Dat's Dat Shit Lyrics - Tical 2000 Judgementday - Method Man

(feat. Redman, Mally G (Jamal), Young Zee) 

[Method Man] 

Uh, get ya stank on 

[Radio voice] 

WWKYA, WE'RE KICKIN YOUR ASS! 

[Mally G/Jamal] 

My receitals is worth ten titles 

I shit on wrote Bibles, if you don't like me I don't like you 

I liable to load the rifle, hit the roof and snipe you 

The shit I spit damaging your vitals 

Nobody ride through like my squad do 

Got all y'all players suicidal 

Actin niggas, take two 

You heard the news, I'ma break it to ya 

We're here to headline the bill and 

Featuring Funk Doc, Tical and the villain 

A mic murder for hire, ten grand a killin 

Yo Funk Doc, pass the glock, this bitch nigga grillin 

I make moves wit my big dog? bounce? 

Staten Island to the Bricks for mo' chips and mo' pounds 

Y'all know who really lockin this shit down 

When we rock it, don't we all stand out? 

Y'all hazardarious, clear out 

Get ya ass out 'fore I tear it out 

And show you what I'm talkin 'bout 

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[Chorus: Redman, Method Man (Young Zee)] 

Yo get ya up and get ya high, ha! 

Get ya stoned and get ya wide 

Dat's dat shit (like or not, niggas sleepin wit the fifth) 

Dat's dat shit (like or not, bitches fightin over dick) 

Aiyyo we get ya up and get ya high (yeah) 

Get ya stoned and get ya wide 

Dat's dat shit (like or not, niggas sleepin wit the fifth) 

Dat's dat shit (like or not, bitches fightin over dick) 

[Redman] 

I'm high-powered, the dog rott weiler 

Chocolate thai showers got Doc cookin minute rice for five hours 

You wet cowards, I'm live wire 

Ya bitch ass probably wash ya hands wit Palmolive 

Yo Bricks holler, I got the plan printed 

Load it and it goes like summer jam tickets 

Fam can't dig it, pop goes the wea-sel 

You be hidin under your peacoat wit people 

I told cops, roll blocks, no props 

Fo' pops, Hennesy back and we both shot 

That's how we go out, are you the thug type? 

To ride down like Hopper from a Bug Life? 

Watch the movie, haters tried to eye screw D 

Your beef in small claims court, Judge Judy 

When you and I meet up, the fight heat up 

Bloody up ya wife beater then light weed up 

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[Chorus] 

[Method Man] 

I melt wax, Cuban Link chain react 

Breezin through these tracks wit the highest of velocity 

Play me like Monopoly 

Pay me everytime you trespass on my property 

I'm Dick Dastardly, no use in cop blockin me 

Sloppily, your woman on the stop-watch clockin me 

Possibly I rock well, somebody always watchin me 

Livin in the street life, my eyes seen atrocity 

Undress a kid properly 

When I keeps it movin that means there ain't no stoppin me 

Constant motivation, the god fiend bury kings 

Proper education, Allah sees everything 

How High, just another form of elevation 

That's why I choose to build from the basement 

Twelve-thirty-one-ninety-nine, times are wastin 

More these Hot Dog MC's next to Nathan 

Allah Math, break the phonograph in half 

Promoters on some bullshit, short wit Johhny cash 

(Dat's dat shit) They got snitches rattin on the click 

(Dat's dat shit) They got bitches fightin over dick 

WHERE THE LOVE AT, when you're young, broke and black 

It's over there, in the ashtray, who got a match? 

[Chorus] 

[Young Zee] 

Yeah yeah yeah, Young Zee got bitches fightin over dick 

[Redman] 

Get ya up and get ya high 

Funk Doc got bitches fightin over dick 

[Method Man] 

Yeah yeah yeah yeah, Meth-Tical got bitches fightin over dick 

[Redman (Young Zee)] 

Get ya up and get ya high (All y'all stupid bitches keep fightin over dick) 

Get ya stoned and get ya wide 

Get ya up and get ya high (HIIIIIGH!) 

Get ya stoned and get ya wide wide (Yeah yeah) 

Get ya stoned and get ya high (Fightin over dick) 

Get ya stoned and get ya high ha 

Get ya up and get ya high ha (Fightin over dick) 

Get ya stoned and get ya high ha