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[Intro]: Meth <br /><br />*All my people...!* <br /><br />[Redman] <br /><br />It's Funk Doc <br />Where da weed at, bitch?! <br />I speed back wist, down to one-way from cops <br />See that' shit?! Believe thas' shit! <br />Slaughter straight to camcorder, I'm too hot for t.v. <br />Rap draw water, my windpipes attached to Project-ballers <br />You yell: "Turn the heat down!" <br />My voice, diggi-di-round-sound, some herb round town <br />And chances of ya'll leavin', round now <br />Wait later, will make Funk page paper <br />They rape up the Juveline 8th Graders <br />Hit the High School at 187 Caesar <br />When I bust ya'll need to back 4 acres <br />Doc ya'll and that's my man Jap-A-Jaw <br />The shitlist ready, who next to scratch off? <br />I'm from the underground, my soundlib <br />Platform shoes to bitches, 400 pounds! <br /><br />[Chorus]: Meth & Red <br /><br />GET UP, STAND UP, BACK UP, PUSH 'EM <br />JUMP UP, ACT UP TO MAKE YOU FEEL IT! <br />Brrrrr...STICK 'EM, HA-HAHA STICK 'EM <br />Brrrrr...STICK 'EM, HA-HAHA STICK 'EM <br />Yo' BLACKOUT, SHOOT OUT, SMOKED OUT <br />MOVE OUT, EVEN KNOCK THE TOOTH OUT, TO MAKE YA'LL FEEL IT! <br />Brrrrr...STICK 'EM, HA-HAHA STICK 'EM <br />Brrrrr...STICK 'EM, HA-HAHA STICK 'EM <br /><br />[Meth] <br /><br />Now I'm the streettalkin', dogwalkin' <br />Approach me with extreme caution, OH NOW YOU FORCIN'? <br />My hand that rock yo' cradle often <br />I'm hot-scorchin', but stone cold like Steve Austin <br />If you smell what Tical cookin', ain't try to see,<br />central bookin' <br />So til ya gon' stop lookin', now what you did last summer? <br />So I started hookin', you past shookin' <br />Over open can I ass-whoopin'? <br />Ain't no Tommorrow's in the Method's Little Shop Of Horrors <br />Go ask your father who the father from da Hailde harbour <br />You know tha saga, marihuana plushin' gold sluggaz <br />With deadly medley, ya'll ain't ready for Shakwon and Reggie <br />Don't even bother, the radio for back-up <br />Alright then, ya man got slapped up extorted for his icin' <br />Streetlife is triflin' *Body over here...!* <br />dont make me pull a Tyson and bite a nigga' ear <br />Precisin', slicin' juggerless the cut-crew <br />Ruggeder, Predator, Viking, Exatorer <br />People's champ, niggaz be takin' off competetors <br />Reachin' for the microphone, relax and light a bone <br />Straight from the Caticone <br />The Children Of The Corn, that don't got a clue <br />Prepare for desert storm! <br /><br />[Chorus] <br /><br /><br /><br />I scored 1.1 on my SAT <br />And still pushin' whip with a right and left AC <br />Gorilla, Big Dog, if my name get caught <br />I'm behind the brickwall with Aus and Nick Jaws <br />Spit poison, got a gun permit draw <br />Gundown at Sundown you keep score! <br />This training-course and ya'll ain't fit <br />On my crew-tombstone put 'We All Ain't Shit' <br /><br />[Meth] <br /><br />Yo', all you gonna be, wanna be <br />When will you learn? Wanna be Doc and Meth? Gotta wait ya turn <br />I spit a .41 Revolver on New Year's Eve <br />With the mic in my hand I mutilate m.c.'s <br />The most slept on since redman wink <br />My shit stink with every element from A to Z <br />So what you think? I'ma blackout on just one drink? <br />You must be crazy! A little off the wall maybe <br />Go get a shrink... <br /><br />[Chorus]
