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Never hold back



(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?}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 mines, no go 'head

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 Air Force One's, come on



[[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

This is it, (I'm stuck with ya'll) and ya'll stuck with me

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!


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