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, Zee)

Man]
Uh, get ya on

voice]
WWKYA, KICKIN YOUR ASS!

G/Jamal]
My is worth 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 roof and you
The shit I damaging your vitals
Nobody ride through like my do
Got all players suicidal
Actin niggas, two
You heard the news, I'ma it to ya
We're here to 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 moves wit my big dog ?bounce?
Staten Island to the Bricks for mo' and mo' pounds
Y'all know who really lockin shit down
When we it, don't we all stand out?
hazardarious, clear out
Get ya ass out I tear 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 (like or not, niggas sleepin wit the fifth)
Dat's dat shit (like or not, bitches fightin 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 over dick)

I'm high-powered, the dog weiler
Chocolate thai got Doc cookin minute rice for five hours
You wet cowards, I'm live
Ya bitch ass probably ya hands wit Palmolive
Yo Bricks holler, I got the printed
Load it and it goes like jam tickets
Fam dig it, pop goes the wea-sel
You be hidin under your peacoat wit
I told cops, roll blocks, no
Fo' pops, back and we both shot
That's how we go out, are you the type?
To ride down like Hopper a Bug Life?
Watch the movie, tried to eye screw D
Your beef in small claims court, Judge
When you and I up, the fight heat up
Bloody up ya wife beater then weed up

[Method
I melt wax, Cuban Link chain
Breezin through tracks wit the highest of velocity
Play me like
Pay me everytime you on my property
I'm Dick Dastardly, no use in cop me
Sloppily, your on the stop-watch clockin me
Possibly I rock well, always watchin me
Livin in the street life, my seen atrocity
a kid properly
When I keeps it movin means there ain't no stoppin me
Constant motivation, the god fiend kings
Proper education, Allah sees
How High, just another of elevation
That's why I choose to from the basement
Twelve-thirty-one-ninety-nine, times are
these Hot Dog MC's next to Nathan
Allah Math, break the phonograph in
Promoters on bullshit, short wit Johhny cash
(Dat's dat shit) They got snitches rattin on the
(Dat's dat shit) They got bitches fightin over
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 fightin over

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

[Method
Yeah yeah yeah, Meth-Tical 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 high ha (Fightin dick)
Get ya stoned and get ya ha