[Intro: Method Man]
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
[Verse 1: Method Man]
How should I get it started? Fuck it, just get it started
These trash talkin' artists is nothin', niggas 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, breakin' the code
Some get popped and call for they mamma when the drama unfolds
My block, hot as a sauna, marijuana and dope
Crack deals on every corner, fiends run up on ya with soap
And if life's a bitch, then I bet she's bitter and cold
Erry'time she thinkin' 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 Sensamilla to fill ya vanilla wraps up
New York, New York, rock tube socks and Timberlands
'Cause hip hop ain't feelin' them flip-flops, they feminine
[Chorus: Method Man]
I'm the one shot dealin', one shot killin' it (Ya'meen)
Yeah, it's the top billin', the block feelin' like (Ya'meen)
Yeah, fuck with me (Ya'meen), yeah, fuck with me (Ya'meen)
If you not for squealing' and for spillin' the (Ya'meen)
The streets is watchin' the apple rotten like (Ya'meen)
Plus the B.B. hot and the top droppin' like (Ya'meen)
Yeah, fuck with this (Ya'meen), yeah, fuck with this (Ya'meen)
If you get it poppin', or get to poppin' 'em (Ya'meen)
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
[Verse 1: Method Man]
How should I get it started? Fuck it, just get it started
These trash talkin' artists is nothin', niggas 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, breakin' the code
Some get popped and call for they mamma when the drama unfolds
My block, hot as a sauna, marijuana and dope
Crack deals on every corner, fiends run up on ya with soap
And if life's a bitch, then I bet she's bitter and cold
Erry'time she thinkin' 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 Sensamilla to fill ya vanilla wraps up
New York, New York, rock tube socks and Timberlands
'Cause hip hop ain't feelin' them flip-flops, they feminine
[Chorus: Method Man]
I'm the one shot dealin', one shot killin' it (Ya'meen)
Yeah, it's the top billin', the block feelin' like (Ya'meen)
Yeah, fuck with me (Ya'meen), yeah, fuck with me (Ya'meen)
If you not for squealing' and for spillin' the (Ya'meen)
The streets is watchin' the apple rotten like (Ya'meen)
Plus the B.B. hot and the top droppin' like (Ya'meen)
Yeah, fuck with this (Ya'meen), yeah, fuck with this (Ya'meen)
If you get it poppin', or get to poppin' 'em (Ya'meen)
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