[laughing] Yea
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[more laughing]
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Follow... Juss do what ya feel and never follow
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Never follow... Juss do what ya feel and never follow
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[Chorus]
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Juss do what ya feel and never follow
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Juss do what ya feel and never follow
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Ha Ha Metical
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[Meth:]
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Who wanna flip wit the acrobatic?
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From Ground Zero all the way to attic
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Well we be smokin Tical
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The reservoir is now open
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I swim the English Channel backstrokin
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You don't know me or my style
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We hold court and blow trial
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You catch cal when you browse through my X-files
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Who be next now?
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Man's down, hands down
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Hold ground by yo side when it go down
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I dedicate this next dart to my fuckin heart
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Little Meth pea the best pod
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Now walk wit dat one, word, time time fo some action
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Dreamin bout Toni Braxton
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Blowin her back out like Bob Backlund
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I'm throwin wrestling holds
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Tag Team wit Funk Doc We in Funk mode
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Take yo best shot
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If it don't hip it don't hop
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If it don't quit it don't stop
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That's the life
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[Redman:]
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I be the supalyrical individual
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I be spittin though that Teflon material
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To knock Big Ben off of schedule
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Betta move wit a set of tools
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I be doin it to mics when I'm a heterosexual
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I load the mic then cock, drop it like 3 quarters when I slaughter
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Don't get caught in the water
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Cause the Bricks got its own World Order
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Leave yo bitches shot like the third rail caught her
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Style stay deeper than Orca
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I float the seven seas with ease
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Get more drugs than pharmacies
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So call me that lyrical genevyz
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You can't compare, get you steppin like stairs
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Frats, sororities
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Don't make me bring it on back, I fuck up the majority
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Of niggaz lookin hard at me
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I port them like authority
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And when my nigga Meth shine, I be in the How High mobile
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Rollin 3 dimes at a time
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[Redman and Method Man still... (unknown sample)]
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It's the Jersey representa
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Get hit from the bottom to ya head when ya enta
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[Meth] Word
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[Chorus x 3]
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Ha Funk Doc, break it down
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[Redman:]
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Yo, suck my dick outta animosity
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The velocity will fly dat head and freeze yo camps like pottery
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then give labodomies to all you rap colonies
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And shut yo million dollar investment to economy
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And possibly might be the one in black leather
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Name tag sayin "Caution when wet"
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By the track wetter
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The ass-spreader
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I love the grimey shit even my girl did grimey shit to me
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And I went back wit her
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3 years for carryin a loaded handgun
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but its forever wit a nigga
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(ch-ch-blouw) and he lands one to yo cranium
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That red dot on your forehead is not cause you're Arabian
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(Watch what you say to him)
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You caught up in a tight situation
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I should start erasin your organization for makin, wack tunes
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While my whole platoon rocks the basement
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You couldn't come if I gave my bookin agent
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Or producer
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Royalty poise 12-shot loaded Luga
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Even the crowd get you souped up
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You still wack
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I peel caps on the regular
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Destroy emcees etcetra
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Hooped like the Predator
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Fuck you, your label, moms, and yo editor
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Give you two to the jellular
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Left you spreadin all on my shirt
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The King of the Flirts, shittin
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Bitches hit me off more than New Edition
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(tw tw twee twee twee tw twee twee twee twee)
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I make them pigs heart skip a beat from the steel fasique
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So I alone (one me gun dun)
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Get on the mic breakem off a shum shum
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[Meth:]
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We moonshine and grow crops
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Purchasin a handheld wit the sho-shot
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It got me spittin
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These slugs at my competition, in rap sessions
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You ain't be got no weapons you live professin
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Next in line
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Parental discretion advised
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These explicit, street linguistics
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Betta than yo momma biscuits
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We bombshellin
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I might know but ain't tellin, too bad you missed it
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Johnny, dangerously, Blaze
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Anotha enemy made, anotha due paid
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Color-safe bleach so I don't fade
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Scar you mental wit my double-edged blade
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Razor Sharp get yo bandaids
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Hold that
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Like E said get the Pozac
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Show dem wack niggaz where da door's at
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On the case like I'm Kojak
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Kissin the grits on that floor bitch
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Flip scripts, take loooong shits
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Raider Ruckus, one
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I come wit premeditated Red Rum
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Gingivitis to yo fil
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Do What Ya Feel
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| Method Man |
