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