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

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

voice]
WWKYA, WE'RE KICKIN ASS!

G/Jamal]
My receitals is worth ten
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 your vitals
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 for hire, ten grand a killin
Yo Funk Doc, pass the glock, bitch nigga grillin
I moves wit my big dog? bounce?
Staten Island to the for mo' chips and mo' pounds
Y'all know who really lockin this shit
When we rock it, we all stand out?
Y'all hazardarious, out
Get ya ass out 'fore I 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 shit (like or not, niggas sleepin wit the fifth)
Dat's dat (like or not, bitches fightin 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's dat shit (like or not, fightin over dick)

I'm high-powered, the dog rott
Chocolate thai showers got Doc minute rice for five hours
You wet cowards, I'm live
Ya bitch ass probably 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 your peacoat wit people
I told cops, roll blocks, no
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?
the movie, haters tried to eye screw D
Your in small claims court, Judge Judy
When you and I up, the fight heat up
Bloody up ya wife beater light weed up

[Method
I wax, Cuban Link chain react
Breezin through tracks wit the highest of velocity
Play me Monopoly
Pay me everytime you trespass on my
I'm Dick Dastardly, no use in cop me
Sloppily, your woman on the stop-watch me
Possibly I rock well, somebody watchin me
Livin in the street life, my eyes seen
a kid properly
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 of elevation
That's why I choose to from the basement
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 snitches rattin on the
(Dat's dat shit) They got bitches fightin over
THE LOVE AT, when you're young, broke and black
It's over there, in the ashtray, who got a

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

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

[Method
Yeah yeah yeah, Meth-Tical got bitches fightin over dick

(Young Zee)]
Get ya up and get ya (All y'all stupid 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 high ha (Fightin dick)
Get ya stoned and get ya ha