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Uh, get ya on

[Radio
WWKYA, WE'RE YOUR ASS!

[Mally
My receitals is worth ten
I shit on Bibles, if you don't like me I don't like you
I liable to the rifle, hit the roof and snipe you
The shit I spit damaging your
ride through like my squad do
Got all players suicidal
niggas, take two
You the news, I'ma break it to ya
here to headline the bill and
Featuring Doc, Tical and the villain
A mic murder for hire, ten grand a
Yo Funk Doc, pass the glock, this nigga grillin
I make wit my big dog ?bounce?
Staten Island to the Bricks for mo' chips and mo'
Y'all who really lockin this shit down
When we it, don't we all stand out?
hazardarious, clear out
Get ya ass out 'fore I 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 and get ya wide
Dat's dat shit (like or not, niggas wit the fifth)
dat shit (like or not, bitches fightin over dick)
Aiyyo we get ya up and get ya (yeah)
Get ya and get ya wide
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 weiler
thai showers got Doc cookin 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 like summer jam tickets
Fam can't dig it, pop the wea-sel
You be hidin under peacoat wit people
I told cops, blocks, no props
Fo' pops, Hennesy back and we both
That's how we go out, are you the type?
To down like Hopper from a Bug Life?
the movie, haters tried to eye screw D
Your beef in small claims court, Judy
you and I meet up, the fight heat up
Bloody up ya wife then light weed up

[Method
I melt wax, Cuban chain react
through these tracks wit the highest of velocity
Play me like
Pay me you trespass 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 life, my eyes seen atrocity
Undress a kid
When I keeps it movin means there ain't no stoppin me
motivation, the god fiend bury kings
Proper education, Allah sees
How High, just another form of
That's why I choose to from the basement
Twelve-thirty-one-ninety-nine, are wastin
More Hot Dog MC's next to Nathan
Allah Math, break the in half
Promoters on some bullshit, short wit cash
(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, and black
It's there, in the ashtray, who got a match?

[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 fightin 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 stoned and get ya ha
Get ya up and get ya high ha (Fightin dick)
Get ya and get ya high ha