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Ya' Meen Lyrics

Artist: Method Man
Album: 4:21... The Day After

[Method Man]
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?
yeah.....yeah

Yo, how should i get it started, fuck it just get it started
these trash talking artists is nothing, niggas is garage
when meth strike his target, leave it dearly departed
this flow is clearly the hardest, y'all gonna feel me regardless
might break a promise but never breaking the code
some get popped and call for they mama when the drama unfolds
my block, hot as a sauna, marajuannna and choke
cracked years on every corner, feinds run up on u with soap, and
if lifes a bitch, then i bet chu bitter and cold
every time she diggin my phone seven fingers get sewn
Meth, all in ya chest all in heron all in ya nose
cops dont know about this method but smell it all in his clothes
yup, im stealing tact how real is that, im back
with enough, its a million the think a vanilla raps up
new york new york rock tube socks and timberlands
cuz hip hop aint feelin them flip flops, they feminine

[Chorus]
Im the shot dealing, one shot killing it...Ya'Meen
Its the top billin, the block feelin us...Ya'Meen

fuck wit me...Ya'Meen (yeah)
fuck wit me...Ya'Meen (yeah)

If ya not for sqealing, and not for spillin the...Ya'Meen
the streets is watching, the apple rottin like...Ya'Meen
plus the tv hot and the top is droppin like...Ya'Meen

fuck wit this...Ya'Meen (yeah)
fuck wit this...Ya'Meen (yeah)

if u get it poppin, yo get to poppin em...Ya'Meen

[Fat Joe]
U know the niggas issue, lets deal with bigger issues
u know new york is dying after all the shit we been through
and we done lost big, we done lost pun
homie u cant live, gotta go and get them guns
u know the manange to lost your cabbage, them dues do damage
since zulu nation to reganomics we move the package
we pushing weight (paid), gotta go and get that money
y'all go and hate (hate) but dont that bed look lovely
You..(eh)..must..(eh)..not..(eh)..know..(eh)..who..(eh)..y'all niggas is fucking with
I..(eh)..will..(eh)..take..(eh)..i..(eh)..nick, just for the fuck of it
Cracks crazy that nigga a smack babies, clap ladies react and u gonna cap shady
call it a last shower the way them hollow's drizzle
mr. potatoe head, u know them beats cant miss u
the average joe, with an average flow, me and meth bringing back new york...nigga

[Chorus]

[Styles P]
You dont like me, u can get whats right above the testicles
SP, turn the top five into vegetables
you dont believe me get em all in the room
and the next five, i plan to get em all in tune
y'all can meet me at the table thats round
or get u placed to the ground, thats what u get when u facing me clown
who got the crown, im a piss on it now, while ya wearing it
nobody nicer than ghost, i aint hearing it
been nike air'in it, white "T" out (yeap)
stick up kid season when the dice be out
imma bout to start investing in lynching
nigga sip as soup ghost back to knocking out cha icey mouth (feel me)
niggas in the east wanna unite, not me if u aint saying nothing best, u aint come to be right
na'meen, if u dont then u know how that feel (you know) the four four knock little pieces off of ya spleen

[Chorus]

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