| 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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| How should I get it started? |
| Fuck it, just get it started
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| These trash talkin' artists is nothin', niggas 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, breakin' 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, marijuana and dough
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| Crack deals on every corner, fiends run up on ya with soap
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| And if life’s a bitch, then I bet she’s bitter and cold
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| Erry’time she thinkin' 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 Sensamilla to fill ya vanilla wraps up
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| New York, New York, rock tube socks and Timberlands
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| 'Cause hip hop ain’t feelin' them flip-flops, they feminine
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| I’m the one shot dealin', one shot killin' it (ya'meen)
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| Yeah, it’s the top billin', the block feelin' 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 spillin' the (ya'meen)
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| The streets is watchin' the apple rotten like (ya'meen)
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| Plus the B.B. hot and the towers droppin' 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 poppin', or get to poppin' 'em (ya'meen)
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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 dyin' 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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| Homie, you can’t live, gotta go and get them guns
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| You know them 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 pushin' 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 niggas is fuckin' 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 bringin' back New York, nigga
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| I’m the one shot dealin', one shot killin' it (ya'meen)
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| Yeah, it’s the top billin', the block feelin' 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 spillin' the (ya'meen)
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| The streets is watchin' the apple rotten like (ya'meen)
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| Plus the B.B. hot and the towers droppin' 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 poppin', or get to poppin' 'em (ya'meen)
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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 the top five into vegetables
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| You don’t believe me? |
| Get 'em all in the room
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| And the next five, I plan to gettin' 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 facin' me, clown
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| Who got the crown? |
| I’ma piss on it now while they wearin' it
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| Nobody nicer than Ghost, I ain’t hearin' it
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| Been Nike Airin' it, white tee out
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| Stick-up kid season when the dice be out
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| I’m about to start investin' and liftin', niggas sippin' soup
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| Ghost rap, I’m knockin' out your icey mouth
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| Niggas in the East wanna unite, not me
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| If you ain’t sayin' I’m the best, you ain’t come at me right
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| Naw’Imean? |
| If you don’t, then you know how that beam
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| The four-four knock little pieces off of your spleen, nigga
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| I’m the one shot dealin', one shot killin' it (ya'meen)
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| Yeah, it’s the top billin', the block feelin' 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 spillin' the (ya'meen)
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| The streets is watchin' the apple rotten like (ya'meen)
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| Plus the B.B. hot and the towers droppin' 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 poppin', or get to poppin' 'em (ya'meen) |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Ya'Meen , by - Method Man. Song from the album 4:21...The Day After, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп