| WWKYA, WE’RE KICKIN YOUR ASS!
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| My receitals is worth ten titles
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| I shit on wrote Bibles, if you don’t like me I don’t like you
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| I liable to load the rifle, hit the roof and snipe you
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| The shit I spit damaging your vitals
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| Nobody ride through like my squad do
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| Got all y’all players suicidal
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| Actin niggas, take two
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| You heard the news, I’ma break it to ya
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| We’re here to headline the bill and
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| Featuring Funk Doc, Tical and the villain
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| A mic murder for hire, ten grand a killin
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| Yo Funk Doc, pass the Glock, this bitch nigga grillin
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| I make moves wit my big dog? |
| bounce?
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| Staten Island to the Bricks for mo' chips and mo' pounds
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| Y’all know who really lockin this shit down
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| When we rock it, don’t we all stand out?
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| Y’all hazardarious, clear out
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| Get ya ass out 'fore I tear it out
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| And show you what I’m talkin 'bout
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| Yo get ya up and get ya high, ha!
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| Get ya stoned and get ya wide
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| Dat’s dat shit (like or not, niggas sleepin wit the fifth)
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| Dat’s dat shit (like or not, bitches fightin over dick)
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| Aiyyo we get ya up and get ya high (yeah)
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| Get ya stoned and get ya wide
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| Dat’s dat shit (like or not, niggas sleepin wit the fifth)
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| Dat’s dat shit (like or not, bitches fightin over dick)
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| I’m high-powered, the dog rott weiler
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| Chocolate thai showers got Doc cookin minute rice for five hours
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| You wet cowards, I’m live wire
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| Ya bitch ass probably wash ya hands wit Palmolive
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| Yo Bricks holler, I got the plan printed
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| Load it and it goes like summer jam tickets
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| Fam can’t dig it, pop goes the wea-sel
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| You be hidin under your peacoat wit people
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| I told cops, roll blocks, no props
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| Fo' pops, Hennesy back and we both shot
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| That’s how we go out, are you the thug type?
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| To ride down like Hopper from a Bug Life?
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| Watch the movie, haters tried to eye screw D
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| Your beef in small claims court, Judge Judy
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| When you and I meet up, the fight heat up
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| Bloody up ya wife beater then light weed up
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| I melt wax, Cuban Link chain react
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| Breezin through these tracks wit the highest of velocity
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| Play me like Monopoly
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| Pay me everytime you trespass on my property
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| I’m Dick Dastardly, no use in cop blockin me
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| Sloppily, your woman on the stop-watch clockin me
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| Possibly I rock well, somebody always watchin me
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| Livin in the street life, my eyes seen atrocity
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| Undress a kid properly
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| When I keeps it movin that means there ain’t no stoppin me
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| Constant motivation, the god fiend bury kings
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| Proper education, Allah sees everything
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| How High, just another form of elevation
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| That’s why I choose to build from the basement
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| Twelve-thirty-one-ninety-nine, times are wastin
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| More these Hot Dog MC’s next to Nathan
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| Allah Math, break the phonograph in half
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| Promoters on some bullshit, short wit Johhny cash
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| (Dat's dat shit) They got snitches rattin on the click
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| (Dat's dat shit) They got bitches fightin over dick
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| WHERE THE LOVE AT, when you’re young, broke and black
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| It’s over there, in the ashtray, who got a match?
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| Yeah yeah yeah, Young Zee got bitches fightin over dick
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| Get ya up and get ya high
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| Funk Doc got bitches fightin over dick
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| Yeah yeah yeah yeah, Meth-Tical got bitches fightin over dick
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| Get ya up and get ya high (All y’all stupid bitches keep fightin over dick)
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| Get ya stoned and get ya wide
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| Get ya up and get ya high (HIIIIIGH!)
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| Get ya stoned and get ya wide wide (Yeah yeah)
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| Get ya stoned and get ya high (Fightin over dick)
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| Get ya stoned and get ya high ha
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| Get ya up and get ya high ha (Fightin over dick)
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| Get ya stoned and get ya high ha |
Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Dat's Dat Shit, artist - Method Man. Album song Blackout!, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп