Meth:
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Come on
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1 2 1 2 uh uh
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1 2 1 2
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Mr. Meth and Doc
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1 2 1 2
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Uh uh 1 2 1 2
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DJ Scratch on the track
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1 2 1 2
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Wa wa 1 2 1 2
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Break your motha fuckin back
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1 2 1 2
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Ah yo yo
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My, lyric is 8 ball
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Batter up play ball
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Fuck yawl ANALOGUE
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Niggas we be digital, subliminal, come in
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From the 5 star general
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Attack you from the blind side, invisible
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To the naked eye
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Where them criminals
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Better have your 8 essential vitamins and minerals
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The wu is coming through you know the outcome
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Critical
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Condition in your physical for injurin
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The officer and gentleman who stack by the benjamen
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Redman:
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Off a beat like this
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I keep a night stick
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In case any stick up care where heat might miss
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I chicken fry rice bitch
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In a white trench
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Bustin off two macks I'm like "I'm hit"!!!
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I'm just playin, I clear the croud out
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Like a peppa can sprayin
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I throw lightin out the arms raiden
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Go guard your pray
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Next year I do nothin more than Y2K
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Hook:
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We say
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Wa wa wa wa 1 2 1 2
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Wa wa wa wa 1 2 1 2
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We say
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Wa wa wa wa 1 2 1 2 we say
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Wa wa wa wa 1 2 1 2
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We say
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Wa wa wa wa 1 2 1 2
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Wa wa wa wa 1 2 1 2
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And if you say fuck me [Meth]
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I'm a say fuck you [Redman]
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Wa wa wa wa 1 2 1 2
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Meth:
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From deputant down to stripper
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I'm too nonchalaunt
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A drink mixed with four kinds of liquors
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Catch me at the bar "Fu Bar"
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Ladies know who we are and
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Dream of fuckin a star
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Who da scrub
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Shotgun in this man car
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Burnin up
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Forever gettin thrown out the club
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It be us Paul
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Shot out and bugged
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I smoke bud, sniff a bee's ass to get a buzz
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I'm everything you think you don't know
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Redman:
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I throw a 5 in the power
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Poppa wheely with the front end hittin speed bumps, 40 miles per hour
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I'm out at Howard, next to Baltimore
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Takin change out the fountains at shoppin malls
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Rats can only afford Chuck E Cheese
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The blood in my jeans is tough like Buddy Lee
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Semi-dart auto off ya, blood coughin
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Meth pull the last spark plug with a heart pump
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Hook
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Redman:
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Call me will, enemy I state
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When 4 Doc run the scam
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New jacks studderin, that the man from the upperhand
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Punch, atomic bomb I hit many
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From Bricks to South Park you dyin with Kenny
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While you bailin I'm trailin
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Rockin hard hat helmets clip the satellite servallence
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When I walk by you better not be kickin
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Or i put two more in that terriyaki chicken
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Meth:
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You've just been fitted for them seeman shoes
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This is bottom of the lake raps
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Stab you in the back
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Kung Fu
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52 cops can't withstand the 52 blocks
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Unless they bust like 52 shots
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I'm the has been that have not
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Battle kids at Maxwell's house
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Know when I'm good to the last drop
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Whats my name Meth he's name Doc
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Just like urban
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See me in the gran transportation splurgin
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Drivin with a turban who push a black suburban (come on)
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We rollin windows half down through the urban
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Network law lay it down like a persian
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M to the E to the F, spell curtain
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Redman:
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Get out your car sucker
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This ain't yours
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Robbed you with a gun that filled with paint balls
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And brauds got the nerve to act funny
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You a champaine ho, with kool aide money
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Frown bitch, Doc up in that town quick
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You back down a point on NFL blitz
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I'm lyin buddah break fool and take two
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And put your hole in the earth to escape through
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Hook
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Talked:
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DJ Scratch
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Not ready for prime time playas
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Mr. Meth, Funk Doc
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Def Jam 2000 mutha fuckasssssss!!! (echos out)
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Calm me down baby
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Nod your head to this
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Come on
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Ey yo this is WKYA radio
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We kickin your motha fuckin ass
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Yo Flex
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Thats right it's goin down
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Redman, Method Man blackin the funk out
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Now listen
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1,2,1,2
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| Method Man |
