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Never Hold Back Lyrics

Artist: 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 nowWhy 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 HouseGilla House, muthafucka, Gilla House!Yeah, another Def Jam, where we don't make starsWe 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 'headI got no time (hate to be wastin' time), muthafucka know the nameAnd know that I ain't feelin' ya'll lames, like novacaineAin't no way you can (stop the train) or the conductorOf 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 thangsLive together and (pop the chain), know your laneFuck cocaine, stick up, bout to blow your brains off the mapThe (Flame is back), it's the amazingJ. Blazin' grapes of wrath turn to raisinWhat 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 slumAnd 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 returnedTo give you what you waited four years, now to burnHold your head (and know your ledge) your life flash byHey, kid, walk straight, master your highMethod Man (Method Man, Man) Whoa, like Black Rob, goCatch me in the West Wing, I might "Rob Lowe"Yes, I can (yes, I can can) tap your jawAnd tell whatever chick that I'm with, slap your broadThis is it, (I'm stuck with ya'll) and ya'll stuck with meIn the lap of luxury, where the hell's cut for freeAnd the kid (can't fuck with ya'll) Til I got a treeOn some new property, at my new pot to pee, have mercy(Mercy me) Things ain't what they used toSoon as you get your shot on the top, somebody shoot yaThese rhymes (ain't nursery) Life's a bitchThen you go to court, and she take half your shit, come on!