Lirik Lagu Ya'Meen - Method Man
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(feat. Fat Joe, Styles P.)
[Intro: Method Man]Yo, I'm bout to hit you with this ya'meenOn top of the ya'meen, with a lil' bit of ya'meen mixed inYa'meen? Yeah... yeah... yo
[Method Man]How should I get it started, fuck it, just get it startedThese trash talking artists is nothing, niggaz is garbageWhen Meth strike his target, leave it dearly departedHis flow is clearly the hardest, y'all gon' feel me regardlessMight break a promise, but never, breaking the codeSome get popped and call for they mamma, when the drama unfoldsMy block, hot as a sauna, never wind up and jokeCrack deals on every corner, fiends wanna foam you with soapAnd, if life's a bitch, then I bet she bitter and coldEverytime she thinking I fold, seven figures get soldMeth, all in your chest, or inhale it all in your noseCops don't know about this Method, but smell it all in his clothesYup, I'm still intact, how real is that, I'm backWith enough, fits a million, to figure vanilla wraps upNew York, New York, rock tube socks and TimberlandsCuz hip hop ain't feeling them flip-flops, they feminine
[Chorus: Method Man]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, fuck with me (ya'meen), yeah, fuck with me (ya'meen)If you not for squealing, and for spilling the (ya'meen)The streets is watching the apple rotten like (ya'meen)Plus the B.B. hot and the towers dropping like (ya'meen)Yeah, fuck with this (ya'meen), yeah, fuck with this (ya'meen)If you get it popping, or get to popping 'em (ya'meen)
[Fat Joe]You know the haters diss you, let's deal with bigger issuesYou know New York is dying after all the shit we been throughAnd we done lost B.I.G., we done lost PunHomey, you can't live, gotta go and get them gunsYou know the hammers'll lose your cabbage, them dudes do damageSend Zulu Nation through Reaganomics, we move them packageWe pushing rain pain, gotta go and get that moneyY'all going "hey hey", but don't that pen look lovelyYou - must - not - know - who - y'all niggaz is fucking withI - can - take - life - nig... just for the fuck of itCrack's crazy, that nigga'll smack babiesClap ladies for yackin' you gon' catch shadyCall it a mass shower, the way them hollow's drizzleMr. Potato Head, you know them things can't miss youThe Average Joe, with an average flowMe and Meth bringing back New York, nigga
[Chorus]
[Styles P.]You don't like me, you can get what's right above the testiclesS.P., turn your top five into vegetablesYou don't believe me, get 'em all in a roomAnd the next five, I plan to getting all of them soonY'all can meet me at the table that's round, or get ya place in the groundThat's what you get, when you facing me, clownWho got the crown, I'm piss on it now, while you wearing itNobody nicer than Ghost, I ain't hearing itBeen Nike Airing it, white tee outStick-up kid season when the dice be outI'm a thug or star investing in living, niggaz sippin' soupGhost rapper, knocking out your icey mouthNiggaz in the East wanna unite, not meIf you ain't sayin' I'm the best, you ain't come to be rightKnawImean? If you don't, then you not of beingYour four-four, knock little pieces off of your spleen, nigga
[Chorus]
[Intro: Method Man]Yo, I'm bout to hit you with this ya'meenOn top of the ya'meen, with a lil' bit of ya'meen mixed inYa'meen? Yeah... yeah... yo
[Method Man]How should I get it started, fuck it, just get it startedThese trash talking artists is nothing, niggaz is garbageWhen Meth strike his target, leave it dearly departedHis flow is clearly the hardest, y'all gon' feel me regardlessMight break a promise, but never, breaking the codeSome get popped and call for they mamma, when the drama unfoldsMy block, hot as a sauna, never wind up and jokeCrack deals on every corner, fiends wanna foam you with soapAnd, if life's a bitch, then I bet she bitter and coldEverytime she thinking I fold, seven figures get soldMeth, all in your chest, or inhale it all in your noseCops don't know about this Method, but smell it all in his clothesYup, I'm still intact, how real is that, I'm backWith enough, fits a million, to figure vanilla wraps upNew York, New York, rock tube socks and TimberlandsCuz hip hop ain't feeling them flip-flops, they feminine
[Chorus: Method Man]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, fuck with me (ya'meen), yeah, fuck with me (ya'meen)If you not for squealing, and for spilling the (ya'meen)The streets is watching the apple rotten like (ya'meen)Plus the B.B. hot and the towers dropping like (ya'meen)Yeah, fuck with this (ya'meen), yeah, fuck with this (ya'meen)If you get it popping, or get to popping 'em (ya'meen)
[Fat Joe]You know the haters diss you, let's deal with bigger issuesYou know New York is dying after all the shit we been throughAnd we done lost B.I.G., we done lost PunHomey, you can't live, gotta go and get them gunsYou know the hammers'll lose your cabbage, them dudes do damageSend Zulu Nation through Reaganomics, we move them packageWe pushing rain pain, gotta go and get that moneyY'all going "hey hey", but don't that pen look lovelyYou - must - not - know - who - y'all niggaz is fucking withI - can - take - life - nig... just for the fuck of itCrack's crazy, that nigga'll smack babiesClap ladies for yackin' you gon' catch shadyCall it a mass shower, the way them hollow's drizzleMr. Potato Head, you know them things can't miss youThe Average Joe, with an average flowMe and Meth bringing back New York, nigga
[Chorus]
[Styles P.]You don't like me, you can get what's right above the testiclesS.P., turn your top five into vegetablesYou don't believe me, get 'em all in a roomAnd the next five, I plan to getting all of them soonY'all can meet me at the table that's round, or get ya place in the groundThat's what you get, when you facing me, clownWho got the crown, I'm piss on it now, while you wearing itNobody nicer than Ghost, I ain't hearing itBeen Nike Airing it, white tee outStick-up kid season when the dice be outI'm a thug or star investing in living, niggaz sippin' soupGhost rapper, knocking out your icey mouthNiggaz in the East wanna unite, not meIf you ain't sayin' I'm the best, you ain't come to be rightKnawImean? If you don't, then you not of beingYour four-four, knock little pieces off of your spleen, nigga
[Chorus]
