Ya'meen Lyrics - 4:21...the Day After - Method Man

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 

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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 back 

With 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) 

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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 Pun 

Homey, 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)