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(feat. E3, Saukrates)
[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?} |
printable copy of the lyrics to Never Hold Back |
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{To get five dollars from her baby daddy!}
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Eheheheh (hahahahahah) you got that? {eheheh}
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We gon' roll with that right there, aight then
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Gilla House, muthafucka, Gilla House
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Gilla House, muthafucka, Gilla House!
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Yeah, another Def Jam, where we don't make stars
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We just sign 'em, uh-huh, that's what's up, Big Sox
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[Method Man]
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I'm on the grind... (can't wait to shine)
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Fuck that, I pull your blinds, catch you f'ing with mines, no go 'head
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I got no time (hate to be wastin' time), muthafucka know the name
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And know that I ain't feelin' ya'll lames, like novacaine
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Ain't no way you can (stop the train) or the conductor
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Of the track, muthafucka, that's E3, my love for the game
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(it's just not the same)
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Unless it's Gilla House, and Wu-Tang Clan, in the house, cop them thangs
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Live together and (pop the chain), know your lane
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Fuck cocaine, stick up, bout to blow your brains off the map
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The (Flame is back), it's the amazing
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J. Blazin' grapes of wrath turn to raisin
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What part of the (game is that), we not playin'
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Ya'll try'nna raise the price at the door, we not payin'
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So watcha (watcha want?) You kids are slum
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And son got knuckles in his Air Force One's, come on
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[Chorus: Saukrates (E3)]
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Niggaz never seen it this raw (but nothing's gonna hold me back)
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Keep the heat up by the big dog (but I don't wanna hold you back)
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Nigga gotta get this dough (I just wanna live my life)
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Nigga gotta get this dough (Live your life)
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[Method Man]
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Yo, yo, on the air (thought you dead?) But I returned
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To give you what you waited four years, now to burn
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Hold your head (and know your ledge) your life flash by
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Hey, kid, walk straight, master your high
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Method Man (Method Man, Man) Whoa, like Black Rob, go
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Catch me in the West Wing, I might "Rob Lowe"
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Yes, I can (yes, I can can) tap your jaw
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And tell whatever chick that I'm with, slap your broad
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This is it, (I'm stuck with ya'll) and ya'll stuck with me
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In the lap of luxury, where the hell's cut for free
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And the kid (can't fuck with ya'll) Til I got a tree
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On some new property, at my new pot to pee, have mercy
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(Mercy me) Things ain't what they used to
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Soon as you get your shot on the top, somebody shoot ya
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These rhymes (ain't nursery) Life's a bitch
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Then you go to court, and she take half your shit, come on!
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[Chorus 2X]
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[Outro: Method Man]
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My, life, your life, yeah, Mr. Meth, Big John Studd, yo
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Ya'll know how I do it, screw it, all day, everyday
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You know what I'm sayin'? Stinkin', drinkin' and fightin' crime
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Staten Island, stand up, we in the muthafuckin' house
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