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[Method
Uh, get ya on

[Radio
WWKYA, WE'RE KICKIN ASS!

G/Jamal]
My receitals is ten titles
I shit on wrote Bibles, if you don't like me I don't you
I liable to load the rifle, hit the and snipe you
The shit I spit damaging vitals
Nobody through like my squad do
Got all y'all suicidal
Actin niggas, two
You heard the news, I'ma it to ya
We're here to headline the and
Funk Doc, Tical and the villain
A mic for hire, ten grand a killin
Yo Funk Doc, pass the glock, this bitch grillin
I make moves wit my big dog
Staten Island to the for mo' chips and mo' pounds
Y'all know who lockin this shit down
When we rock it, we all stand 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, sleepin wit the fifth)
Dat's dat shit (like or not, bitches over dick)
we get ya up and get ya high (yeah)
Get ya and get ya wide
Dat's dat shit (like or not, sleepin wit the fifth)
Dat's dat shit (like or not, bitches fightin dick)

I'm high-powered, the dog weiler
Chocolate showers got Doc cookin minute rice for five hours
You wet cowards, I'm wire
Ya bitch ass probably wash ya hands wit
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 under your peacoat wit
I told cops, roll blocks, no
Fo' pops, Hennesy back and we shot
That's how we go out, are you the thug
To ride down like Hopper a Bug Life?
the movie, haters tried to eye screw D
Your beef in small claims court, Judy
When you and I up, the fight heat up
Bloody up ya wife beater then light up

[Method
I melt wax, Cuban Link react
Breezin through these wit the highest of velocity
Play me Monopoly
Pay me everytime you trespass on my
I'm Dastardly, no use in cop blockin me
Sloppily, your woman on the stop-watch me
Possibly I well, somebody always watchin me
Livin in the street life, my eyes seen
a kid properly
When I keeps it movin that means there ain't no me
Constant motivation, the god 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, are wastin
More these Hot Dog next to Nathan
Allah Math, the phonograph in half
Promoters on bullshit, short wit Johhny cash
(Dat's dat shit) got snitches rattin on the click
(Dat's dat shit) got bitches fightin over dick
WHERE THE 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 fightin over dick

Man]
Yeah yeah yeah yeah, got bitches fightin over dick

(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 and get ya wide wide (Yeah yeah)
Get ya stoned and get ya (Fightin over dick)
Get ya stoned and get ya ha
Get ya up and get ya ha (Fightin over dick)
Get ya stoned and get ya ha