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

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

[Radio
WWKYA, WE'RE KICKIN ASS!

[Mally
My is worth ten titles
I on wrote Bibles, if you don't like me I don't like you
I liable to load the rifle, hit the and snipe you
The shit I spit damaging your
ride through like my squad do
Got all y'all suicidal
niggas, take two
You heard the news, I'ma it to ya
We're here to the bill and
Featuring Funk Doc, and the villain
A mic for hire, ten grand a killin
Yo Funk Doc, pass the glock, this bitch grillin
I moves wit my big dog? bounce?
Staten to the Bricks for mo' chips and mo' pounds
know who really lockin this shit down
When we rock it, don't we all stand
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'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'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 rott
Chocolate thai showers got Doc cookin rice for five hours
You wet cowards, I'm wire
Ya bitch ass probably wash ya hands wit
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 your peacoat wit people
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 from a Bug Life?
Watch the movie, tried to eye screw D
beef in small claims court, Judge Judy
When you and I meet up, the heat up
Bloody up ya wife beater light weed up

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

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

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

Man]
Yeah yeah yeah, Meth-Tical got bitches fightin over 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 stoned and get ya wide (Yeah yeah)
Get ya stoned and get ya high (Fightin dick)
Get ya stoned and get ya ha
Get ya up and get ya high ha (Fightin dick)
Get ya and get ya high ha