Ya'Meen - Album Version (Explicit) Lyrics
| Song | Ya'Meen - Album Version (Explicit) |
| Artist | Method Man |
| Artist | Fat Joe |
| Artist | Styles P |
| Album | 4:21...The Day After |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| 作词 : Cartegena, Jorgensen, Klein ... | |
| 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, f*** it, just get it started? | |
| These trash talking artists is nothing, n****z 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 breaking the code | |
| Some get popped and call for they mamma, when the drama unfolds | |
| My block, hot as a sauna, n**** w*** u* a** j*** | |
| C**** deals on every corner, fiends wanna foam you with soap | |
| And, if life's a b****, then | |
| I bet she bitter and cold | |
| Every time she thinking | |
| 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 backWith enough, fits a million, to figure vanilla wraps up | |
| New York, | |
| New York, | |
| Rock Tube socks and | |
| Timberlands' | |
| Cause hip hop ain't feeling them flip-flops, they feminine | |
| I'm the one shot dealing, one shot killing it(Ya'meen) | |
| Yeah, it's the top billing, the block feeling like(Ya'meen) | |
| Yeah, f*** with me, yeah, f*** with me(Ya'meen, ya'meen) | |
| Yeah, if you not for squealing and for spilling the(Ya'meen) | |
| The streets is watching the apple rotten like(Ya'meen) | |
| Yeah, plus the | |
| B.B. hot and the towers dropping like(Ya'meen) | |
| Yeah, f*** with me, yeah, f*** with me(Ya'meen, ya'meen) | |
| Yeah, if you get it popping or get to popping 'em(Ya'meen) | |
| You know the haters diss you, let's deal with bigger issues | |
| You know New | |
| York is dying after all the shit we been through | |
| And we done lost | |
| B.I.G., we done lost | |
| PunHomey, you can't live, gotta go and get them g*** | |
| You know the hammers'll lose your cabbage, them dudes do damage | |
| Send Zulu | |
| Nation through | |
| Reaganomics, we move them package | |
| We pushing 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 n****z is f***ing with | |
| I can take life n** just for the f*** of it | |
| Crack's crazy, that n****'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 | |
| The Average | |
| Joe, with an average flow | |
| Me and Meth bringing back | |
| New York, n**** | |
| I'm the one shot dealing, one shot killing it(Ya'meen) | |
| Yeah, it's the top billing, the block feeling like(Ya'meen) | |
| Yeah, f*** with me, yeah, f*** with me(Ya'meen, ya'meen) | |
| Yeah, if you not for squealing and for spilling the(Ya'meen) | |
| The streets is watching the apple rotten like(Ya'meen) | |
| Yeah, plus the | |
| B.B. hot and the towers dropping like(Ya'meen) | |
| Yeah, f*** with me, yeah, f*** with me(Ya'meen, ya'meen) | |
| Yeah, if you get it popping or get to popping 'em(Ya'meen) | |
| You don't like me, you can get what's right above the testicles | |
| S.P., turn your top five into vegetables | |
| You don't believe me, get 'em all in a room | |
| And the next five, | |
| I plan to getting 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 facing me, clown | |
| Who got the crown, | |
| I'm piss on it now while you wearing it | |
| Nobody nicer than | |
| Ghost, I ain't hearing it | |
| Been Nike | |
| Airing it, white tee out | |
| Stick-up kid season when the dice be out | |
| I'm a thug or star investing in living, n****z sippin' soup | |
| Ghost rapper, knocking out your icey mouth | |
| N****z in the | |
| East wanna unite, not me | |
| If you ain't sayin' | |
| I'm the best, you ain't come to be right | |
| Know what | |
| I mean? If you don't, then you not of being | |
| Your four-four, knock little pieces off of your spleen, n**** | |
| I'm the one shot dealing, one shot killing it(Ya'meen) | |
| Yeah, it's the top billing, the block feeling like(Ya'meen) | |
| Yeah, f*** with me, yeah, f*** with me(Ya'meen, ya'meen) | |
| Yeah, if you not for squealing and for spilling the(Ya'meen) | |
| The streets is watching the apple rotten like(Ya'meen) | |
| Yeah, plus the | |
