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[Method
Uh, get ya on

[Radio
WWKYA, WE'RE YOUR ASS!

[Mally
My receitals is ten titles
I shit on 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
ride through like my squad do
Got all y'all suicidal
niggas, take two
You the news, I'ma break it to ya
We're to headline the bill and
Featuring Funk Doc, Tical and the
A mic murder for hire, ten a killin
Yo Funk Doc, pass the glock, bitch nigga grillin
I make moves wit my big dog
Staten Island to the for mo' chips and mo' pounds
know who really lockin this shit down
When we rock it, don't we all stand
Y'all hazardarious, out
Get ya ass out I tear it out
And show you 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 (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 and get ya wide
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 wire
Ya bitch ass probably wash ya wit Palmolive
Yo Bricks holler, I got the plan
Load it and it like summer jam tickets
Fam can't dig it, pop the wea-sel
You be under 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 type?
To ride down like from a Bug Life?
Watch the movie, haters to eye screw D
Your beef in small court, Judge Judy
When you and I meet up, the fight up
Bloody up ya wife beater light weed up

[Method
I melt wax, Cuban chain react
through these tracks wit the highest of velocity
Play me like
Pay me everytime you trespass on my
I'm Dastardly, no use in cop blockin me
Sloppily, your on the stop-watch clockin me
Possibly I rock well, somebody always me
Livin in the street life, my seen atrocity
Undress a kid
When I keeps it that means there ain't no stoppin me
Constant motivation, the god fiend bury
Proper education, sees everything
How High, just form of elevation
why I choose to build from the basement
Twelve-thirty-one-ninety-nine, are wastin
More these Hot Dog next to Nathan
Allah Math, the phonograph in half
Promoters on some bullshit, wit Johhny cash
(Dat's dat shit) They got snitches on the click
(Dat's dat shit) They got fightin over dick
WHERE THE LOVE AT, when you're young, and black
over there, in the ashtray, who got a match?

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

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

Man]
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 stoned and get ya high (Fightin dick)
Get ya and get ya high ha
Get ya up and get ya ha (Fightin over dick)
Get ya stoned and get ya ha