Method Man lyrics
Method Man lyrics
"Never Hold Back lyrics"
Ain't No Way Around It lyrics
My money's gone my tank is empty This dope-filled life has got the best of me Wait this can't be right But it's all written in black & white (black & white) I've been looking for the clown That's brought me up and dragged me down I've hocked my life and all my things For a beat up pair of broken wings That won't fly Ain't no way around
(feat. E3, Saukrates)My money's gone my tank is empty This dope-filled life has got the best of me Wait this can't be right But it's all written in black & white (black & white) I've been looking for the clown That's brought me up and dragged me down I've hocked my life and all my things For a beat up pair of broken wings That won't fly Ain't no way around
[Intro: Method Man (Dooney Boy) {Pinky Phat Phat}]
Cool, okay, I'mma let ya'll take it on your own right now
Why don't you do me a favor (What?) {What?}
Tell me a joke (why did the chicken cross the road?)
{To get five dollars from her baby daddy!}
Eheheheh (hahahahahah) you got that? {eheheh}
We gon' roll with that right there, aight then
[beat drops]
Gilla House, muthafucka, Gilla House
Gilla House, muthafucka, Gilla House!
Yeah, another Def Jam, where we don't make stars
We just sign 'em, uh-huh, that's what's up, Big Sox
[Method Man]
I'm on the grind... (can't wait to shine)
Fuck that, I pull your blinds, catch you f'ing with mi
Amy's Back In Austin lyrics
We left Texas on a windy night, in a beat up Chevy van We loaded it up with our innocent dreams And all the love we had Didn't know then how hard it was, livin on our own I'd find her crying late at night, talking to the folks back home Wonder what went wrong and where is she now I'd love to know chorus I bet Amy's back in Austin, working at LaZona Rosa
nes, no go 'headWe left Texas on a windy night, in a beat up Chevy van We loaded it up with our innocent dreams And all the love we had Didn't know then how hard it was, livin on our own I'd find her crying late at night, talking to the folks back home Wonder what went wrong and where is she now I'd love to know chorus I bet Amy's back in Austin, working at LaZona Rosa
I got no time (hate to be wastin' time), muthafucka know the name
And know that I ain't feelin' ya'll lames, like novacaine
Ain't no way you can (stop the train) or the conductor
Of the track, muthafucka, that's E3, 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'
Ya'll try'nna raise the price at the door, we not payin'
So watcha (watcha want?) You kids are slum
And son got knuckles in his
The Man Who Was Too Loud lyrics
Though le loved to rock and roll All these many years He cared about the old people's And little children's ears Though he was a guitar man He reflected and he vowed Never will I ever be No ne'er, ne'er again The man who was too loud Johnny's not a poor man No, he never gets him down Now that he is free he is not proud He don't need the power Just to ma
Air Force One's, come onThough le loved to rock and roll All these many years He cared about the old people's And little children's ears Though he was a guitar man He reflected and he vowed Never will I ever be No ne'er, ne'er again The man who was too loud Johnny's not a poor man No, he never gets him down Now that he is free he is not proud He don't need the power Just to ma
[Chorus: Saukrates (E3)]
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)
Nigga gotta get this dough (I just wanna live my life)
Nigga gotta get this dough (Live your life)
[Method Man]
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
(K.Jarvis/G.Fletcher/J.Bird) You give me love You give me love You give me love You give me love You give me In the morning see you shine Feel your body moving mine The twilight slowly turning I watch you walking away You give me love, you make me shine Clear in the midnight sky My fantasy makes me shine Clear in the midnight sky Don't let the sun go do
In the lap of luxury, where the hell's cut for free
And the kid (can't fuck with ya'll) 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!
[Chorus 2X]
[Outro: Method Man]
My, life, your life, yeah, Mr. Meth, Big John Studd, yo
Ya'll 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!