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Never hold back lyrics by Method man

Album: Tical 0: the prequel


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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