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Lyrics for Blackout With Method Man by Redman:
| | | Artist: | Redman |
| | Album: | Unknown | | Track: | Blackout With Method Man | | | | Date Added: | 18/10/2007 | | Views: | 75 | | | | Lyrics: | Meth]
All my people!
[Red]
Yo yo yo yo
Its full dock where the weed at
bitch?
I speed back wiz down a one way from cops see that shit?
Believe that
shit
Slaughter, straight to cam corder
Too hot for tv my rap trall water
My windpipes
attached to project bawlers
You yell turn the heat down
My voice dvd round sound
Some
heard round town
And chances are if your leaving, round now
Wait later, we’ll make
front page paper
Date rape her, with juvenille 8th graders
Hit the high school in 187
sezas
When I bus you need to back 4 acres
Doc y’all and that’s my name
jabber jaw
The shit list ready who next to scratch off
Im from the underground my sound
lift
Platform shoes to bitches 400 pounds
[Chorus]
Get up stand up back up push
up jump up
Act up to make y’all feel it!
Stick up, stick up, stick up, stick
up
Blackout, shootout, smoke-out, move out
Even knock the tooth out
To make
y’all feel it!
Stick up, stick up, stick up, stick up
[Meth]
number
street talking, dog walking
approach me with extreme caution
oh now you forcing?
My
hand’ll rock you cradle offen
Im hot scorching But stone cold like steve austin
If
you smell what the cow cookin try to
See situation so tell your goon stop lookin
know what
you did last summer
So I started hookin, u pass shookin off a open can of ass woopin
aint
no tommorrows in the methaz little shopahorus
go ask for father who the father from the
hill-da-harper
you know the sarbor maruwana plus and goats larger
with deadly medly
y’all aint ready for chapawn and reggie
don’t even bother
the radio for
back-up
alright then your man got slap up, extorted for his icing
street life is triffling
(Buddy over here!)
take it like tyson and bite a niggas ear
percising, slicing juggulars
the cuthroat ruckiger, predator
viking exetera
peoples chant nigga we taking all
competitors
reaching for the microphone, relax and light a bone
straight from the
catacomb, the children of the corn
(don’t got a clue)
we call the desert
storm
[Chorus]
Get up stand up back up push up jump up
Act up to make
y’all feel it!
Stick up, stick up, stick up, stick up
Blackout, shootout,
smoke-out, move out
Even knock the tooth out
To make y’all feel it!
Stick up,
stick up, stick up, stick up
[Red]
I scored one point one on my S A T and
still
Push a whip with a right and left A C
Gorilla, big dog if my name get called behind
a brick wall
With arsenic jaws
Spit poison, got a gun permitt draw
Gundown at sundown
you keep score
This training course and y’all aint fit on my crew tombstone
But we
all aint shit
[Meth]
all you gonna be, wanna be, when will ya learn?
wanna be doc and
meth, gotta wait your turn.
I spit a 41 revolver on new years eve with the mike in the
hand,
I mutilate MC’s
The most slept on since rick man way
My shit stink from
every element from A to Zee
So what u think?
Im a black out on just one drink? You must be
crazy
A little off the wall maybe – go get a shrink
[Chorus]
Get up
stand up back up push up jump up
Act up to make y’all feel it!
Stick up, stick up,
stick up, stick up
Blackout, shootout, smoke-out, move out
Even knock the tooth
out
To make y’all feel it!
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