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

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

[Radio
WWKYA, WE'RE KICKIN ASS!

G/Jamal]
My receitals is worth ten
I shit on wrote Bibles, if you 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 players suicidal
niggas, take two
You the news, I'ma break it to ya
We're to headline the bill and
Featuring Funk Doc, and the villain
A mic murder for hire, ten a killin
Yo Funk Doc, pass the glock, this bitch nigga
I make moves wit my big dog?
Staten Island to the Bricks for mo' and mo' pounds
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 you what I'm talkin 'bout

[Chorus: Redman, 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, niggas wit the fifth)
Dat's dat shit (like or not, bitches over dick)
we get ya up and get ya high (yeah)
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)

I'm high-powered, the dog weiler
Chocolate thai showers got Doc cookin minute 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 under peacoat wit people
I cops, roll blocks, no props
Fo' pops, Hennesy and we both shot
That's how we go out, are you the type?
To ride like Hopper from a Bug Life?
the movie, haters tried to eye screw D
Your beef in small claims court, Judge
When you and I meet up, the fight up
Bloody up ya wife beater then weed up

[Method
I melt wax, Cuban Link react
Breezin through these tracks wit the highest of
Play me like
Pay me you trespass on my property
I'm Dick Dastardly, no use in cop me
Sloppily, your on the stop-watch clockin me
Possibly I rock well, always watchin me
Livin in the street life, my eyes seen
a kid properly
When I it movin that means there ain't no stoppin me
Constant motivation, the god fiend bury
Proper education, Allah sees
How High, just another form of
That's why I choose to build the basement
Twelve-thirty-one-ninety-nine, are wastin
More these Hot Dog next to Nathan
Allah Math, break the phonograph in
on some bullshit, short wit Johhny cash
(Dat's dat shit) They got snitches on the click
(Dat's dat shit) They got bitches fightin dick
WHERE THE LOVE AT, when you're young, and black
over 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 fightin over dick

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

(Young Zee)]
Get ya up and get ya high (All y'all stupid bitches fightin over dick)
Get ya and get ya wide
Get ya up and get ya (HIIIIIGH!)
Get ya and get ya wide 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