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Man
Uh, get ya on

Radio
WWKYA, WE'RE KICKIN 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 the rifle, hit the roof and snipe you
The shit I spit damaging your
Nobody ride through like my do
Got all y'all players
Actin niggas, two
You heard the news, break it to ya
We're to headline the bill and
Featuring Funk Doc, Tical and the
A mic murder for hire, ten grand a
Yo Doc, pass the glock, this bitch nigga grillin
I make moves wit my big dog
Staten Island to the Bricks for mo' chips and mo'
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

Redman, Method 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 and get ya wide
dat shit (like or not, niggas sleepin wit the fifth)
Dat's dat shit (like or not, bitches fightin dick)

I'm high-powered, the dog weiler
Chocolate thai showers got Doc cookin minute for five hours
You wet cowards, I'm wire
Ya bitch ass probably ya hands wit Palmolive
Yo Bricks holler, I got the plan
Load it and it like summer jam tickets
Fam can't dig it, pop goes the
You be under your peacoat wit people
I told cops, blocks, no props
Fo' pops, Hennesy back and we both
how we go out, are you the thug type?
To ride down like from a Bug Life?
the movie, haters tried to eye screw D
Your beef in small claims court, Judy
When you and I meet up, the heat up
Bloody up ya wife then light weed up

Man
I melt wax, Cuban Link chain
Breezin through these tracks wit the highest of
Play me like
Pay me you trespass on my property
I'm Dastardly, no use in cop blockin me
Sloppily, your woman on the clockin me
Possibly I rock well, somebody always me
in the street life, my eyes seen atrocity
Undress a kid
When I keeps it movin that there ain't no stoppin me
Constant motivation, the god fiend bury
Proper education, Allah everything
How High, just another form of
That's why I choose to build 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 snitches on the click
(Dat's dat shit) They got fightin over dick
WHERE THE AT, when you're young, broke and black
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
Funk Doc got bitches fightin over

Man
Yeah yeah yeah yeah, got bitches fightin over dick

(Young Zee)
Get ya up and get ya high (All y'all stupid bitches keep 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 high ha (Fightin dick)
Get ya stoned and get ya ha