| B.B. hot and the towers dropping like(Ya'meen) | |
| Yeah, f*** with me, yeah, f*** with me(Ya'meen, ya'meen) | |
| Yeah, if you get it popping or get to popping 'em(Ya'meen) |
| zuo ci : Cartegena, Jorgensen, Klein ... | |
| 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, f it, just get it started? | |
| These trash talking artists is nothing, n z 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 breaking the code | |
| Some get popped and call for they mamma, when the drama unfolds | |
| My block, hot as a sauna, n w u a j | |
| C deals on every corner, fiends wanna foam you with soap | |
| And, if life' s a b, then | |
| I bet she bitter and cold | |
| Every time she thinking | |
| 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 backWith enough, fits a million, to figure vanilla wraps up | |
| New York, | |
| New York, | |
| Rock Tube socks and | |
| Timberlands' | |
| Cause hip hop ain' t feeling them flipflops, they feminine | |
| I' m the one shot dealing, one shot killing it Ya' meen | |
| Yeah, it' s the top billing, the block feeling like Ya' meen | |
| Yeah, f with me, yeah, f with me Ya' meen, ya' meen | |
| Yeah, if you not for squealing and for spilling the Ya' meen | |
| The streets is watching the apple rotten like Ya' meen | |
| Yeah, plus the | |
| B. B. hot and the towers dropping like Ya' meen | |
| Yeah, f with me, yeah, f with me Ya' meen, ya' meen | |
| Yeah, if you get it popping or get to popping ' em Ya' meen | |
| You know the haters diss you, let' s deal with bigger issues | |
| You know New | |
| York is dying after all the shit we been through | |
| And we done lost | |
| B. I. G., we done lost | |
| PunHomey, you can' t live, gotta go and get them g | |
| You know the hammers' ll lose your cabbage, them dudes do damage | |
| Send Zulu | |
| Nation through | |
| Reaganomics, we move them package | |
| We pushing 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 n z is f ing with | |
| I can take life n just for the f of it | |
| Crack' s crazy, that n' 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 | |
| The Average | |
| Joe, with an average flow | |
| Me and Meth bringing back | |
| New York, n | |
| I' m the one shot dealing, one shot killing it Ya' meen | |
| Yeah, it' s the top billing, the block feeling like Ya' meen | |
| Yeah, f with me, yeah, f with me Ya' meen, ya' meen | |
| Yeah, if you not for squealing and for spilling the Ya' meen | |
| The streets is watching the apple rotten like Ya' meen | |
| Yeah, plus the | |
| B. B. hot and the towers dropping like Ya' meen | |
| Yeah, f with me, yeah, f with me Ya' meen, ya' meen | |
| Yeah, if you get it popping or get to popping ' em Ya' meen | |
| You don' t like me, you can get what' s right above the testicles | |
| S. P., turn your top five into vegetables | |
| You don' t believe me, get ' em all in a room | |
| And the next five, | |
| I plan to getting 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 facing me, clown | |
| Who got the crown, | |
| I' m piss on it now while you wearing it | |
| Nobody nicer than | |
| Ghost, I ain' t hearing it | |
| Been Nike | |
| Airing it, white tee out | |
| Stickup kid season when the dice be out | |
| I' m a thug or star investing in living, n z sippin' soup | |
| Ghost rapper, knocking out your icey mouth | |
| N z in the | |
| East wanna unite, not me | |
| If you ain' t sayin' | |
| I' m the best, you ain' t come to be right | |
| Know what | |
| I mean? If you don' t, then you not of being | |
| Your fourfour, knock little pieces off of your spleen, n | |
| I' m the one shot dealing, one shot killing it Ya' meen | |
| Yeah, it' s the top billing, the block feeling like Ya' meen | |
| Yeah, f with me, yeah, f with me Ya' meen, ya' meen | |
| Yeah, if you not for squealing and for spilling the Ya' meen | |
| The streets is watching the apple rotten like Ya' meen | |
| Yeah, plus the | |
| B. B. hot and the towers dropping like Ya' meen | |
| Yeah, f with me, yeah, f with me Ya' meen, ya' meen | |
