Method Man - Never Hold Back lyrics

(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, muthaf**a, Gilla House Gilla House, muthaf**a, 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) f** that, I pull your blinds, catch you f'ing with mines, no go 'head I got no time (hate to be wastin' time), muthaf**a 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, muthaf**a, 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 f** c**aine, 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)] n***az 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) n***a gotta get this dough (I just wanna live my life) n***a 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 f** 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 b**h Then you go to court, and she take half your sh**, 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 muthaf**in' house Come on!