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Cool, okay, I'mma let ya'll take it on your own right now |
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Why don't you do me a favor (What?) {What?} |
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Tell me a joke (why did the chicken cross the road?) |
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{To get five dollars from her baby daddy!} |
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Eheheheh (hahahahahah) you got that? {eheheh} |
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We gon' roll with that right there, aight then |
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-- beat drops -- |
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Gilla House, mutha****a, Gilla House |
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Gilla House, mutha****a, Gilla House! |
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Yeah, another Def Jam, where we don't make stars |
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We just sign 'em, uh-huh, that's what's up, Big Sox |
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[Method Man] |
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I'm on the grind... (can't wait to shine) |
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**** that, I pull your blinds, catch you f'ing with mines, no go 'head |
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I got no time (hate to be wastin' time), mutha****a know the name |
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And know that I ain't feelin' ya'll lames, like novacaine |
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Ain't no way you can (stop the train) or the conductor |
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Of the track, mutha****a, that's E3, my love for the game |
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(it's just not the same) |
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Unless it's Gilla House, and Wu-Tang Clan, in the house, cop them thangs |
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Live together and (pop the chain), know your lane |
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**** cocaine, stick up, bout to blow your brains off the map |
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The (Flame is back), it's the amazing |
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J. Blazin' grapes of wrath turn to raisin |
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What part of the (game is that), we not playin' |
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Ya'll try'nna raise the price at the door, we not payin' |
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So watcha (watcha want?) You kids are slum |
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And son got knuckles in his Air Force One's, come on |
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[Chorus: Saukrates (E3)] |
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Niggaz never seen it this raw (but nothing's gonna hold me back) |
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Keep the heat up by the big dog (but I don't wanna hold you back) |
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Nigga gotta get this dough (I just wanna live my life) |
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Nigga gotta get this dough (Live your life) |
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[Method Man] |
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Yo, yo, on the air (thought you dead?) But I returned |
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To give you what you waited four years, now to burn |
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Hold your head (and know your ledge) your life flash by |
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Hey, kid, walk straight, master your high |
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Method Man (Method Man, Man) Whoa, like Black Rob, go |
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Catch me in the West Wing, I might "Rob Lowe" |
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Yes, I can (yes, I can can) tap your jaw |
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And tell whatever chick that I'm with, slap your broad |
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This is it, (I'm stuck with ya'll) and ya'll stuck with me |
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In the lap of luxury, where the hell's cut for free |
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And the kid (can't **** with ya'll) Til I got a tree |
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On some new property, at my new pot to pee, have mercy |
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(Mercy me) Things ain't what they used to |
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Soon as you get your shot on the top, somebody shoot ya |
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These rhymes (ain't nursery) Life's a bitch |
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Then you go to court, and she take half your shit, come on! |
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[Chorus 2X] |
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[Outro: Method Man] |
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My, life, your life, yeah, Mr. Meth, Big John Studd, yo |
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Ya'll know how I do it, screw it, all day, everyday |
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You know what I'm sayin'? Stinkin', drinkin' and fightin' crime |
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Staten Island, stand up, we in the mutha****in' house |
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Come on! |
