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, Zee)

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Uh, get ya on

voice]
WWKYA, WE'RE KICKIN ASS!

G/Jamal]
My is worth ten titles
I shit on wrote Bibles, if you don't me I don't like you
I liable to the rifle, hit the roof and snipe you
The shit I spit your vitals
Nobody ride like my squad do
Got all y'all suicidal
niggas, take two
You the news, I'ma break it to ya
We're here to headline the and
Featuring Funk Doc, Tical and the
A mic murder for hire, ten a killin
Yo Funk Doc, pass the glock, this bitch grillin
I moves wit my big dog ?bounce?
Staten to the Bricks for mo' chips and mo' pounds
Y'all know who really lockin this shit
When we rock it, don't we all out?
Y'all hazardarious, out
Get ya ass out 'fore I 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's dat shit (like or not, niggas 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 (like or not, niggas sleepin wit the fifth)
dat shit (like or not, bitches fightin over dick)

I'm high-powered, the dog weiler
thai showers got Doc cookin minute rice for five hours
You wet cowards, I'm wire
Ya bitch ass probably wash ya hands wit
Yo Bricks holler, I got the plan
Load it and it goes summer jam tickets
Fam can't dig it, pop the wea-sel
You be hidin your peacoat wit people
I cops, roll blocks, no props
Fo' pops, Hennesy and we both shot
That's how we go out, are you the thug
To ride down like from a Bug Life?
Watch the movie, haters to eye screw D
Your beef in small claims court, Judge
you and I meet up, the fight heat up
Bloody up ya wife then light weed up

[Method
I melt wax, Cuban Link react
Breezin through these wit the highest of velocity
me like Monopoly
Pay me you trespass on my property
I'm Dastardly, no use in cop blockin me
Sloppily, your woman on the clockin me
Possibly I well, somebody always watchin me
Livin in the street life, my eyes seen
Undress a kid
When I it movin that means there ain't no stoppin me
motivation, the god fiend bury kings
Proper education, Allah sees
How High, just another form of
why I choose to build from the basement
Twelve-thirty-one-ninety-nine, are wastin
More these Hot Dog MC's next to
Math, break the phonograph in half
Promoters on some bullshit, short wit cash
(Dat's dat shit) They got rattin on the click
(Dat's dat shit) They got bitches over dick
WHERE THE LOVE AT, when you're young, and black
It's there, in the ashtray, who got a match?

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

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

[Method
Yeah yeah yeah yeah, Meth-Tical got bitches fightin 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 (Fightin over dick)
Get ya and get ya high ha
Get ya up and get ya high ha (Fightin dick)
Get ya stoned and get ya ha