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Method Man & Redman - Blackout
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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 tv
Backdraw water, my windpipes attached to
Project-ballers
You yell: "Turn the heat down!"
My voice, DVD. round-sound, some herb round town
And chances of ya'll leavin, round now
Wait later, will make Funk page paper
Date Raper wit Juvenile 8th Graders
Hit the High School at 187 Caesar
When I bust ya'll need to back 4 acres
Doc ya'll and that's my man Jabberjaw
The shitlist ready, who next to scratch off?
I'm from the underground, my soundlib
Platform shoes to bitches, 400 pounds

Chours:
Get up, stand up, back up, push them
Jump up, act up to make you feel it!
Brrrr stick them, ha-ha-ha stick them
Brrrr stick them, ha-ha-ha stick them
Yo' blackout, shoot out, smoked out
Move out, even knock the tooth out,
To make ya'll fell it!
Brrrr stick them ha-ha-ha stick them
Brrr stick them ha-ha-ha stick them

Now I'm the streettalkin, dogwalkin
Approach me with extreme caution, oh no you forcin?!
My hand that rock yo cradle often
I'm hot-scorchin, but stone cold like Steve Austin
If you smell what Tical cookin, ain't try to see
central 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 tomorrows in the Method's Little Shop Of
Horrors
Go ask your father who the father from the Hill to
Harbor
You know tha saga, marijuana bustin Goldschlaager
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...!"
Col make me pull a Tyson and bite a nigga ear
Precisin, slicin jugulars the cut-crew
Ruggeder, Predator, Viking, etc.
People's champ, niggaz be takin all competetors
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!

Chours:
Get up, stand up, back up, push them
Jump up, act up to make you feel it!
Brrrr stick them, ha-ha-ha stick them
Yo' blackout, shoot out, smoked out
Move out, even knock the tooth out,
To make ya'll fell it!
Brrrr stick them ha-ha-ha stick them
Brrr stick them ha-ha-ha stick them

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 mc's
The most slept on since Rip Van Wink
My shit stink with every element from A to Zinc
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

Chours:
Get up, stand up, back up, push them
Jump up, act up to make you feel it!
Brrrr stick them, ha-ha-ha stick them
Yo' blackout, shoot out, smoked out
Move out, even knock the tooth out,
To make ya'll fell it!
Brrrr stick them ha-ha-ha stick them
Brrr stick them ha-ha-ha stick them

 

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