Method Man
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Uh, get ya stank on
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Radio voice
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WWKYA, WE'RE KICKIN YOUR ASS!
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Mally G/Jamal
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My receitals is worth ten titles
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I shit on wrote Bibles, if you don't like me I don't like you
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I liable to load the rifle, hit the roof and snipe you
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The shit I spit damaging your vitals
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Nobody ride through like my squad do
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Got all y'all players suicidal
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Actin niggas, take two
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You heard the news, I'ma break it to ya
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We're here to headline the bill and
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Featuring Funk Doc, Tical and the villain
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A mic murder for hire, ten grand a killin
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Yo Funk Doc, pass the glock, this bitch nigga grillin
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I make moves wit my big dog ?bounce?
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Staten Island to the Bricks for mo' chips and mo' pounds
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Y'all know who really lockin this shit down
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When we rock it, don't we all stand out?
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Y'all hazardarious, clear out
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Get ya ass out 'fore I tear it out
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And show you what I'm talkin 'bout
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Chorus: Redman, Method Man (Young Zee)
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Yo get ya up and get ya high, ha!
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Get ya stoned and get ya wide
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Dat's dat shit (like or not, niggas sleepin wit the fifth)
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Dat's dat shit (like or not, bitches fightin over dick)
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Aiyyo we get ya up and get ya high (yeah)
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Get ya stoned and get ya wide
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Dat's dat shit (like or not, niggas sleepin wit the fifth)
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Dat's dat shit (like or not, bitches fightin over dick)
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Redman
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I'm high-powered, the dog rott weiler
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Chocolate thai showers got Doc cookin minute rice for five hours
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You wet cowards, I'm live wire
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Ya bitch ass probably wash ya hands wit Palmolive
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Yo Bricks holler, I got the plan printed
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Load it and it goes like summer jam tickets
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Fam can't dig it, pop goes the wea-sel
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You be hidin under your peacoat wit people
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I told cops, roll blocks, no props
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Fo' pops, Hennesy back and we both shot
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That's how we go out, are you the thug type?
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To ride down like Hopper from a Bug Life?
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Watch the movie, haters tried to eye screw D
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Your beef in small claims court, Judge Judy
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When you and I meet up, the fight heat up
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Bloody up ya wife beater then light weed up
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Chorus
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Method Man
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I melt wax, Cuban Link chain react
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Breezin through these tracks wit the highest of velocity
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Play me like Monopoly
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Pay me everytime you trespass on my property
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I'm Dick Dastardly, no use in cop blockin me
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Sloppily, your woman on the stop-watch clockin me
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Possibly I rock well, somebody always watchin me
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Livin in the street life, my eyes seen atrocity
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Undress a kid properly
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When I keeps it movin that means there ain't no stoppin me
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Constant motivation, the god fiend bury kings
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Proper education, Allah sees everything
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How High, just another form of elevation
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That's why I choose to build from the basement
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Twelve-thirty-one-ninety-nine, times are wastin
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More these Hot Dog MC's next to Nathan
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Allah Math, break the phonograph in half
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Promoters on some bullshit, short wit Johhny cash
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(Dat's dat shit) They got snitches rattin on the click
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(Dat's dat shit) They got bitches fightin over dick
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WHERE THE LOVE AT, when you're young, broke and black
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It's over there, in the ashtray, who got a match?
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Chorus
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Young Zee
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Yeah yeah yeah, Young Zee got bitches fightin over dick
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Redman
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Get ya up and get ya high
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Funk Doc got bitches fightin over dick
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Method Man
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Yeah yeah yeah yeah, Meth-Tical got bitches fightin over dick
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Redman (Young Zee)
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Get ya up and get ya high (All y'all stupid bitches keep fightin over dick)
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Get ya stoned and get ya wide
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Get ya up and get ya high (HIIIIIGH!)
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Get ya stoned and get ya wide wide (Yeah yeah)
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Get ya stoned and get ya high (Fightin over dick)
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Get ya stoned and get ya high ha
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Get ya up and get ya high ha (Fightin over dick)
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Get ya stoned and get ya high ha
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Dat's Dat S---
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Method Man |