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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

[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 liable to load the rifle, hit the roof and you
The shit I spit damaging your
Nobody ride through my squad do
Got all y'all players
niggas, take two
You the news, I'ma break it to ya
We're here to the bill and
Featuring Funk Doc, and the villain
A mic murder for hire, ten grand a
Yo Funk Doc, pass the glock, this bitch grillin
I make 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?
hazardarious, clear out
Get ya ass out 'fore I 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 shit (like or not, niggas sleepin wit the fifth)
Dat's dat shit (like or not, bitches fightin dick)
Aiyyo we get ya up and get ya (yeah)
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)

I'm high-powered, the dog rott
thai showers got Doc cookin minute rice for five hours
You wet cowards, I'm live
Ya bitch ass probably ya hands wit Palmolive
Yo Bricks holler, I got the plan
Load it and it goes summer jam tickets
Fam can't dig it, pop goes the
You be hidin under your wit people
I told cops, roll blocks, no
Fo' pops, Hennesy back and we shot
That's how we go out, are you the thug
To ride down like from a Bug Life?
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 then light up

[Method
I melt wax, Link chain react
Breezin through tracks wit the highest of velocity
Play me like
Pay me everytime you on my property
I'm Dastardly, no use in cop blockin me
Sloppily, your woman on the stop-watch me
Possibly I well, somebody 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 kings
Proper education, Allah sees
How High, another form of elevation
That's why I choose to from the basement
Twelve-thirty-one-ninety-nine, are wastin
More these Hot Dog MC's to Nathan
Allah Math, break the in half
on some bullshit, short wit Johhny cash
(Dat's dat shit) They got snitches rattin on the
(Dat's dat shit) They got bitches fightin dick
WHERE THE LOVE AT, when young, broke and black
It's over there, in the ashtray, who got a

[Young
Yeah yeah yeah, 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 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 and get ya high (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