| Yeah, if you get it popping or get to popping ' em Ya' meen |
| zuò cí : Cartegena, Jorgensen, Klein ... | |
| 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, f it, just get it started? | |
| These trash talking artists is nothing, n z 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 breaking the code | |
| Some get popped and call for they mamma, when the drama unfolds | |
| My block, hot as a sauna, n w u a j | |
| C deals on every corner, fiends wanna foam you with soap | |
| And, if life' s a b, then | |
| I bet she bitter and cold | |
| Every time she thinking | |
| 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 backWith enough, fits a million, to figure vanilla wraps up | |
| New York, | |
| New York, | |
| Rock Tube socks and | |
| Timberlands' | |
| Cause hip hop ain' t feeling them flipflops, they feminine | |
| I' m the one shot dealing, one shot killing it Ya' meen | |
| Yeah, it' s the top billing, the block feeling like Ya' meen | |
| Yeah, f with me, yeah, f with me Ya' meen, ya' meen | |
| Yeah, if you not for squealing and for spilling the Ya' meen | |
| The streets is watching the apple rotten like Ya' meen | |
| Yeah, plus the | |
| B. B. hot and the towers dropping like Ya' meen | |
| Yeah, f with me, yeah, f with me Ya' meen, ya' meen | |
| Yeah, if you get it popping or get to popping ' em Ya' meen | |
| You know the haters diss you, let' s deal with bigger issues | |
| You know New | |
| York is dying after all the shit we been through | |
| And we done lost | |
| B. I. G., we done lost | |
| PunHomey, you can' t live, gotta go and get them g | |
| You know the hammers' ll lose your cabbage, them dudes do damage | |
| Send Zulu | |
| Nation through | |
| Reaganomics, we move them package | |
| We pushing 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 n z is f ing with | |
| I can take life n just for the f of it | |
| Crack' s crazy, that n' 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 | |
| The Average | |
| Joe, with an average flow | |
| Me and Meth bringing back | |
| New York, n | |
| I' m the one shot dealing, one shot killing it Ya' meen | |
| Yeah, it' s the top billing, the block feeling like Ya' meen | |
| Yeah, f with me, yeah, f with me Ya' meen, ya' meen | |
| Yeah, if you not for squealing and for spilling the Ya' meen | |
| The streets is watching the apple rotten like Ya' meen | |
| Yeah, plus the | |
| B. B. hot and the towers dropping like Ya' meen | |
| Yeah, f with me, yeah, f with me Ya' meen, ya' meen | |
| Yeah, if you get it popping or get to popping ' em Ya' meen | |
| You don' t like me, you can get what' s right above the testicles | |
| S. P., turn your top five into vegetables | |
| You don' t believe me, get ' em all in a room | |
| And the next five, | |
| I plan to getting 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 facing me, clown | |
| Who got the crown, | |
| I' m piss on it now while you wearing it | |
| Nobody nicer than | |
| Ghost, I ain' t hearing it | |
| Been Nike | |
| Airing it, white tee out | |
| Stickup kid season when the dice be out | |
| I' m a thug or star investing in living, n z sippin' soup | |
| Ghost rapper, knocking out your icey mouth | |
| N z in the | |
| East wanna unite, not me | |
| If you ain' t sayin' | |
| I' m the best, you ain' t come to be right | |
| Know what | |
| I mean? If you don' t, then you not of being | |
| Your fourfour, knock little pieces off of your spleen, n | |
| I' m the one shot dealing, one shot killing it Ya' meen | |
| Yeah, it' s the top billing, the block feeling like Ya' meen | |
| Yeah, f with me, yeah, f with me Ya' meen, ya' meen | |
| Yeah, if you not for squealing and for spilling the Ya' meen | |
| The streets is watching the apple rotten like Ya' meen | |
| Yeah, plus the | |
| B. B. hot and the towers dropping like Ya' meen | |
| Yeah, f with me, yeah, f with me Ya' meen, ya' meen | |
| Yeah, if you get it popping or get to popping ' em Ya' meen |
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