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Album: Blackout
Featuring: Redman, Mally G & Young Zee

[Method Man]:
Uh, get ya stank on

[Radio Announcer]:
WWKYA, we're kickin' your ass

[Mally G]:
My recitals is worth ten titles
I shot on wrote Bibles, if you don't like me I don't like you
I liable to load the rifle, hit the roof and snipe you
The shit I spit damaging your vitals
Nobody ride through like my squad do
Got all ya'll players suicidal
Actin' niggas, take two
You heard the news, I'm a break it to ya
We're here to headline the bill and
Featuring Funk Doc, Tical and the villian
A mic murder for hire, ten grand a killin'
Yo Funk Doc, pass the glock, this bitch nigga grillin'
I make moves with my big dawg bounce
Staten Island to the Bricks for mo' chips and mo' pounds
Ya'll know who really lockin' this shit down
When we rock it, don'twe all stand out?
Ya'll hazardarious, clear out
Get ya ass out 'fore I tear it out
And show you what I'm talkin' 'bout

[Chorus - Method Man & Redman (Young Zee)]:
Yo, get ya up and get ya high, ha
Get ya stoned and get ya wide
Dat's dat shit (like or not, niggas sleepin' with the fifth)
Dat's dat shit (like or not, bitches fightin' over dick)
Ay yo, we get ya up and get ya high (yeah)
Get ya stoned and get ya wide
Dat's dat shit (like or not, niggas sleepin' with the fifth)
Dat's dat shit (like or not, bitches fightin' over dick)

[Redman]:
I'm high-powered, the dog Rottweiler
Chocolate Thai showers got Doc cookin' minute rice for five hours
You wet cowards, I'm live wire
Ya bitch ass probably wash ya hands with Palmolive
Yo Bricks holla, I go the plan printed
Load it and it goes like Summer Jam tickets
Fam can't dig it, pop goes the weasel
You be hidin' under your peacoat with people
I told cops, roll blocks, no props
Fo' pops, Hennessey back and we both shot
That's how we go out, are you the thug type?
To ride don like Hopper from a Bug's Life?
Watch the movie, haters tried to eye screw D
Your beef in small claims court, Judge Judy
When you and I meet up, the fight heat up
Bloody up ya wife beater then light weed up

[Chorus]

[Method Man]:
I melt wax, Cuban Link chain react
Breezin' through these tracks with the highest of velocity
Play me like Monopoly
Pay me everytime you trespass on my property
I'm Dick Dastardly, no use in cop blockin' me
Sloppily, your woman on the stop-watch clockin' me
Possibly I rock well, somebody always watchin' me
Livin' in the street life, my eyes seen atrocity
Undress I keeps it movin' that means there ain't no stoppin' me
Constant motivation, the God fiend bury kings
Proper education, Allah sees everything
How High, just another form of elevation
That's why I choose to build from the basement
Twelve-thirty-one ninety-nine, times are wastin'
More these hot dog MC's next to Nathan
Allah math, break the phonograph in half
Promoters on some bullshit, short with Johnny Cash
(Dat's dat shit) They got snitches rattin' on the click
(Dat's dat shit) They got bitches fightin' over dick
Where the love at, when you're young, broke and black?
It's over there, in the ashtray, who got a match?

[Chorus]

[Young Zee]:
Yeah, yeah, yeah,
Young Zee got bitches fightin' over dick

[Redman]:
Get ya up and get ya high
Funk Doc got bitches fightin' over dick

[Method Man]:
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Meth-Tical got bitches fightin' over dick

[Redman (Young Zee)]:
Get ya up and get ya high (all ya'll stupid bitches keep fightin' over dick)
Get ya stoned and get ya high
Get ya up and get ya wide
Get ya up and get ya high (high)
Get ya stoned and get ya wide wide (yeah yeah)
Get ya stoned and get ya high (fightin' ove dick)
Get ya stoned and get ya high ha
Get ya up and get uya high ha (fightin' over dick)
Get ya stoned and get ya high ha

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