paroles de chanson Never Hold Back - Method Man
{Cool,
okay,
I′m
a
let
y'all
take
it
on
your
own,
right
now
Why
don′t
y'all
do
me
a
favor
What?
Tell
me
a
joke
Why
did
the
chicken
cross
the
road?
To
get
five
dollars
from
her
baby
daddy
You
got
that,
we
gon'
roll
with
that
right
there,
aight
then}
Gilla
house,
muthafucka,
Gilla
house
Gilla
house,
muthafucka,
Gilla
house
Yeah,
another
Def
Jam,
but
we
don′t
make
stars
We
just
sign
′em,
uh
huh,
that's
what′s
up,
Big
Sox
I'm
on
the
grind,
can′t
wait
to
shine
Fuck
that,
I
pull
your
blinds,
catch
you
F'in′
with
mines,
no
go
'head
I
got
no
time,
hate
to
be
wastin'
time
Muthafucka
know
the
name
And
know
that
I
ain′t
feelin′
y'all
lames,
like
Novacaine
Ain′t
no
way
you
can
stop
the
train
or
the
conductor
Of
the
track,
muthafucka,
that's
E
3,
my
love
for
the
game
It′s
just
not
the
same,
unless
it's
Gilla
house
And
Wu-Tang
Clan,
in
the
house,
cop
them
thangs
Live
together
and
pop
the
chain,
know
your
lane
Fuck
cocaine,
stick
up,
′bout
to
blow
your
brains
off
the
map
The
flame
is
back,
it's
the
amazing
J-blazin'
grapes
of
wrath
turn
to
raisin′
What
part
of
the
game
is
that?
We
not
playin′
Y'all
tryna
raise
the
price
at
the
door,
we
not
payin′
So
watcha,
watcha
want?
You
kids
are
slum
And
son
got
knuckles
in
his
Air
Force
Ones,
come
on
Niggaz
never
seen
it
this
raw
(But
nothing's
gonna
hold
me
back)
Keep
the
heat
up
by
the
big
dog
(But
I
don′t
wanna
hold
you
back)
A
nigga
gotta
get
this
dough
(I
just
wanna
live
my
life)
A
nigga
gotta
get
this
dough
(Live
your
life)
Yo,
yo,
on
the
air,
thought
you
dead?
But
I
returned
To
give
you
what
you
waited
four
years,
now
to
burn
Hold
your
head
and
know
your
ledge,
your
life
flash
by
Hey,
kid,
walk
straight,
master
your
high
Method
Man,
Method
Man,
man
whoa,
like
Black
Rob,
go
Catch
me
in
the
West
Wing,
I
might
"Rob
Lowe"
Yes,
I
can,
yes,
I
can,
can,
tap
your
jaw
And
tell
whatever
chick
that
I'm
with,
slap
your
broad
This
is
it,
I′m
stuck
with
y'all
and
y'all
stuck
with
me
In
the
lap
of
luxury,
where
the
hell′s,
cut
for
free?
And
the
kid
can′t
fuck
with
y'all,
′til
I
got
a
tree
On
some
new
property,
at
my
new
pot
to
pee,
have
mercy
Mercy
me,
things
ain't
what
they
used
to
Soon
as
you
get
your
shot
on
the
top,
somebody
shoot
ya
These
rhymes,
ain′t
nursery,
life's
a
bitch
Then
you
go
to
court,
and
she
take
half
your
shit,
come
on
Niggaz
never
seen
it
this
raw
(But
nothing′s
gonna
hold
me
back)
Keep
the
heat
up
by
the
big
dog
(But
I
don't
wanna
hold
you
back)
A
nigga
gotta
get
this
dough
(I
just
wanna
live
my
life)
A
nigga
gotta
get
this
dough
(Live
your
life)
(But
nothing's
gonna
hold
me
back)
Keep
the
heat
up
by
the
big
dog
(But
I
don′t
wanna
hold
you
back)
A
nigga
gotta
get
this
dough
(I
just
wanna
live
my
life)
A
nigga
gotta
get
this
dough
(Live
your
life)
Live
my
life,
my
life,
your
life,
yeah,
Mr.
Meth,
Big
John
Studd,
yo
Y′all
know
how
I
do
it,
screw
it,
all
day,
everyday
You
know
what
I'm
sayin′?
Stinkin',
drinkin′
and
fightin'
crime
Staten
Island,
stand
up,
we
in
the
muthafuckin′
house
Come
on!
1 Intro
2 The Prequel
3 Say What
4 What's Happenin'
5 The Motto
6 We Some Dogs
7 The Turn
8 Tease
9 Rodeo
10 Baby Come On
11 Never Hold Back
12 The Show
13 Act Right
14 Afterparty
15 Afterparty
16 Crooked Letter I
17 Ridin' for Outro
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