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Man
Uh, get ya on

Radio
WWKYA, WE'RE YOUR ASS!

G/Jamal
My receitals is ten titles
I shit on wrote Bibles, if you like me I don't like you
I liable to the rifle, hit the roof and snipe you
The shit I spit your vitals
Nobody ride through my squad do
Got all y'all 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 murder for hire, ten a killin
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 lockin this shit
When we rock it, we all stand out?
hazardarious, clear out
Get ya ass out 'fore I it out
And show you 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 shit (like or not, bitches over dick)
Aiyyo we get ya up and get ya (yeah)
Get ya stoned and get ya
dat shit (like or not, niggas sleepin wit the fifth)
Dat's dat (like or not, bitches 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 probably wash ya wit Palmolive
Yo Bricks holler, I got the printed
Load it and it goes like summer jam
Fam dig it, pop goes the wea-sel
You be hidin under your peacoat wit
I told cops, roll blocks, no
Fo' pops, Hennesy and we both shot
That's how we go out, are you the thug
To ride down Hopper from a Bug Life?
Watch the movie, haters to eye screw D
Your beef in small claims court, Judy
When you and I meet up, the heat up
Bloody up ya beater then light weed up

Man
I melt wax, Cuban Link react
Breezin through these tracks wit the of velocity
Play me like
Pay me everytime you on my property
I'm Dick Dastardly, no use in cop me
Sloppily, woman on the stop-watch clockin me
Possibly I well, somebody always watchin me
Livin in the street life, my eyes seen
a kid properly
When I keeps it movin that there ain't no stoppin me
Constant motivation, the god fiend bury
Proper education, Allah sees
How High, just another form of
That's why I choose to from the basement
Twelve-thirty-one-ninety-nine, times are
More 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 bitches fightin 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, Zee got bitches fightin over dick

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

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

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