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[Method
Uh, get ya on

[Radio
WWKYA, WE'RE KICKIN ASS!

[Mally
My receitals is worth ten
I shit on wrote Bibles, if you don't me I don't like you
I liable to load the rifle, hit the and snipe you
The shit I damaging your vitals
ride through like my squad do
Got all y'all players
Actin niggas, two
You heard the news, I'ma it to ya
here to headline the bill and
Featuring Funk Doc, Tical and the
A mic murder for hire, ten grand a
Yo Funk Doc, pass the glock, bitch nigga grillin
I make moves wit my big dog
Staten to the Bricks for mo' chips and mo' pounds
Y'all know who really lockin shit down
When we rock it, don't we all stand
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 shit (like or not, niggas sleepin wit the fifth)
Dat's dat shit (like or not, bitches over 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 shit (like or not, bitches fightin dick)

I'm high-powered, the dog rott
Chocolate thai showers got Doc minute rice for five hours
You wet cowards, I'm wire
Ya bitch ass probably ya hands wit Palmolive
Yo Bricks holler, I got the printed
Load it and it goes summer jam tickets
Fam dig it, pop goes the wea-sel
You be under your peacoat wit people
I told cops, roll blocks, no
Fo' pops, back and we both shot
That's how we go out, are you the thug
To ride down like Hopper a Bug Life?
Watch the movie, tried 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 then light up

[Method
I wax, Cuban Link chain react
Breezin through these wit the highest of velocity
Play me Monopoly
Pay me you trespass on my property
I'm Dick Dastardly, no use in cop me
Sloppily, your woman on the stop-watch me
Possibly I rock well, somebody watchin me
Livin in the street life, my eyes atrocity
a kid properly
When I keeps it movin that there ain't no stoppin me
motivation, the god fiend bury kings
Proper education, sees everything
How High, just another form of
That's why I choose to build the basement
Twelve-thirty-one-ninety-nine, times are
More these Hot Dog MC's to Nathan
Allah Math, break the 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 bitches fightin dick
WHERE THE AT, when you're young, broke and black
It's over there, in the ashtray, who got a

Zee]
Yeah yeah yeah, Young Zee got bitches fightin 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 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 and get ya high ha