Never Hold Back Lyrics - Method Man

{Cool, okay, I'm a let y'all take it on your own, right now 

Why don't y'all do me a favor 

What? 

Tell me a joke 

Why did the chicken cross the road? 

To get five dollars from her baby daddy 

You got that, we gon' roll with that right there, aight then} 

Gilla house, muthafucka, Gilla house 

Gilla house, muthafucka, Gilla house 

Yeah, another Def Jam, but we don't make stars 

We just sign 'em, uh huh, that's what's up, Big Sox 

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I'm on the grind, can't wait to shine 

Fuck that, I pull your blinds, catch you F'in' with mines, no go 'head 

I got no time, hate to be wastin' time 

Muthafucka know the name 

And know that I ain't feelin' y'all lames, like Novacaine 

Ain't no way you can stop the train or the conductor 

Of the track, muthafucka, that's E 3, 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 

Fuck cocaine, 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' 

Y'all tryna 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 Ones, come on 

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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) 

A nigga gotta get this dough 

(I just wanna live my life) 

A nigga gotta get this dough 

(Live your life) 

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 y'all and y'all stuck with me 

In the lap of luxury, where the hell's, cut for free? 

And the kid can't fuck with y'all, '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 bitch 

Then you go to court, and she take half your shit, come on 

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) 

A nigga gotta get this dough 

(I just wanna live my life) 

A nigga gotta get this dough 

(Live your life) 

(But nothing's gonna hold me back) 

Keep the heat up by the big dog 

(But I don't wanna hold you back) 

A nigga gotta get this dough 

(I just wanna live my life) 

A nigga gotta get this dough 

(Live your life) 

Live my life, my life, your life, yeah, Mr. Meth, Big John Studd, yo 

Y'all 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 muthafuckin' house 

Come on!