(Original by Method Man; Remixed by Liam)
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Check it, I¡¯m the fuckin man, who they mention
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Notice, that other niggaz rap styles is bogus
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Doo-doo, prepare for this verse Tical voodoo
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Blazin, the stuff that ignites stimulation
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Inside ya, cuz I be that house over water
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forgot in the realm that be deep as the Poseidon
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adventure, niggaz need to touch they freakin picture
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For the sickness, that be spreadin with the quickness
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Remedies, cousin I be doin on my enemies
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Penalty, then I drink forties to they memories
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Emotion, rushin through your down street vicinity
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Blunt smoke, in the air reveals my identity
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What¡¯s that rhythm what¡¯s that sound
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Party people getting down
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When it hit the baddest man
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Just release, yo delf!!
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As I keep it movin, babey we be movin uh
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Keep it movin, and we keep it movin uh
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Keep it movin baby we be movin uh
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Keep it movin, and we keep it huh RHARHHH
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My God, somebody said it¡¯s on, if it isn¡¯t I¡¯ll be set
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To blow a nigga up, with my Five Fingers of Death
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I bring it to his whole damn fam, understand
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If he frontin, on any man down with the Clan
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I be comin, for the headpiece you can¡¯t cope
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For my brother, I bring it to the Pope, word to mother
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Serial, killa, style from Big Isle
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No Stat, my peoples are you with me where you at?
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Shit¡¯s gettin deep in here, I mean like thick
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Niggaz lookin all in my face like they want dick
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It¡¯s about to hit the fan, hit the flo¡¯
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That¡¯s all I can stands, and I can¡¯t stands no mo¡¯
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What is it? Niggaz think they bigga
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Cause they got the finga on the trigga of a pistol
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They don¡¯t know I¡¯m wicked, when I start to kick it
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With the raw sound, wash it down with a Mystic
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Then I add a Snapple, nigga want the juice
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But he don¡¯t want the hassle
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Then we try to overthrow the castle
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Better yet the tent when I¡¯m comin to your town
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Black man, the rental, God, the pistol
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YAH! If you don¡¯t want a burn from GLOCK
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Then beware, I buck shots, we move up, the buck stops
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Here, no more dough will be made
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Unless it¡¯s being made by hoes
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What¡¯s that rhythm what¡¯s that sound
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Party people getting down
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When it hit the baddest man
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Just breathe in, till then
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And keep it movin, baby keep it movin
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I plan to keep it movin, you know we keep it movin uh
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And keep it movin, baby we be movin uh
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And keep it movin, you know we keep it movin uh
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And keep it movin, baby we be movin uh
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We keep movin, you know we keep it moo..RARHRAH
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Throw your hands in the sky
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And wave em from side to side
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And if you¡¯re ready to spark up the Meth-Tical
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Let me hear you say stim-uli
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Release Yo¡¯Delf
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