fightin 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 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