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Mr. and Doc
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DJ scratch on the
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Break your motha fuckin'
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Ah yo, yo

My is 8 ball, batter up play ball
Fuck ya'll analog, niggas, we be
Subliminal comin', from the star general
Attack you the blind side
Invisible to the naked eye, where criminals
Better have your eight essential vitamins and
The wu is comin' through you know the
Critical condition in your for injurin'
The and gentleman who stack by the Benjamin

Off a beat this, I keep a night stick
In case any stick up care, where heat might
I chicken fry bitch in a white trench
Bustin' off two macks, I'm I'm hit
Yo, I'm just playin', I clear the out
Like a spray can sprayin'
I throw lightin' out the raiden
Go guard your
Next year I do more than Y2K

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I'ma say you
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debutant down to stripper
I'm too nonchalant, a drink with four kinds of liquors
Catch me at the bar, 'Fu Bar', ladies who we are
And of fuckin' a star, who da scrub
Shotgun in man car
up, forever gettin' thrown out the club
It be us Paul, shot out and
I bud, sniff a bee's ass to get a buzz
I'm you think you don't know

Yo man, I a 5 in the power
Poppa wheely with the front end hittin speed
40 per hour
I'm out at Howard, next to
Takin' out the fountains at shoppin' malls
Rats can only afford
The blood in my jeans is tough Buddy Lee
auto off ya, blood coughin'
Meth pull a last spark plug with a pump

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Ah yo
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We say
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Ah yo
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And if you say me
say fuck you
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Call me Will, I state
When four doc run the
New jacks studderin', the man from the upper hand
Punch, bomb I hit many
From bricks to South Park, you dyin' Kenny
you bailin', I'm trailin'
Rockin' hard hat helmets, the satellite surveillance
When I by you better not be kickin'
Or I put two more in that Terriyaki

just been fitted for them seaman shoes
This is bottom of the raps
Stab you in the
fu
Fifty-two cops can't withstand the fifty-two
Unless they bust like fifty-two
I'm the has been have not
Battle at Maxwell's house

Know when I'm to the last drop
What's my name, Meth, his Doc
Just like
See me in the gran' transportation
Drivin' with a turban who push a black
Come on, we rollin' windows down through the urban
Network law lay it down a Persian
M to the E to the F, spell

Get out your car
ain't yours
Robbed you with a gun that with paint balls
And brauds got the to act funny
You a champagne ho, with aide money
bitch, Doc up in that town quick
You down a point on NFL blitz
I'm lyin', buddah break fool and two
And put your hole in the to escape through

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Ah yo
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We say
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Ah yo
Wa wa wa wa, 1, 2, 1, 2
And if you say me
say fuck you
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Yeah, yo
DJ
Not ready for prime time
Mr. Meth, Doc
Def Jam 2000 mutha
Calm me down,
Nod your to this

on
Ah yo, this is WKYA
We are your motha fuckin ass
Yo
right it's goin' down
Redman, method man, the funk out
Now