Method Man & Redman - I'm Dope Nigga
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[Intro: Redman (Method Man)]
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Straight up, nigga
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Brick City on fire, nigga
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We on fire, nigga
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(Beast shit) yeah
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(Oh yeah, my mic sound real nice, check it)
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(Yeah, uh, ok) yessir
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Hot off the press, yo, yo
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[Redman]
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Check out the, main attraction, black man in action
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The orangutan that remain a captain
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You need a boost, I'm the right thing to tap in
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Cuz hip hop is lame, the whole game is lacking
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I make my commission off, weed and shows
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Chicks wanna spread rumors like Club New Vogue
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But I pimp it like my ruff-ruff-ruff-ruff, we don't love them hoes
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Each flow that I'm spitting sound mall nutrition
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But it's phat when the clip in, boy, I mean business
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We got beef for the teeth, with soy bean niggas
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Redman & Method Man, stay in the lab
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America meet the new Tango & Cash
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Hip hop is in trouble, I stay on the pad
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Rappers wanna feature me, I'm like give me a math
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I'm like "nah", I'mma keep it funky, nigga
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Talk 20, cuz for money, I"m a junkie nigga
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[Chorus: Method Man (Redman)]
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I'm dope, nigga (yeah, that's what the say)
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(Frank Lucas with the pen, get at me, ok?)
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I'm dope, nigga, dirty needle stuck in the arm
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Hustle til the package is gone, never tuck in my charm, cuz I'm
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I'm dope, nigga (now I'm out to my dope)
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(Nino Brown takeover, that's how I roll)
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Now let me smoke witcha, hard when the kid on the job
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Keep a step ahead of the law, push the peddle and floor
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[Method Man]
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I got that small change, my nigga, quarters, nickels & dimes
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I might cop a little shine, favorite pistol, a nine
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I can't deal with fickle minds cuz I'm too official with mine
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Put your nose in my notebook and go and sniff you a line
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I'm dope, nigga, I'm heroin in it's prime
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While the game is on it's decline, bitches on my define
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I fine rhyme and easy, but I ain't easy to find
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Number one on my to do list, please believe me, it's crime
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Ain't with the tom foolery, Meth, if you don't know that
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I'mma bet on what to do with me, yet, go 'head and Google me
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Your boy flow fluently, yes, still got that Wu in me
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Screw it, let me do it to death, minus the eulogy
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Ah-hah, I'm ahead of the game, ahead of these lames
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I'm a head case, the head nurse is getting better with brain
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Let me network, the rest of you niggas stay in your lane
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Know your network, now back to the script, like I was saying
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[Chorus]
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[Redman]
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The hip hop Yogi Berra, New York, let's get together
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It took a '90's boy, to flow in your era
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Niggas never saw me when I write, and signed in a letter
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I was born the son of Helen Keller
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My skin is Old Yeller, but a bitch dig a fella
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She like the way car wheels flip the propellers
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I 'stay fly' like Three 6, someone tell her
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Doc & Meth tough like Run-DMC leather
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[Method Man]
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I'm the 'king of rock', dimes, grams and ki's
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Cuz the world don't give a fuck if I got a fam to feed
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This a heroin dream, smash up a fiend
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You can see this pack in my jeans, put you back on your lean
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Yeah, back for a fit, back on my shit
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Got my ex from back in the days, even back on my dick
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This is crack shit, ya'll do it big, I super size
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Coke Classic, my nose in the 'cane, like Super Fly, cuz I'm
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[Chorus]
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I'm Dope Nigga
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| Method Man |
