Say - Method Man
Artist : “Method Man”
Song title : “Say”
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feat lauryn hill
Lauryn method man
Yeah yeah
Yeah yeah yeah
Yeah
Yeah yeah
Yeah yeah yeah
Yeah yeah
Yeah yeah yo
Method man
Damn
I hate it when it rain
Ever since i came in the game
Some hated on the fame
A lot of niggas done changed
And started actin strange
Even labels turning they backs
And started backing lames
Radio is the same
Whole lotta speculatin
These mutherfuckas defacatin on the name
Wu-tang
If this is where the hip-hop is
Radio lyin then
That aint where hip-hop live
It lives in the streets
We eat to live they livin to eat
Im fed up
That nigga rides in em
Givin em sleep
Rip
Make me the king of all i see
And when death call im good i got call id
See it was planned in the front
Now they just gon front
Like my joints is on proactive
And they just dont bump
Then niggas gon say i lost my skill
When in fact they all been programmed
And lost they feel
fo real
Chorus lauryn method man
Theyve got so much things to say right now
Theyve got so much things to say
Theyve got so much things to say right now yeah
They got so much things to say yo
Method man
Damn
Another artist chokes again
They aint cut as close as him or even broke the skin
See how niggas aint yo friends
When there aint no ends
Dont care who the case offend
Dont underrate my pen
I got what it takes to win
While yall are thinking im trash
Loving the taste of success and this drink in my glass
Watch em cosign that whack shit
Give it a pass till its gone
Quicker than red
Cant get rid of them clubs
When theyre wrong
Call the cops
They credibilitys shot
Its time to learn
What hot really is and really is not
Off brain niggas
Meth gonna let em know off top
Dont get smacked on dvds
Trying to show off blocks
I cant stop cause my enemies plot
Or cause the cops want me
Shackled and locked inside the penalty box
And while they waitin for my shit to flop
They gettin pimped like hoes
Sellin they ass just to get my spot
Come on man
Repeat chorus
Method man
Ask miss hill
Half these critics aint got half this skill
Often so hungry that they have to steal
If i didnt have my deal
And didnt have this mass appeal
Then im back up in that trap
Swingin crack its real
And that aint worth the time
So search and find a new nerve
And heres three words stop working mine
It take a lot more to hurt my pride
Jerk my vibe more than media lies
Cry when dirt dog die nigga
The last album wasnt feeling my style
This time my foot up in they ass but they feelin me now
Cause tical
He put his heart in every track he do
But somehow yall find someway to give a whack review
It aint all good
They writin that im hollywood
Tryin to tell you my shit aint ghetto and they hardly hood
Come on man
Until you dudes can write some rhymes
Keep that in mind when you find yourself reciting mines
Repeat chorus