[Intro: Method Man]
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Yo, I'm bout to hit you with this ya'meen
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On top of the ya'meen, with a lil' bit of ya'meen mixed in
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Ya'meen? Yeah... yeah... yo
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[Method Man]
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How should I get it started, fuck it, just get it started
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These trash talking artists is nothing, niggaz is garbage
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When Meth strike his target, leave it dearly departed
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His flow is clearly the hardest, y'all gon' feel me regardless
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Might break a promise, but never, breaking the code
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Some get popped and call for they mamma, when the drama unfolds
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My block, hot as a sauna, never wind up and joke
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Crack deals on every corner, fiends wanna foam you with soap
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And, if life's a bitch, then I bet she bitter and cold
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Everytime she thinking I fold, seven figures get sold
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Meth, all in your chest, or inhale it all in your nose
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Cops don't know about this Method, but smell it all in his clothes
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Yup, I'm still intact, how real is that, I'm back
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With enough, fits a million, to figure vanilla wraps up
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New York, New York, rock tube socks and Timberlands
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Cuz hip hop ain't feeling them flip-flops, they feminine
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[Chorus: Method Man]
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I'm the one shot dealing, one shot killing it (ya'meen)
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Yeah, it's the top billing, the block feeling like (ya'meen)
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Yeah, fuck with me (ya'meen), yeah, fuck with me (ya'meen)
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If you not for squealing, and for spilling the (ya'meen)
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The streets is watching the apple rotten like (ya'meen)
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Plus the B.B. hot and the towers dropping like (ya'meen)
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Yeah, fuck with this (ya'meen), yeah, fuck with this (ya'meen)
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If you get it popping, or get to popping 'em (ya'meen)
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[Fat Joe]
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You know the haters diss you, let's deal with bigger issues
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You know New York is dying after all the shit we been through
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And we done lost B.I.G., we done lost Pun
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Homey, you can't live, gotta go and get them guns
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You know the hammers'll lose your cabbage, them dudes do damage
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Send Zulu Nation through Reaganomics, we move them package
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We pushing rain pain, gotta go and get that money
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Y'all going "hey hey", but don't that pen look lovely
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You - must - not - know - who - y'all niggaz is fucking with
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I - can - take - life - nig... just for the fuck of it
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Crack's crazy, that nigga'll smack babies
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Clap ladies for yackin' you gon' catch shady
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Call it a mass shower, the way them hollow's drizzle
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Mr. Potato Head, you know them things can't miss you
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The Average Joe, with an average flow
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Me and Meth bringing back New York, nigga
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[Chorus]
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[Styles P.]
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You don't like me, you can get what's right above the testicles
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S.P., turn your top five into vegetables
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You don't believe me, get 'em all in a room
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And the next five, I plan to getting all of them soon
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Y'all can meet me at the table that's round, or get ya place in the ground
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That's what you get, when you facing me, clown
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Who got the crown, I'm piss on it now, while you wearing it
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Nobody nicer than Ghost, I ain't hearing it
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Been Nike Airing it, white tee out
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Stick-up kid season when the dice be out
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I'm a thug or star investing in living, niggaz sippin' soup
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Ghost rapper, knocking out your icey mouth
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Niggaz in the East wanna unite, not me
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If you ain't sayin' I'm the best, you ain't come to be right
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KnawImean? If you don't, then you not of being
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Your four-four, knock little pieces off of your spleen, nigga
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[Chorus]
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Ya'Meen
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Method Man |