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[intro]: meth
all my
[redman]
It&#39;s funk doc
where da weed at, bitch?
i speed back wist, down to one-way from cops
see thas&#39; shit? believe thas&#39; shit
slaughter straight to camcorder, i&#39;m too hot for
backdraw water, my windpipes attached to project-ballers
you yell: &quot;turn the heat down&quot;
my voice, diggi-di-round-sound, some herb round town
and chances of ya&#39;ll leavin&#39;, round now
wait later, will make funk page paper
they rape up the juveline ave graders
hit the high school at 187 caesar
when i bust ya&#39;ll need to back 4 achers
doc ya&#39;ll and that&#39;s my man jap-a-jaw
the shitlist ready, who next to scratch off?
i&#39;m from the underground, my soundlib
platform shoes to bitches, 400 pounds
[chorus]: meth & red
Get up, stand up, back up, push &#39;em
jump up, act up to make you feel it
&#39;em, ha-haha stick &#39;em
&#39;em, ha-haha stick &#39;em
yo&#39; blackout, shoot out, smoked out
move out, even knock the tooth out, to make ya&#39;ll feel it
&#39;em, ha-haha stick &#39;em
&#39;em, ha-haha stick &#39;em
[meth]
Now i&#39;m the streettalkin&#39;, dogwalkin&#39;
a pursuit with extreme caution, oh now you forcin&#39;?
my hand that rock yo&#39; cradle often
i&#39;m hot-scorchin&#39;, but stome cold like steve austin
if you smell what tical cookin&#39;, ain&#39;t try to see, send you bookin&#39;
so til ya gon&#39; stop lookin&#39;, now what you did last summer?
so i started hookin&#39;, you past shookin&#39;
over open can i ass-whoopin&#39;?
ain&#39;t no tamara&#39;s in the method&#39;s little shop of horrors
go ask your father who the father from the hilbill harbour
you know tha saga, marihuana plushin&#39; gold sluggaz
with deadly medley, ya&#39;ll ain&#39;t ready for shakwon and reggie
don&#39;t even bother, the radio for back-up
alright then, ya man got slapped up extorted for his icin&#39;
streetlife is triflin&#39; body over
come meet me like tyson and bite a nigga&#39; ear
precisin&#39;, slicin&#39; juggerless the cut-crew
ruggeder, predator, viking, exatorer
people&#39;s champ, niggaz be takin&#39; off competetors
reachin&#39; for the microphone, relax and light a bone
straight from the caticone
the children of the corn, that don&#39;t got a clue
prepare for desert storm
[chorus]

I scored on my sat
and still pushin&#39; whip with a right and left ac
gorilla, big dog, if my name get caught
i&#39;m behind the brickwall with aus and nick jaws
spit poison, got a gun permit draw
gundown at sundown you keep score
this training-course and ya&#39;ll ain&#39;t fit
on my crew-tombstone put &#39;we all ain&#39;t shit&#39;
[meth]
Yo&#39;, all you gonna be, wanna be
when will you learn? wanna be doc and meth? gotta wait ya turn
i spit a .41 revolver on new year&#39;s eve
with the mic in my hand i mutilate #39;s
the most slapped on ? and wink
my shit stink with every element from a to z
so what you think? i&#39;ma blackout on just one drink?
you must be crazy a little off the wall maybe
go get a
[chorus]

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