[Method Man]
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Yo! Im bout to hit chu with this Ya'Meen, on top of the Ya'Meen with a little bit of the Ya'Meen mixed in, Ya'Meen?
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yeah.....yeah
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Yo, how should i get it started, fuck it just get it started
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these trash talking artists is nothing, niggas is garage
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when meth strike his target, leave it dearly departed
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this flow is clearly the hardest, y'all gonna 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 mama when the drama unfolds
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my block, hot as a sauna, marajuannna and choke
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cracked years on every corner, feinds run up on u with soap, and
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if lifes a bitch, then i bet chu bitter and cold
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every time she diggin my phone seven fingers get sewn
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Meth, all in ya chest all in heron all in ya nose
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cops dont know about this method but smell it all in his clothes
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yup, im stealing tact how real is that, im back
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with enough, its a million the think a vanilla raps up
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new york new york rock tube socks and timberlands
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cuz hip hop aint feelin them flip flops, they feminine
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[Chorus]
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Im the shot dealing, one shot killing it...Ya'Meen
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Its the top billin, the block feelin us...Ya'Meen
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fuck wit me...Ya'Meen (yeah)
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fuck wit me...Ya'Meen (yeah)
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If ya not for sqealing, and not for spillin the...Ya'Meen
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the streets is watching, the apple rottin like...Ya'Meen
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plus the tv hot and the top is droppin like...Ya'Meen
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fuck wit this...Ya'Meen (yeah)
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fuck wit this...Ya'Meen (yeah)
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if u get it poppin, yo get to poppin em...Ya'Meen
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[Fat Joe]
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U know the niggas issue, lets deal with bigger issues
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u know new york is dying after all the shit we been through
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and we done lost big, we done lost pun
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homie u cant live, gotta go and get them guns
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u know the manange to lost your cabbage, them dues do damage
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since zulu nation to reganomics we move the package
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we pushing weight (paid), gotta go and get that money
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y'all go and hate (hate) but dont that bed look lovely
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You..(eh)..must..(eh)..not..(eh)..know..(eh)..who..(eh)..y'all niggas is fucking with
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I..(eh)..will..(eh)..take..(eh)..i..(eh)..nick, just for the fuck of it
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Cracks crazy that nigga a smack babies, clap ladies react and u gonna cap shady
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call it a last shower the way them hollow's drizzle
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mr. potatoe head, u know them beats cant miss u
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the average joe, with an average flow, me and meth bringing back new york...nigga
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[Chorus]
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[Styles P]
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You dont like me, u can get whats right above the testicles
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SP, turn the top five into vegetables
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you dont believe me get em all in the room
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and the next five, i plan to get em all in tune
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y'all can meet me at the table thats round
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or get u placed to the ground, thats what u get when u facing me clown
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who got the crown, im a piss on it now, while ya wearing it
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nobody nicer than ghost, i aint hearing it
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been nike air'in it, white "T" out (yeap)
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stick up kid season when the dice be out
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imma bout to start investing in lynching
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nigga sip as soup ghost back to knocking out cha icey mouth (feel me)
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niggas in the east wanna unite, not me if u aint saying nothing best, u aint come to be right
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na'meen, if u dont then u know how that feel (you know) the four four knock little pieces off of ya spleen
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[Chorus]
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Ya' Meen
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Method Man |