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Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Method Man
Method Man
Performer
Redman
Redman
Performer
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Erick Sermon
Erick Sermon
Composer
Clifford Smith
Clifford Smith
Composer
Reggie Noble
Reggie Noble
Composer
Ronald Miller
Ronald Miller
Composer
Mark Morales
Mark Morales
Composer
Kurt Walker
Kurt Walker
Composer
William Waring
William Waring
Composer
D. Wimbley
D. Wimbley
Composer
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Erick Sermon
Erick Sermon
Producer
Tommy Uzzo
Tommy Uzzo
Mixing Engineer

Lyrics

[Verse 1]
Yo, yo, yo, yo it's funk Doc
Where the weed at, bitch?
[Verse 2]
I speed backwards down a one way
From cops, see that shit?
Believe that shit slaughter
Straight to camcorder
I'm too hot for TV
Rap draw water
My windpipe's attached to project ballers
You yell turn the heat down
My voice, DVD 'round sound
So I'm heard 'round town
And chances of ya'll leaving?
'Round now
[Verse 3]
Wait later, we'll make front page paper
Date raper with juvenile eighth graders
Hit the high school and 187 César
When I bust, ya'll need to back fo' acres
Doc ya'll, and that's my man Jabberjaw
The shitlist ready, who next to scratch off?
I'm from the underground
My sound lift
Platform shoes to bitches
Fo' hundred pounds
[Verse 4]
Get up, stand up, back up, push up
Jump up, act up, to make ya'll feel it
Brrrr stick 'em, ha ha ha stick 'em
Brrrr stick 'em, ha ha ha stick 'em
Yo, blackout, shoot out
Smoked out, move out
Even knock your tooth out
To make ya'll feel it
Brrrr stick 'em, ha ha ha stick 'em
Brrrr stick 'em, ha ha ha stick 'em
[Verse 5]
And I'm the street-talkin', dog walkin'
Approach me with extreme caution
Oh now you forcin' my hand
To rock your cradle often
I'm hot, scorchin'
But stone cold like Steve Austin
If you smell what Tical cookin'
Ain't tryna see Central Booking
So tell your goon stop looking
Know what you did last summer
So I started hooking
You past shookin'
Off a open can of ass-whooping
[Verse 6]
Ain't no tomorrows
In the Method's little shop of horrors
Go ask your father who the father
From the hill to harbor
You know the saga, marijuana
Blunts and Goldschläger
With deadly medley ya'll ain't ready
For Shakwon and Reggie
Don't even bother
[Verse 7]
They radio for back up, alright then
Your man got slapped up
Extorted for his ice and
Street life is triflin', body over here
Don't make me pull a Tyson
And bite a **** ear
Precise and, slicin' jugulars
The cutthroat
Ruggeder, predator, viking, et cetera
People's champ
**** be taking on competitors
Reachin' for the microphone
Relax and light a bone
Straight from the catacomb
The children of the corn
That don't got a clue
Prepare for desert storm
[Verse 8]
Get up, stand up, back up, push up
Jump up, act up, to make ya'll feel it
Brrrr stick 'em, ha ha ha stick 'em
Brrrr stick 'em, ha ha ha stick 'em
Yo, blackout, shoot out
Smoked out, move out
Even knock your tooth out
To make ya'll feel it
Brrrr stick 'em, ha ha ha stick 'em
Brrrr stick 'em, ha ha ha stick 'em
[Verse 9]
I scored 1.1 on my SAT
And still push a whip with a right and left AC
Gorilla, big dog, if my name get called
I'm behind the brick wall with arsenic jaws
Spit poison
Got a gun permit, draw
Gun down at sundown, you keep score
This trainin' course and ya'll ain't fit
On my crew tombstone put
We all ain't shit
[Verse 10]
Yo all you gonna be, wanna be
When will you learn?
Wanna be Doc and Meth gotta wait your turn
I spit a .41 revolver on New Year's Eve
With the mic in my hand
I mutilate MC's
The most slept on since Rip Van Wink'
My shit stinks with every element
From a to zinc
[Verse 11]
So whatchu think?
I'ma blackout on just one drink
You must be crazy
A little off the wall maybe
Go get a shrink
[Verse 12]
Get up, stand up, back up, push up
Jump up, act up, to make ya'll feel it
Brrrr stick 'em, ha ha ha stick 'em
Brrrr stick 'em, ha ha ha stick 'em
Yo, blackout, shoot out
Smoked out, move out
Even knock your tooth out
To make ya'll feel it
Brrrr stick 'em, ha ha ha stick 'em
Brrrr stick 'em, ha ha ha stick 'em
Written by: Clifford Smith, D. Robinson, D. Wimbley, Erick Sermon, Kurt Walker, Mark Morales, Reggie Noble, Ronald Miller, William Waring
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