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Method Man ft. Lauryn Hill

Lauryn Hill: Yeah 2x Yeah, 3x yeah, yeah 2x yeah 3x, Yeah,
Method Man: Yeah
Lauryn Hill Yeah y2x
Method Man:YO
Lauryn Hill: yeah yeah yeah

Verse 1: Method Man
d___, I hate it when it rain
Ever since I came in the game
Some hated on the fame
A lot of n____s done changed
And started actin' strange
Even labels turning they backs
And started backing lames
Radio is the same, whole lotta speculatin'
These m_____fuckas defacatin' on the name
Wu-Tang, if this is where the hip-hop is
Radio lyin' then, that ain't where hip-hop live
It lives in the streets, we eat to live they livin' to eat
I'm fed up, that n____ ride is in 'em, givin 'em sleep
R.I.P., make me the king of all I see
And when death call I'm good I got caller ID
See it was planned in the front, now they just gon' front
Like my joints is on proactive, and they just don't b__p
Then n____s gon' say I lost my skill
When in fact they all been programmed
And lost they feel, fo' real

Chorus: Lauryn Hill
They got so much things to say right now.
They got so much things to say.
They got so much things to say right now.
Method Man : Yeah yo.
They got so much things to say.

Verse 2: Method Man
d___, another artist chokes again
They ain't cut as close as him or even broke the skin
See how n____s ain't yo friends, when there ain't no ends
Don't care who the case offend, don't underrate my pen
I got what it takes to win, while ya'll are thinking I'm trash
Loving the taste of success and this drink in my glass
Watch 'em cosign that whack s___, give it a pass till it's gone
Quicker than Red, can't get rid of them crabs
When they're wrong, call the cops, they credibility's shot
It's time to learn, what hot really is and really is not
Off brain n____s, Meth gonna let 'em know off top
Don't get smacked on dvds, trying to show off blocks
I can't stop cause my enemies plot, or cause the cops want me
Shackled and locked inside the penalty box
And while they waitin' for my s___ to flop
They gettin' pimped like hoes
Sellin' they a__ just to get my spot, come on man

Chorus: Lauryn Hill
They got so much things to say right now.
They got so much things to say.
They got so much things to say right now.
Method Man : Yeah yo
They got so much things to say.

Verse 3: Method Man
Ask Miss Hill, half these critics ain't got half this skill
Often so hungry that they have to steal
If I didn't have my deal, and didn't have this mass appeal
Then I'm back up in that trap, swingin' crack it's real
And that ain't worth the time, so search and find a new nerve
And here's three words: stop working mine
It take a lot more to hurt my pride
Jerk my vibe more than media lies, cry when dirt dog die n____
The last album wasn't feeling my style
This time my foot up in they a__ bet they feelin' me now
Cause Tical, he put his heart in every track he do
But somehow y'all find someway to give a whack review
It ain't all good, they writin' that I'm Hollywood
Tryin' to tell you my s___ ain't ghetto and they hardly hood
Come on man, until you dudes can write some rhymes
Keep that in mind when you find yourself reciting mines

Chorus: Lauryn Hill
They got so much things to say right now.
They got so much things to say.
They got so much things to say right now. Method Man : Yeah yo
They got so much thïngs to say.