Method Man, Fat Joe, Styles P - Ya'meen lyrics

Yo, I'm bout to hit you with this ya'meen
On top of the ya'meen
With a lil' bit of ya'meen mixed in
Ya'meen? yeah yeah yo

How should I get it started? Fuck it
Just get it started
These trash talkin' artists is nothin'
Niggas is garbage
When Meth strike his target
Leave it dearly departed
His flow is clearly the hardest
Y'all gon' feel me, regardless
Might break a promise, but never
Breakin' the code
Some get popped and call for they
Mamma when the drama unfolds
My block, hot as a sauna, marijuana and dough
Crack deals on every corner
Fiends run up on ya with soap
And if life's a bitch


Then I bet she's bitter and cold
Erry'time she thinkin' I fold
Seven figures get sold
Meth all in your chest or inhale
It all in your nose
Cops don't know about this Method
But smell it all in his clothes
Yup, I'm still intact
How real is that? I'm back
With enough Sensamilla to fill
Ya vanilla wraps up new York, New York
Rock tube socks and Timberlands
'Cause hip hop ain't feelin' them flip-flops
They feminine

I'm the one shot dealin', one shot killin' it
(ya'meen) yeah, it's the top billin'
The block feelin' like (ya'meen)
Yeah, fuck with me
(ya'meen) , yeah, fuck with me (ya'meen)
If you not for squealing'
And for spillin' the (ya'meen)
The streets is watchin' the apple rotten like
(ya'meen)
Plus the BB hot and the top droppin' like
(ya'meen) yeah, fuck with this
(ya'meen) , yeah, fuck with this (ya'meen)
If you get it poppin', or get to poppin' 'em
(ya'meen)

You know the niggas diss you
Let's deal with bigger issues
You know New York is dyin' after
All the shit we been through
And we done lost BIG, we done lost Pun
Homie, you can't live
Gotta go and get them guns
You know them hammers'll lose your cabbage
Them dudes do damage
Send Zulu Nation through Reaganomics
We move them package we pushin' rain pain
Gotta go and get that money
Y'all going "hey hey"
But don't that pen look lovely
You - must - not - know -
Who - y'all niggas is fuckin' with
I - will - take - life -
Nig just for the fuck of it
Crack's crazy, that nigga'll smack babies
Clap ladies for yackin' you gon' catch shady
Call it a mass shower
The way them hollow's drizzle
Mr potato Head
You know them things can't miss you
Not the Average Joe, with an average flow
Me and Meth bringin' back New York, nigga

I'm the one shot dealin', one shot killin' it
(ya'meen) yeah, it's the top billin'
The block feelin' like (ya'meen)
Yeah, fuck with me
(ya'meen) , yeah, fuck with me (ya'meen)
If you not for squealing'
And for spillin' the (ya'meen)
The streets is watchin' the apple rotten like
(ya'meen)
Plus the BB hot and the top droppin' like
(ya'meen) yeah, fuck with this
(ya'meen) , yeah, fuck with this (ya'meen)
If you get it poppin', or get to poppin' 'em
(ya'meen)

You don't like me
You can get what's right above the testicles
SP, turn the top five into vegetables
You don't believe me? Get 'em all in the room
And the next five
I plan to gettin' all of them soon
Y'all can meet me at the table that's round
Or get ya place in the ground
That's what you get when you facin' me, clown
Who got the crown? I'ma piss on
It now while they wearin' it
Nobody nicer than Ghost, I ain't hearin' it
Been Nike Airin' it, white tee out
Stick-up kid season when the dice be out
I'm about to start investin' and liftin'
Niggas sippin' soup
Ghost rap, I'm knockin' out your icey mouth
Niggas in the East wanna unite, not me
If you ain't sayin' I'm the best
You ain't come at me right
Naw'Imean? If you don't
Then you know how that beam
The four-four knock little pieces
Off of your spleen, nigga

I'm the one shot dealin', one shot killin' it
(ya'meen) yeah, it's the top billin'
The block feelin' like (ya'meen)
Yeah, fuck with me
(ya'meen) , yeah, fuck with me (ya'meen)
If you not for squealing'
And for spillin' the (ya'meen)
The streets is watchin' the apple rotten like
(ya'meen)
Plus the BB hot and the top droppin' like
(ya'meen) yeah, fuck with this
(ya'meen) , yeah, fuck with this (ya'meen)
If you get it poppin', or get to poppin' 'em
(ya'meen)