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Ain't got no competition\nListen, I slip the clippin', trippin' you get me lippin'\nCome miss and catch a whippin', now kids is actin' different\nDitchin' them double-dippin', chickens that keep forgettin'\nI ain't the one for trickin', or anybody-kickin'\nRippin' these compositions, scrippin' them paper-written\nHold 'em and hit 'n' stickin', ballin' like Scottie Pippen\nIt's hot in Hell's Kitchen, but still I'm frost bittin'\nShittin' like, no he didn't', wipin' my ass and splittin'\nChattin' like Joe gettin'\n\nAll in the zone settin' it off like Big Daddy\nIt ain't no half-steppin', I keep reppin'\nStaten you keep sweatin', frontin' and ass-bettin'\nDuckin' my Smith & Wesson, trashin' the Meth and catchin'\nHell, we leave you restin' in peace BBC\nOoh girl you nasty\n\nNow who the bitch nigga?\n(Now who the snitch nigga?)\nNow who the shit nigga?\n(Now who the sick nigga?)\nNow who you with nigga?\n(With who you with nigga?)\nWho rock shit nigga?\n(Who pop shit nigga?)\n\nCome on! (Come on!)\nCome on! (Come on!)\nCome on! (Come on!)\nCome on! (Come on!)\nCome on! (Come on!)\nCome on! (Come on!)\nCome on! (Come on!)\nCome on! 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(Come on!)\n[01:47.36]I figured it out, ya'll niggas ain't as big as your mouth\n[01:49.95]My street value, well, it won't even fit in your couch\n[01:52.56]When I bust titties come out\n[01:53.82]No matter what city hardcore committee's dumb to fuck out\n[01:56.45]Son should duck out\n[01:57.53]Nothin' to lose, poppin' a two up in your goose\n[01:59.82]Buckle your shoes, scuff on my boots, fuckin' with you\n[02:02.44]Blow my Anaconda like Nirvana\n[02:04.10]Marijuana got bitches on they knees in they Gabbanas\n[02:06.60]Gettin' 'em dirty, dirty with the hersey and the bombin'\n[02:09.11]Holla the drama, fire two in your armor\n[02:11.23]Your pigeon better call ma, the ice is a honour\n[02:13.63]Twin help me lift an arm up, lebaba with ya momma\n[02:16.20]Even dirty her donna, my dick is heronomic\n[02:18.58]Pull out a young Geroni-mo, BBC\n[02:21.27]Ooh, girl you nasty\n[02:22.35]Itchin' to start the mission, flippin' so keep yo' distance\n[02:24.80]Ain't got no pot to piss in? 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(Come on!)\n[03:12.24]Come on! (Come on!)\n[03:13.65]Come on! (Come on!)\n[03:14.51]Come on! (Come on!)\n[03:16.02]Come on! (Come on!)\n[03:17.13]Come on! (Come on!)\n[03:18.46]Come on! (Come on!)\n[03:19.62]Come on! (Come on!)\n[03:25.46]","lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n title: Y.O.U.\n artist: Method Man & Redman\n album: Y.O.U. 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(Come on!)\n Come on! (Come on!)\n Come on! (Come on!)\n Come on! (Come on!)\n Come on! (Come on!)\n Come on! (Come on!)\n Come on! (Come on!)\n Come on! (Come on!)\n\n I figured it out, ya'll niggas ain't as big as your mouth\n My street value, well, it won't even fit in your couch\n When I bust titties come out\n No matter what city hardcore committee's dumb to fuck out\n Son should duck out\n Nothin' to lose, poppin' a two up in your goose\n Buckle your shoes, scuff on my boots, fuckin' with you\n Blow my Anaconda like Nirvana\n Marijuana got bitches on they knees in they Gabbanas\n\n Gettin' 'em dirty, dirty with the hersey and the bombin'\n Holla the drama, fire two in your armor\n Your pigeon better call ma, the ice is a honour\n Twin help me lift an arm up, lebaba with ya momma\n Even dirty her donna, my dick is heronomic\n Pull out a young Geroni-mo, BBC\n Ooh, girl you nasty\n\n Itchin' to start the mission, flippin' so keep yo' distance\n Ain't got no pot to piss in? 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(Come on!)\n Come on! (Come on!)\n Come on! (Come on!)\n Come on! (Come on!)\n Come on! (Come on!)\n Come on! (Come on!)\n Come on! (Come on!)\n Come on! (Come on!)