Method Man – Dat's Dat S--- lyrics

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 [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 [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