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

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

voice]
WWKYA, WE'RE KICKIN ASS!

G/Jamal]
My is worth ten titles
I shit on wrote Bibles, if you don't like me I like you
I liable to load the rifle, hit the and snipe you
The shit I spit your vitals
Nobody ride through my squad do
Got all players suicidal
Actin niggas, two
You the news, I'ma break it to ya
We're here to the bill and
Featuring Funk Doc, Tical and the
A mic murder for hire, ten grand a
Yo Funk Doc, pass the glock, this bitch grillin
I make moves wit my big bounce?
Island to the Bricks for mo' chips and mo' pounds
Y'all know who really lockin this shit
When we rock it, don't we all stand
Y'all hazardarious, out
Get ya ass out 'fore I 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 (like or not, bitches fightin over dick)
we get ya up and get ya high (yeah)
Get ya and get ya wide
dat shit (like or not, niggas sleepin wit the fifth)
Dat's dat shit (like or not, fightin over dick)

I'm high-powered, the dog weiler
thai showers got Doc cookin minute rice for five hours
You wet cowards, I'm live
Ya ass probably wash ya hands wit Palmolive
Yo holler, I got the plan printed
it and it goes like summer jam tickets
Fam can't dig it, pop goes the
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, 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 beater light weed up

[Method
I melt wax, Cuban chain react
Breezin through tracks wit the highest of velocity
me like Monopoly
Pay me you trespass on my property
I'm Dastardly, no use in cop blockin me
Sloppily, your on the stop-watch clockin me
Possibly I rock well, somebody always me
Livin in the street life, my eyes atrocity
a kid properly
When I keeps it that means there ain't no stoppin me
Constant motivation, the god bury kings
Proper education, Allah everything
How High, another form of elevation
That's why I choose to build from the
Twelve-thirty-one-ninety-nine, times are
More these Hot Dog MC's to Nathan
Allah Math, the phonograph in half
Promoters on some bullshit, wit Johhny cash
(Dat's dat shit) They got rattin on the click
(Dat's dat shit) They got bitches over dick
THE LOVE AT, when you're young, broke and black
It's there, in the ashtray, who got a match?

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

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

[Method
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 and get ya wide
Get ya up and get ya (HIIIIIGH!)
Get ya stoned and get ya 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 ha (Fightin over dick)
Get ya stoned and get ya ha