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Method Man feat. Redman, Mally G (Jamal), Zee

Dat's Dat
Method Man feat. Redman, G (Jamal), Young Zee
Dat's Dat

[Radio
WWKYA, KICKIN YOUR ASS!

G/Jamal]
My receitals is worth ten
I shit on wrote Bibles, if you don't like me I don't you
I liable to load the rifle, hit the roof and you
The shit I spit your vitals
Nobody through like my squad do
Got all y'all suicidal
niggas, take two
You the news, I'ma break it to ya
We're here to headline the and
Featuring Funk Doc, and the villain
A mic murder for hire, ten a killin
Yo Funk Doc, pass the glock, this nigga grillin
I make moves wit my big dog?
Staten Island to the Bricks for mo' and mo' pounds
Y'all know who really lockin this down
When we rock it, we all stand out?
Y'all hazardarious, out
Get ya ass out I tear it out
And you what I'm talkin 'bout

Redman, Method Man (Young Zee)]
Yo get ya up and get ya high, ha!
Get ya stoned and get ya
Dat's dat shit (like or not, 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 and get ya wide
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 showers got Doc cookin minute rice for five hours
You wet cowards, I'm live
Ya ass probably wash ya hands wit Palmolive
Yo Bricks holler, I got the plan
Load it and it like summer jam tickets
Fam dig it, pop goes the wea-sel
You be hidin under your wit people
I cops, roll blocks, no props
Fo' pops, back and we both shot
That's how we go out, are you the type?
To ride down like Hopper a Bug Life?
Watch the movie, tried to eye screw D
Your beef in small claims court, Judy
When you and I meet up, the heat up
up ya wife beater then light weed up

[Method
I melt wax, Link chain react
Breezin through these tracks wit the of velocity
me like Monopoly
Pay me everytime you on my property
I'm Dick Dastardly, no use in cop me
Sloppily, your woman on the stop-watch me
Possibly I well, somebody always watchin me
Livin in the street life, my eyes seen
Undress a kid
When I it movin that means there ain't no stoppin me
Constant motivation, the god fiend bury
education, Allah sees everything
How High, just another form of
why I choose to build from the basement
Twelve-thirty-one-ninety-nine, are wastin
these Hot Dog MC's next to Nathan
Allah Math, break the in half
Promoters on bullshit, short wit Johhny cash
(Dat's dat shit) They got rattin on the click
(Dat's dat shit) They got fightin over dick
WHERE THE LOVE AT, when you're young, broke and
It's there, in the ashtray, who got a match?

[Young
Yeah yeah yeah, Young Zee got fightin over dick

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

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

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