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[Method
Uh, get ya on

[Radio
WWKYA, KICKIN YOUR ASS!

[Mally
My is worth ten titles
I shit on wrote Bibles, if you don't like me I like you
I liable to load the rifle, hit the and snipe you
The shit I spit your vitals
Nobody ride through my squad do
Got all y'all suicidal
niggas, take two
You heard the news, I'ma it to ya
here to headline the bill and
Featuring Funk Doc, Tical and the
A mic for hire, ten grand a killin
Yo Funk Doc, pass the glock, this bitch nigga
I make moves wit my big dog
Island to the Bricks for mo' chips and mo' pounds
Y'all know who really lockin this down
When we rock it, don't we all out?
Y'all hazardarious, out
Get ya ass out I tear it out
And show you I'm talkin 'bout

Redman, Method Man (Young Zee)]
Yo get ya up and get ya high, ha!
Get ya and get ya wide
dat shit (like or not, niggas sleepin wit the fifth)
Dat's dat shit (like or not, bitches fightin dick)
we get ya up and get ya high (yeah)
Get ya stoned and get ya
Dat's dat shit (like or not, niggas wit the fifth)
dat shit (like or not, bitches fightin over dick)

I'm high-powered, the dog rott
Chocolate thai showers got Doc minute rice for five hours
You wet cowards, I'm live
Ya bitch ass wash ya hands wit Palmolive
Yo holler, I got the plan printed
Load it and it goes like jam tickets
Fam can't dig it, pop the wea-sel
You be hidin under your peacoat wit
I cops, roll blocks, no props
Fo' pops, Hennesy back and we both
That's how we go out, are you the thug
To down like Hopper from a Bug Life?
the movie, haters tried to eye screw D
Your beef in small court, Judge Judy
When you and I meet up, the heat up
Bloody up ya beater then light weed up

[Method
I wax, Cuban Link chain react
Breezin through these wit the highest of velocity
me like Monopoly
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
in the street life, my eyes seen atrocity
Undress a kid
When I it movin that means there ain't no stoppin me
Constant motivation, the god fiend bury
education, Allah sees everything
How High, just form of elevation
That's why I choose to from the basement
Twelve-thirty-one-ninety-nine, times are
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 on the click
(Dat's dat shit) They got bitches fightin dick
THE LOVE AT, when you're young, broke and black
It's over there, in the ashtray, who got a

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

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

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

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