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[Method
Uh, get ya on

[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 and snipe you
The shit I spit damaging your
Nobody through like my squad do
Got all players suicidal
Actin niggas, two
You heard the news, break it to ya
We're to headline the bill and
Funk Doc, Tical and the villain
A mic murder for hire, ten a killin
Yo Doc, pass the glock, this bitch nigga grillin
I make wit my big dog ?bounce?
Staten Island to the for mo' chips and mo' pounds
Y'all know who really this shit down
When we 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

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 shit (like or not, bitches fightin dick)
Aiyyo we get ya up and get ya (yeah)
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 fightin dick)

I'm high-powered, the dog rott
Chocolate thai showers got Doc cookin minute rice for five
You wet cowards, I'm live
Ya bitch ass probably wash ya wit Palmolive
Yo holler, I got the plan printed
Load it and it goes 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, Hennesy back and we both
That's how we go out, are you the type?
To ride down Hopper from a Bug Life?
the movie, haters tried to eye screw D
Your beef in 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 Link react
Breezin through tracks wit the highest of velocity
Play me Monopoly
Pay me everytime you on my property
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 seen
Undress a kid
When I keeps it movin means there ain't no stoppin me
Constant motivation, the god fiend bury
Proper education, sees everything
How High, just another form of
That's why I choose to build from the
Twelve-thirty-one-ninety-nine, times are
these Hot Dog MC's next to Nathan
Allah Math, the phonograph in half
Promoters on some bullshit, short wit Johhny
(Dat's dat shit) got snitches rattin on the click
(Dat's dat shit) They got bitches fightin dick
WHERE THE LOVE AT, when you're young, broke and
It's there, in the ashtray, who got a match?

[Young
Yeah yeah yeah, Young Zee got fightin 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 stupid bitches keep 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 (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