\n\n I figured it out, ya'll niggas ain't as big as your mouth\n My street value, well, it won't even fit in your couch\n When I bust titties come out\n No matter what city hardcore committee's dumb to fuck out\n Son should duck out\n Nothin' to lose, poppin' a two up in your goose\n Buckle your shoes, scuff on my boots, fuckin' with you\n Blow my Anaconda like Nirvana\n Marijuana got bitches on they knees in they Gabbanas\n\n Gettin' 'em dirty, dirty with the hersey and the bombin'\n Holla the drama, fire two in your armor\n Your pigeon better call ma, the ice is a honour\n Twin help me lift an arm up, lebaba with ya momma\n Even dirty her donna, my dick is heronomic\n Pull out a young Geroni-mo, BBC\n Ooh, girl you nasty\n\n Itchin' to start the mission, flippin' so keep yo' distance\n Ain't got no pot to piss in? 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Ain't got no competition\nListen, I slip the clippin', trippin' you get me lippin'\nCome miss and catch a whippin', now kids is actin' different\nDitchin' them double-dippin', chickens that keep forgettin'\nI ain't the one for trickin', or anybody-kickin'\nRippin' these compositions, scrippin' them paper-written\nHold 'em and hit 'n' stickin', ballin' like Scottie Pippen\nIt's hot in Hell's Kitchen, but still I'm frost bittin'\nShittin' like, no he didn't', wipin' my ass and splittin'\nChattin' like Joe gettin'\n\nAll in the zone settin' it off like Big Daddy\nIt ain't no half-steppin', I keep reppin'\nStaten you keep sweatin', frontin' and ass-bettin'\nDuckin' my Smith & Wesson, trashin' the Meth and catchin'\nHell, we leave you restin' in peace BBC\nOoh girl you nasty\n\nNow who the bitch nigga?\n(Now who the snitch nigga?)\nNow who the shit nigga?\n(Now who the sick nigga?)\nNow who you with nigga?\n(With who you with nigga?)\nWho rock shit nigga?\n(Who pop shit nigga?)\n\nCome on! 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(Come on!)\n Come on! (Come on!)\n Come on! (Come on!)\n Come on! (Come on!)\n Come on! (Come on!)\n Come on! (Come on!)\n Come on! (Come on!)\n Come on! (Come on!)\n\n I figured it out, ya'll niggas ain't as big as your mouth\n My street value, well, it won't even fit in your couch\n When I bust titties come out\n No matter what city hardcore committee's dumb to fuck out\n Son should duck out\n Nothin' to lose, poppin' a two up in your goose\n Buckle your shoes, scuff on my boots, fuckin' with you\n Blow my Anaconda like Nirvana\n Marijuana got bitches on they knees in they Gabbanas\n\n Gettin' 'em dirty, dirty with the hersey and the bombin'\n Holla the drama, fire two in your armor\n Your pigeon better call ma, the ice is a honour\n Twin help me lift an arm up, lebaba with ya momma\n Even dirty her donna, my dick is heronomic\n Pull out a young Geroni-mo, BBC\n Ooh, girl you nasty\n\n Itchin' to start the mission, flippin' so keep yo' distance\n Ain't got no pot to piss in? 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Ain't got no competition\n[02:27.03] Listen, I slip the clippin', trippin' you get me lippin'\n[02:29.64] Come miss and catch a whippin', now kids is actin' different\n[02:32.06] Ditchin' them double-dippin', chickens that keep forgettin'\n[02:34.39] I ain't the one for trickin', or anybody-kickin'\n[02:36.78] Rippin' these compositions, scrippin' them paper-written\n[02:39.00] Hold 'em and hit 'n' stickin', ballin' like Scottie Pippen\n[02:41.79] It's hot in Hell's Kitchen, but still I'm frost bittin'\n[02:44.16] Shittin' like, no he didn't', wipin' my ass and splittin'\n[02:46.64] Chattin' like Joe gettin'\n[02:48.09] All in the zone settin' it off like Big Daddy\n[02:50.29] It ain't no half-steppin', I keep reppin'\n[02:52.73] Staten you keep sweatin', frontin' and ass-bettin'\n[02:55.20] Duckin' my Smith & Wesson, trashin' the Meth and catchin'\n[02:57.76] Hell, we leave you restin' in peace BBC\n[03:00.29] Ooh girl you nasty\n[03:01.47] Now who the bitch nigga?\n[03:02.79] (Now who the snitch nigga?)\n[03:03.84] Now who the shit nigga?\n[03:05.10] (Now who the sick nigga?)\n[03:06.21] Now who you with nigga?\n[03:07.49] (With who you with nigga?)\n[03:08.61] Who rock shit nigga?