paroles de chanson Ya'Meen - Method Man , Fat Joe , Styles P
Yo,
I'm
'bout
to
hit
you
with
this
ya'meen
On
top
of
the
ya'meen,
with
a
lil'
bit
of
ya'meen
mixed
in
Ya'meen?
Yeah,
yeah,
yo
How
should
I
get
it
started,
f***
it,
just
get
it
started?
These
trash
talking
artists
is
nothing,
n****z
is
garbage
When
Meth
strike
his
target,
leave
it
dearly
departed
His
flow
is
clearly
the
hardest,
y'all
gon'
feel
me
regardless
Might
break
a
promise
but
never
breaking
the
code
Some
get
popped
and
call
for
they
mamma,
when
the
drama
unfolds
My
block,
hot
as
a
sauna,
n****
w***
u*
a**
j***
C****
deals
on
every
corner,
fiends
wanna
foam
you
with
soap
And,
if
life's
a
b****,
then
I
bet
she
bitter
and
cold
Every
time
she
thinking
I
fold,
seven
figures
get
sold
Meth,
all
in
your
chest
or
inhale
it
all
in
your
nose
Cops
don't
know
about
this
Method
but
smell
it
all
in
his
clothes
Yup,
I'm
still
intact,
how
real
is
that,
I'm
back
With
enough,
fits
a
million,
to
figure
vanilla
wraps
up
New
York,
New
York,
Rock
Tube
socks
and
Timberlands
'Cause
hip
hop
ain't
feeling
them
flip-flops,
they
feminine
I'm
the
one
shot
dealing,
one
shot
killing
it
(Ya'meen)
Yeah,
it's
the
top
billing,
the
block
feeling
like
(Ya'meen)
Yeah,
f***
with
me,
yeah,
f***
with
me
(Ya'meen,
ya'meen)
Yeah,
if
you
not
for
squealing
and
for
spilling
the
(Ya'meen)
The
streets
is
watching
the
apple
rotten
like
(Ya'meen)
Yeah,
plus
the
B.B.
hot
and
the
towers
dropping
like
(Ya'meen)
Yeah,
f***
with
me,
yeah,
f***
with
me
(Ya'meen,
ya'meen)
Yeah,
if
you
get
it
popping
or
get
to
popping
'em
(Ya'meen)
You
know
the
haters
diss
you,
let's
deal
with
bigger
issues
You
know
New
York
is
dying
after
all
the
shit
we
been
through
And
we
done
lost
B.I.G.,
we
done
lost
Pun
Homey,
you
can't
live,
gotta
go
and
get
them
g***
You
know
the
hammers'll
lose
your
cabbage,
them
dudes
do
damage
Send
Zulu
Nation
through
Reaganomics,
we
move
them
package
We
pushing
rain
pain,
gotta
go
and
get
that
money
Y'all
going,
"Hey,
hey",
but
don't
that
pen
look
lovely
You
must
not
know
who
y'all
n****z
is
f***ing
with
I
can
take
life
n**
just
for
the
f***
of
it
Crack's
crazy,
that
n****'ll
smack
babies
Clap
ladies
for
yackin'
you
gon'
catch
shady
Call
it
a
mass
shower,
the
way
them
hollow's
drizzle
Mr.
Potato
Head,
you
know
them
things
can't
miss
you
The
Average
Joe,
with
an
average
flow
Me
and
Meth
bringing
back
New
York,
n****
I'm
the
one
shot
dealing,
one
shot
killing
it
(Ya'meen)
Yeah,
it's
the
top
billing,
the
block
feeling
like
(Ya'meen)
Yeah,
f***
with
me,
yeah,
f***
with
me
(Ya'meen,
ya'meen)
Yeah,
if
you
not
for
squealing
and
for
spilling
the
(Ya'meen)
The
streets
is
watching
the
apple
rotten
like
(Ya'meen)
Yeah,
plus
the
B.B.
hot
and
the
towers
dropping
like
(Ya'meen)
Yeah,
f***
with
me,
yeah,
f***
with
me
(Ya'meen,
ya'meen)
Yeah,
if
you
get
it
popping
or
get
to
popping
'em
(Ya'meen)
You
don't
like
me,
you
can
get
what's
right
above
the
testicles
S.P.,
turn
your
top
five
into
vegetables
You
don't
believe
me,
get
'em
all
in
a
room
And
the
next
five,
I
plan
to
getting
all
of
them
soon
Y'all
can
meet
me
at
the
table
that's
round
or
get
ya
place
in
the
ground
That's
what
you
get
when
you
facing
me,
clown
Who
got
the
crown,
I'm
piss
on
it
now
while
you
wearing
it
Nobody
nicer
than
Ghost,
I
ain't
hearing
it
Been
Nike
Airing
it,
white
tee
out
Stick-up
kid
season
when
the
dice
be
out
I'm
a
thug
or
star
investing
in
living,
n****z
sippin'
soup
Ghost
rapper,
knocking
out
your
icey
mouth
N****z
in
the
East
wanna
unite,
not
me
If
you
ain't
sayin'
I'm
the
best,
you
ain't
come
to
be
right
Know
what
I
mean?
If
you
don't,
then
you
not
of
being
Your
four-four,
knock
little
pieces
off
of
your
spleen,
n****
I'm
the
one
shot
dealing,
one
shot
killing
it
(Ya'meen)
Yeah,
it's
the
top
billing,
the
block
feeling
like
(Ya'meen)
Yeah,
f***
with
me,
yeah,
f***
with
me
(Ya'meen,
ya'meen)
Yeah,
if
you
not
for
squealing
and
for
spilling
the
(Ya'meen)
The
streets
is
watching
the
apple
rotten
like
(Ya'meen)
Yeah,
plus
the
B.B.
hot
and
the
towers
dropping
like
(Ya'meen)
Yeah,
f***
with
me,
yeah,
f***
with
me
(Ya'meen,
ya'meen)
Yeah,
if
you
get
it
popping
or
get
to
popping
'em
(Ya'meen)
1 Intro
2 Is It Me
3 Problem
4 Somebody Done Fucked Up
5 Shaolin Soldier (Skit)
6 Fall Out
7 Dirty Mef
8 4:20
9 4:20
10 Let's Ride
11 Let's Ride
12 The Glide
13 The Glide
14 Kids (Skit)
15 Got To Have It
16 Say
17 Ya'Meen
18 Ya'Meen
19 Konichiwa Bi*ches
20 Everything
21 Everything
22 Walk On
23 Walk On
24 Pimpin' (Skit)
25 Presidential MC
26 Presidential MC
27 4 Ever
28 4 Ever
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