[Lauryn][Method Man]
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Yeah yeah, yeah yeah yeah
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Yeah, yeah yeah, yeah yeah yeah
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Yeah (Yeah)
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Yeah yeah (Yo)
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[Method Man]
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Damn, I hate it when it rain
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Ever since I came in the game
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Some hated on the fame
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A lot of niggas done changed
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And started actin' strange
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Even labels turning they backs
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And started backing lames
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Radio is the same, whole lotta speculatin'
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These mutherfuckas defacatin' on the name
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Wu-Tang, if this is where the hip-hop is
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Radio lyin' then, that ain't where hip-hop live
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It lives in the streets, we eat to live they livin' to eat
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I'm fed up, that nigga rides in 'em, givin 'em sleep
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R.I.P., make me the king of all I see
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And when death call I'm good I got call ID
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See it was planned in the front, now they just gon' front
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Like my joints is on proactive, and they just don't bump
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Then niggas gon' say I lost my skill
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when in fact they all been programmed
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And lost they feel, fo' real
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Chorus: [Lauryn](Method Man]
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They've got so much things to say right now
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They've got so much things to say
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They've got so much things to say right now (Yeah)
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They got so much things to say (Yo)
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[Method Man]
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Damn, another artist chokes again
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They ain't cut as close as him or even broke the skin
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See how niggas ain't yo friends, when there ain't no ends
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Don't care who the case offend, don't underrate my pen
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I got what it takes to win, while ya'll are thinking I'm trash
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Loving the taste of success and this drink in my glass
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Watch 'em cosign that whack shit, give it a pass till it's gone
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Quicker than Red, can't get rid of them clubs
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When they're wrong, call the cops, they credibility's shot
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It's time to learn, what hot really is and really is not
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Off brain niggas, Meth gonna let 'em know off top
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Don't get smacked on dvds, trying to show off blocks
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I can't stop cause my enemies plot, or cause the cops want me
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Shackled and locked inside the penalty box
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And while they waitin' for my shit to flop
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They gettin' pimped like hoes
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Sellin' they ass just to get my spot, come on man
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Repeat Chorus
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Ask Miss Hill, half these critics ain't got half this skill
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Often so hungry that they have to steal
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If I didn't have my deal, and didn't have this mass appeal
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Then I'm back up in that trap, swingin' crack it's real
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And that ain't worth the time, so search and find a new nerve
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And here's three words: stop working mine
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It take a lot more to hurt my pride
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Jerk my vibe more than media lies, cry when dirt dog die nigga
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The last album wasn't feeling my style
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This time my foot up in they ass but they feelin' me now
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Cause Tical, he put his heart in every track he do
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But somehow yall find someway to give a whack review
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It ain't all good, they writin' that I'm Hollywood
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Tryin' to tell you my shit ain't ghetto and they hardly hood
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Come on man, until you dudes can write some rhymes
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Keep that in mind when you find yourself reciting mines
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Repeat Chorus
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Say
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Method Man |