\n[03:10.02] (Who pop shit nigga?)\n[03:11.11] Come on! 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(Come on!)\n start_ms: 199620\n end_ms: 205460\n- text: ''\n start_ms: 205460\nplain: |-\n Traces of lipstick on my collar\n Baby you got to do some more to get this last dollar\n Hotter than lava when you come believe that I'ma follow\n Lady Madonna like to drink but she don't like to swallow\n Rockin' that product, honey stay up in the beauty parlor\n Girl, it would be my honour, make you my baby momma\n\n Holler she hella proper, fuck with tha dumbin' cousin\n Sucker for lovin'-buggin', shockin' them duckin' buckin'\n Suckin' then finger-fuckin', then let me show you somethin'\n I'll knock that stuffin' off that English muffin\n Can't tell me nothin', uh-uh\n Pushin' yo' panic button in when I'm stuckin'\n All of a sudden, baby gun-duckin', BBC!\n Ooh, girl, you nasty\n\n Yo' I get it on poppin'\n Doc, unlockin' yo' doors, clockin' my drawers\n Sockin' your mouth with a torn stockin'\n Wrapped around ya noggin', I'm creepin' when you parkin'\n Shoot out the lights, darken, the area, then hop in\n Pick up my bigger nigga who helped me figure out the plottin'\n Droppin' the tops, splittin' the dough\n Shoppin' in rotten, New York, first flockin'\n Because I'm heavy like Bo stockin' coat\n\n Watch ya coat from Fo sparkin', dearly departed niggas\n Unforgetable can be forgotten\n Doc and Meth album enterin' the top ten\n Choppin' it raw, lockin' and blockin'\n Only raw choppin', it's metaphores, so cops can stop watchin'\n I put 'em in and cock 'em, ready to rock 'em stock 'em\n Renevate your appartment, when these two things barkin'\n My Mackamichi knockin'\n Bougie hoes be spottin' on they tampons\n I get 'em drippin' like leaky faucets\n\n Now who a bitch nigga?\n (Now who a snitch nigga?)\n Now who the shit nigga?\n (Now who the sick nigga?)\n Now who you with nigga?\n (With who you with nigga?)\n Who rock shit nigga?\n (Who pop shit nigga?)\n\n Come on! (Come on!)\n Come on! (Come on!)\n Come on! (Come on!)\n Come on! (Come on!)\n Come on! (Come on!)\n Come on! (Come on!)\n Come on! (Come on!)\n Come on! (Come on!)\n\n I figured it out, ya'll niggas ain't as big as your mouth\n My street value, well, it won't even fit in your couch\n When I bust titties come out\n No matter what city hardcore committee's dumb to fuck out\n Son should duck out\n Nothin' to lose, poppin' a two up in your goose\n Buckle your shoes, scuff on my boots, fuckin' with you\n Blow my Anaconda like Nirvana\n Marijuana got bitches on they knees in they Gabbanas\n\n Gettin' 'em dirty, dirty with the hersey and the bombin'\n Holla the drama, fire two in your armor\n Your pigeon better call ma, the ice is a honour\n Twin help me lift an arm up, lebaba with ya momma\n Even dirty her donna, my dick is heronomic\n Pull out a young Geroni-mo, BBC\n Ooh, girl you nasty\n\n Itchin' to start the mission, flippin' so keep yo' distance\n Ain't got no pot to piss in? Ain't got no competition\n Listen, I slip the clippin', trippin' you get me lippin'\n Come miss and catch a whippin', now kids is actin' different\n Ditchin' them double-dippin', chickens that keep forgettin'\n I ain't the one for trickin', or anybody-kickin'\n Rippin' these compositions, scrippin' them paper-written\n Hold 'em and hit 'n' stickin', ballin' like Scottie Pippen\n It's hot in Hell's Kitchen, but still I'm frost bittin'\n Shittin' like, no he didn't', wipin' my ass and splittin'\n Chattin' like Joe gettin'\n\n All in the zone settin' it off like Big Daddy\n It ain't no half-steppin', I keep reppin'\n Staten you keep sweatin', frontin' and ass-bettin'\n Duckin' my Smith & Wesson, trashin' the Meth and catchin'\n Hell, we leave you restin' in peace BBC\n Ooh girl you nasty\n\n Now who the bitch nigga?\n (Now who the snitch nigga?)\n Now who the shit nigga?\n (Now who the sick nigga?)\n Now who you with nigga?\n (With who you with nigga?)\n Who rock shit nigga?\n (Who pop shit nigga?)\n\n Come on! 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