| Hey
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| I swear I never change
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| If I’m with you in the sunshine, I’m with when it rains
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| I’ll never switch, I’m still the same
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| Get caught up in the mix, I never snitch or give up game
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| I’m no squealer
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| Police be trying to pick the killers brain
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| Not familiar, that’s why some brothers go against the grain
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| I’m La Familia, I’m hands on but that don’t mean the name I’m tryna fill ya
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| My hands strong, i ain’t trying to take your chain, I’m trying to kill ya
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| Orangutan, you monkeys tryna hang like you’re gorillas
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| I give you Wu-Tang slash gilla
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| The object in the mirror, Mac Miller
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| My method is the illest slash illa
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| I’m trying to get the guap, cash scrilla
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| But whitey only see a crack dealer
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| Michael Jack thriller, this is not The Walking Dead
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| Rapper think he’s Chalky White, he get the white chalk instead
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| Meth Lab, killing everything that’s in the way
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| Until the son say.
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| The Meth lab dudes don’t play
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| Had these dude thinkin' damn, when it rains, it pours
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| News flash, Meth back, whole Staten with him
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| Couldn’t come to terms, how they playing with this rap |
| Don’t be understanding all the substance that it lacks
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| Gorilla out the traps, bout to flip
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| Ten years gone probably saw him in the flicks
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| Red tails Belly, motherfucker, was the shit
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| Rap coalition, meth lab, get em lit
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| Yo it’s crazy how these nigga’s try and do it like we did it
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| Careful if you copy end up money on your fitted
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| Side line critics
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| Hate the bully with the Wesson’s
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| I swear to god in heaven, don’t get caught without your weapon
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| Caught without your weapons, it get ugly in a second
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| Sidearms hover like we bought ‘em from The Jetson’s
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| Meth lab, vocab, kill ‘em where they lay
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| Got ‘em sittin' sayin'
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| The meth lab dudes don’t play
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| I’m used to the rain, I don’t see the sun too much
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| Nocturnal hustler grinding, holding them drugs too much
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| Bench press my pen, on my fresh pad
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| Just left the crack house, I’m headed to Meth’s lab. |
| The tech jab.
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| Cowards in their face when they scheming I bet cash
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| Frown up on their face leave ‘em bleeding, who want’s what?
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| That’s my attitude all day, You snooze, you lose, that’s why I’m making moves |
| all day
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| The tool gonna spray
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| I suggest you stay in your lane
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| Staten niggas ain’t playing, you get banged for your chain
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| I bang with a gang, a poppin mind bangin up thangs
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| Accurate aim, well-trained, angle and range
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| Dismantle your frame, microphones blown into the flames
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| Pesci the name, Professional, perfecting the game
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| I’m wrecking these lanes
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| Sharpshooter killing all day
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| Had these haters say
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| The meth lab dudes don’t play |
Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Rain All Day, artist - Method Man. Album song The Meth Lab, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп