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, Zee)

Man]
Uh, get ya on

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 I spit damaging your vitals
Nobody ride through like my do
Got all y'all suicidal
niggas, take two
You heard the news, I'ma 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 Doc, pass the glock, this bitch nigga grillin
I make wit my big dog ?bounce?
Staten Island to the Bricks for mo' and mo' pounds
Y'all know who really this shit down
When we rock it, don't we all out?
hazardarious, clear out
Get ya ass out 'fore I 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 and get ya wide
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 wire
Ya bitch ass probably ya hands wit Palmolive
Yo holler, I got the plan printed
Load it and it 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, Hennesy and we both 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
beef in small claims court, Judge Judy
When you and I meet up, the fight up
Bloody up ya wife then light weed up

[Method
I melt wax, Cuban chain react
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, your woman on the clockin me
Possibly I rock well, somebody always me
Livin in the street life, my eyes atrocity
a kid properly
When I keeps it movin that there ain't no stoppin me
Constant motivation, the god fiend kings
education, Allah 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 rattin on the click
(Dat's dat shit) They got bitches over dick
WHERE THE AT, when you're young, broke and black
over there, in the ashtray, who got a match?

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

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

[Method
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 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 ha (Fightin over dick)
Get ya and get ya high ha