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[Intro]: Meth <br /><br />*All my people...!* <br /><br />[Redman] <br /><br />It's Funk Doc <br />Where da weed at, bitch?! <br />I speed back wist, down to one-way from cops <br />See that' shit?! Believe thas' shit! <br />Slaughter straight to camcorder, I'm too hot for t.v. <br />Rap draw water, my windpipes attached to Project-ballers <br />You yell: "Turn the heat down!" <br />My voice, diggi-di-round-sound, some herb round town <br />And chances of ya'll leavin', round now <br />Wait later, will make Funk page paper <br />They rape up the Juveline 8th Graders <br />Hit the High School at 187 Caesar <br />When I bust ya'll need to back 4 acres <br />Doc ya'll and that's my man Jap-A-Jaw <br />The shitlist ready, who next to scratch off? <br />I'm from the underground, my soundlib <br />Platform shoes to bitches, 400 pounds! <br /><br />[Chorus]: Meth & Red <br /><br />GET UP, STAND UP, BACK UP, PUSH 'EM <br />JUMP UP, ACT UP TO MAKE YOU FEEL IT! <br />Brrrrr...STICK 'EM, HA-HAHA STICK 'EM <br />Brrrrr...STICK 'EM, HA-HAHA STICK 'EM <br />Yo' BLACKOUT, SHOOT OUT, SMOKED OUT <br />MOVE OUT, EVEN KNOCK THE TOOTH OUT, TO MAKE YA'LL FEEL IT! <br />Brrrrr...STICK 'EM, HA-HAHA STICK 'EM <br />Brrrrr...STICK 'EM, HA-HAHA STICK 'EM <br /><br />[Meth] <br /><br />Now I'm the streettalkin', dogwalkin' <br />Approach me with extreme caution, OH NOW YOU FORCIN'? <br />My hand that rock yo' cradle often <br />I'm hot-scorchin', but stone cold like Steve Austin <br />If you smell what Tical cookin', ain't try to see,<br />central bookin' <br />So til ya gon' stop lookin', now what you did last summer? <br />So I started hookin', you past shookin' <br />Over open can I ass-whoopin'? <br />Ain't no Tommorrow's in the Method's Little Shop Of Horrors <br />Go ask your father who the father from da Hailde harbour <br />You know tha saga, marihuana plushin' gold sluggaz <br />With deadly medley, ya'll ain't ready for Shakwon and Reggie <br />Don't even bother, the radio for back-up <br />Alright then, ya man got slapped up extorted for his icin' <br />Streetlife is triflin' *Body over here...!* <br />dont make me pull a Tyson and bite a nigga' ear <br />Precisin', slicin' juggerless the cut-crew <br />Ruggeder, Predator, Viking, Exatorer <br />People's champ, niggaz be takin' off competetors <br />Reachin' for the microphone, relax and light a bone <br />Straight from the Caticone <br />The Children Of The Corn, that don't got a clue <br />Prepare for desert storm! <br /><br />[Chorus] <br /><br /><br /><br />I scored 1.1 on my SAT <br />And still pushin' whip with a right and left AC <br />Gorilla, Big Dog, if my name get caught <br />I'm behind the brickwall with Aus and Nick Jaws <br />Spit poison, got a gun permit draw <br />Gundown at Sundown you keep score! <br />This training-course and ya'll ain't fit <br />On my crew-tombstone put 'We All Ain't Shit' <br /><br />[Meth] <br /><br />Yo', all you gonna be, wanna be <br />When will you learn? Wanna be Doc and Meth? Gotta wait ya turn <br />I spit a .41 Revolver on New Year's Eve <br />With the mic in my hand I mutilate m.c.'s <br />The most slept on since redman wink <br />My shit stink with every element from A to Z <br />So what you think? I'ma blackout on just one drink? <br />You must be crazy! A little off the wall maybe <br />Go get a shrink... <br /><br />[Chorus]
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