Method Man — Say

[Intro: Lauryn Hill & Method Man] Yeah, yeah Yeah, yeah, yeah Yeah Yeah, yeah Yeah, yeah, yeah Yeah (Yeah) Yeah, yeah (Yeah) Yeah, yeah, yeah [Verse 1: Method Man] Damn, I hate it when it rain Ever since I came in the game, some hated on the fame A lot of niggas done changed and started actin' strange Even labels turning they backs and started backin' lames Radio is the same, whole lotta speculatin' These mutherfuckas defacatin' on the name Wu-Tang, if this is where the hip-hop is Radio lyin' then, that ain't where the hip-hop live It lives in the streets, we eat to live, they livin' to eat I'm fed up, that nigga Ryderson, I'm givin him sleep R.I.P., make me the king of all I see And when death call, I'm good, I got call ID See it was Clan in the front, now they just gon' front Like my joints is on Proactiv, and they just don't bump (Come on, man) Then niggas gon' say I lost my skill When in fact, they all been programmed and lost they feel, for real [Chorus: Lauryn Hill & Method Man] They've got so much things to say right now They've got so much things to say, yeah They've got so much things to say right now (Yeah) They've got so much things to say, yeah (Yeah) [Verse 2: Method Man] Damn, another artist chokes again They ain't cut as close as him or even broke the skin See how niggas ain't your 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 y'all thinkin' I'm trash Lovin' the taste of success and this drink in my glass Watch 'em cosign that whack shit, give it a pass 'Til it's gone, quicker than Red, can't get rid of them crabs When they're wrong, call the cops, their credibility's shot It's time they learned what's hot really is and really is not Off-brand niggas, Meth gon' let 'em know off top Don't get smacked on DVDs, tryna show off Glocks 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 shit to flop They gettin' pimped like hoes, sellin' they ass just to get my spot, come on, man [Chorus: Lauryn Hill & Method Man] They've got so much things to say right now They've got so much things to say, yeah They've got so much things to say right now (Yeah) They've got so much things to say, yeah (Yeah) [Verse 3: Method Man] Ask Miss Hill, half these critics ain't got half this skill Or been 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, slingin' 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, cried when Dirt Dog died, nigga The last album, wasn't feelin' my style This time my foot up in they ass, 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 Tryna tell you my shit 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've got so much things to say right now They've got so much things to say, yeah They've got so much things to say right now They've got so much things to say, yeah [Outro: Lauryn Hill] Yeah Yeah, yeah Yeah, yeah, yeah