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

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

[Radio
WWKYA, WE'RE YOUR ASS!

[Mally
My receitals is ten titles
I on wrote Bibles, if you don't like me I don't like you
I to load the rifle, hit the roof and snipe you
The shit I spit damaging your
Nobody through like my squad do
Got all players suicidal
niggas, take two
You heard the news, break it to ya
We're to headline the bill and
Funk Doc, Tical and the villain
A mic murder for hire, ten grand a
Yo Funk Doc, pass the glock, this nigga grillin
I make moves wit my big bounce?
Staten Island to the Bricks for mo' chips and mo'
Y'all know who really lockin this shit
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

[Chorus: Redman, 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, fightin over dick)
Aiyyo we get ya up and get ya (yeah)
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)

I'm high-powered, the dog rott
Chocolate thai 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 printed
Load it and it goes like jam tickets
Fam can't dig it, pop goes the
You be hidin your peacoat wit people
I cops, roll blocks, no props
Fo' pops, back and we both shot
That's how we go out, are you the thug
To ride down like Hopper from a Bug
Watch the movie, haters tried to eye D
Your in small claims court, Judge Judy
When you and I meet up, the fight up
Bloody up ya wife beater then light up

[Method
I melt wax, Cuban Link chain
Breezin through these tracks wit the highest of
me like Monopoly
Pay me everytime you trespass on my
I'm Dick Dastardly, no use in cop me
Sloppily, woman on the stop-watch clockin me
Possibly I rock well, somebody always me
in the street life, my eyes seen atrocity
Undress a kid
I keeps it movin that means there ain't no stoppin me
Constant motivation, the god fiend kings
Proper education, sees everything
How High, just form of elevation
That's why I to build from the basement
Twelve-thirty-one-ninety-nine, times are
More these Hot Dog MC's to Nathan
Math, break the phonograph in half
Promoters on some bullshit, short wit Johhny
(Dat's dat shit) They got snitches rattin on the
(Dat's dat shit) got bitches fightin over dick
WHERE THE LOVE AT, you're young, broke and black
over 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 y'all stupid 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 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