[Intro: Redman]
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Yo, yo, yo, yo
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All my people!
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Yo, yo, yo, yo
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Yo, yo, yo, yo
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Yo, yo, yo, yo
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Yo, yo, yo, yo!
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[Verse 1: Redman]
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Its Funk Doc, where the weed at, bitch?
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I speed backwards down a one-way from cops, see that shit?
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Believe that shit, slaughter straight to camcorder
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Im “Too Hot for TV”, rap draw water
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My windpipes attached to project boilers
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You yell: “Turn the heat down!”
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My voice DVD round sound so Im heard round town
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The chances are yall leaving round now
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Wait later, well make front page paper
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Date raper with juvenile eighth graders
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Hit the high school and 187 Caesar
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When I bust yall need to back four acres
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Doc yall and thats my man, Jabberjaw
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The shitlist ready, who next to scratch off?
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Im from the underground, my sound lift
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Platform shoes to bitches, 400 pounds
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[Chorus: Method Man & Redman]
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Get up, stand up, back up, push up (Come on)
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Jump up, act up to make yall feel it
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Br-r-r-r-r stick em, ha-ha-ha stick em
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Br-r-r-r-r stick em, ha-ha-ha stick em
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Yo, blackout, shootout, smoked out, move out (Come on)
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Even knock your tooth out to make yall feel it
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Br-r-r-r-r stick em, ha-ha-ha stick em
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Br-r-r-r-r stick em, ha-ha-ha stick em
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[Verse 2: Method Man]
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And Im the street talking, dog walking
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Approach me with extreme caution
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Oh now you forcing my hand to rock your cradle often
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Im hot scorching but stone cold like Steve Austin
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If you smell what Tical cookin
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Aint tryna see central bookin, so tell ya goon stop lookin
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Know what you did last summer, so I started hookin
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You past shooken off an open can of ass-whoopin
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Aint no tomorrows in the Methods little shop of horrors
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Go ask your father who the father from the hill to harbor
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You know the saga, marijuana blunts and Goldschlager
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With deadly medley, yall aint ready for Shakwon and Reggie
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Dont even bother, to radio for back-up (Back-up), alright then
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Your man got slapped up, extorted for his ice an
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Street life is triflin, “Body over here!”
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Dont make me pull a Tyson and bite a nigga ear
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Precise and slicing jugulars, the cutthroat
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Ruggeder, predator, viking, etc
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Peoples Champ, niggas be taking on competitors
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Reaching for the microphone, relax and light a bone
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Straight from the catacomb, the “Children of the Corn”
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That dont got a clue, prepare for Desert Storm
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[Chorus: Method Man & Redman]
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Get up, stand up, back up, push up (Come on)
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Jump up, act up to make yall feel it
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Br-r-r-r-r stick em, ha-ha-ha stick em
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Br-r-r-r-r stick em, ha-ha-ha stick em
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Yo, blackout, shootout, smoked out, move out (Come on)
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Even knock your tooth out to make yall feel it
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Br-r-r-r-r stick em, ha-ha-ha stick em
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Br-r-r-r-r stick em, ha-ha-ha stick em
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[Verse 3: Redman & Method Man]
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I scored 1.1 on my SAT
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And still push a whip with a right and left AC
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Gorilla, Big Dog, if my name get called
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Im behind the brick wall with arsenic jaws
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Spit poison, got a gun permit draw
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Gun down at sundown, you keep score
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This training course and yall aint fit
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On my crew tombstone put, “We all aint shit!”
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Yo, all you gonnabe, wannabe, when will you learn?
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Wanna be Doc and Meth? Gotta wait your turn
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I spit a .41 revolver on New Years Eve
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With the mic in my hand, I mutilate MCs
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The most slept on since Rip Van Wink, my shit stink
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With every element from A to zinc so what you think
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Ima blackout on just one drink? You must be crazy
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A little off the wall maybe, go get a shrink
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[Chorus: Method Man & Redman]
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Get up, stand up, back up, push up (Come on)
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Jump up, act up to make yall feel it
~#**************#~
Br-r-r-r-r stick em, ha-ha-ha stick em
~#**************#~
Br-r-r-r-r stick em, ha-ha-ha stick em
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Yo, blackout, shootout, smoked out, move out (Come on)
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Even knock your tooth out to make yall feel it
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Br-r-r-r-r stick em, ha-ha-ha stick em
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Br-r-r-r-r stick em, ha-ha-ha stick em
