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[Intro]: Meth
*All my people...!*
[Redman]
It`s Funk Doc
Where da weed at, bitch?!
I speed back wist, down to one-way from cops
See thas` shit?! Believe thas` shit!
Slaughter straight to camcorder, I`m too hot for t.v.
Backdraw water, my windpipes attached to Project-ballers
You yell: `Turn the heat down!`
My voice, diggi-di-round-sound, some herb round town
And chances of ya`ll leavin`, 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`ll need to back 4 achers
Doc ya`ll and that`s my man Jap-A-Jaw
The shitlist ready, who next to scratch off?
I`m from the underground, my soundlib
Platform shoes to bitches, 400 pounds!
[Chorus]: Meth & Red
GET UP, STAND UP, BACK UP, PUSH `EM
JUMP UP, ACT UP TO MAKE YOU FEEL IT!
Brrrrr...STICK `EM, HA-HAHA STICK `EM
Brrrrr...STICK `EM, HA-HAHA STICK `EM
Yo` BLACKOUT, SHOOT OUT, SMOKED OUT
MOVE OUT, EVEN KNOCK THE TOOTH OUT, TO MAKE YA`LL FEEL IT!
Brrrrr...STICK `EM, HA-HAHA STICK `EM
Brrrrr...STICK `EM, HA-HAHA STICK `EM
[Meth]
Now I`m the streettalkin`, dogwalkin`
A pursuit with extreme caution, OH NOW YOU FORCIN`?
My hand that rock yo` cradle often
I`m hot-scorchin`, but stome cold like Steve Austin
If you smell what Tical cookin`, ain`t try to see, send you bookin`
So til ya gon` stop lookin`, now what you did last summer?
So I started hookin`, you past shookin`
Over open can I ass-whoopin`?
Ain`t no Tamara`s in the Method`s Little Shop Of Horrors
Go ask your father who the father from the Hilbill harbour
You know tha saga, marihuana plushin` gold sluggaz
With deadly medley, ya`ll ain`t ready for Shakwon and Reggie
Don`t even bother, the radio for back-up
Alright then, ya man got slapped up extorted for his icin`
Streetlife is triflin` *Body over here...!*
Come meet me like Tyson and bite a nigga` ear
Precisin`, slicin` juggerless the cut-crew
Ruggeder, Predator, Viking, Exatorer
People`s champ, niggaz be takin` off competetors
Reachin` for the microphone, relax and light a bone
Straight from the Caticone
The Children Of The Corn, that don`t got a clue
Prepare for desert storm!
[Chorus]
I scored 1.1 on my SAT
And still pushin` whip with a right and left AC
Gorilla, Big Dog, if my name get caught
I`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`ll ain`t fit
On my crew-tombstone put `We All Ain`t Shit`
[Meth]
Yo`, 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`s Eve
With the mic in my hand I mutilate m.c.`s
The most slapped on ? and wink
My shit stink with every element from A to Z
So what you think? I`ma blackout on just one drink?
You must be crazy! A little off the wall maybe
Go get a shrink...
[Chorus] Send " Blackout" Ringtone to your Cell
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