[Intro: Lauryn Hill & Method Man]
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[Verse 1: Method Man]
Damn, I hate it when it rain
Ever since I came in the game, some hated on the fame
A lot of niggas done changed and started actin' strange
Even labels turning they backs and started backin' lames
Radio is the same, whole lotta speculatin'
These mutherfuckas defacatin' on the name
Wu-Tang, if this is where the hip-hop is
Radio lyin' then, that ain't where the hip-hop live
It lives in the streets, we eat to live, they livin' to eat
I'm fed up, that nigga Ryderson, I'm givin him sleep
R.I.P., make me the king of all I see
And when death call, I'm good, I got call ID
See it was Clan in the front, now they just gon' front
Like my joints is on Proactiv, and they just don't bump (Come on, man)
Then niggas gon' say I lost my skill
When in fact, they all been programmed and lost they feel, for real
[Chorus: Lauryn Hill & Method Man]
They've got so much things to say right now
They've got so much things to say, yeah
They've got so much things to say right now (Yeah)
They've got so much things to say, yeah (Yeah)
[Verse 2: Method Man]
Damn, another artist chokes again
They ain't cut as close as him or even broke the skin
See how niggas ain't your friends when there ain't no ends
Don't care who the case offend, don't underrate my pen
I got what it takes to win, while y'all thinkin' I'm trash
Lovin' the taste of success and this drink in my glass
Watch 'em cosign that whack shit, give it a pass
'Til it's gone, quicker than Red, can't get rid of them crabs
When they're wrong, call the cops, their credibility's shot
It's time they learned what's hot really is and really is not
Off-brand niggas, Meth gon' let 'em know off top
Don't get smacked on DVDs, tryna show off Glocks
I can't stop 'cause my enemies plot, or 'cause the cops want me
Shackled and locked inside the penalty box
And while they waitin' for my shit to flop
They gettin' pimped like hoes, sellin' they ass just to get my spot, come on, man
[Chorus: Lauryn Hill & Method Man]
They've got so much things to say right now
They've got so much things to say, yeah
They've got so much things to say right now (Yeah)
They've got so much things to say, yeah (Yeah)
[Verse 3: Method Man]
Ask Miss Hill, half these critics ain't got half this skill
Or been so hungry that they have to steal
If I didn't have my deal, and didn't have this mass appeal
Then I'm back up in that trap, slingin' crack, it's real
And that ain't worth the time, so search and find
A new nerve and here's three words: stop working mine
It take a lot more to hurt my pride, jerk my vibe
More than media lies, cried when Dirt Dog died, nigga
The last album, wasn't feelin' my style
This time my foot up in they ass, bet they feelin' me now
'Cause Tical, he put his heart in every track he do
But somehow y'all find someway to give a whack review
It ain't all good, they writin' that I'm Hollywood
Tryna tell you my shit ain't ghetto and they hardly hood
Come on, man, until you dudes can write some rhymes
Keep that in mind when you find yourself reciting mines
[Chorus: Lauryn Hill]
They've got so much things to say right now
They've got so much things to say, yeah
They've got so much things to say right now
They've got so much things to say, yeah
[Outro: Lauryn Hill]
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