Verse 1: Method Man Yeah, Yo 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 backing claims, radio is the same a whole lot of speculatin these mutha f***as defacatin on the name Woot Tang, if this where the Hip Hop is Radio lyin den, That aint where they hip hop live It live in the streets We eat to live, they livin to eat Im fed up, that niggaritis in em, givin em sleep RIP, may be the king of all I see And when death call im good I got caller id, see it was planned in the front Now they just gonna front, Like my joints is on proactive and they just don’t bump, then niggas gonna say I lost my skill when in fact they all been programmed and lost they feel fo real
Chorus: Lauryn Hill They got so much things to say right now. They got so much things to say. They got so much things to say right now. Method Man : Yeah yo. They got so much things to say.
Verse 2: Method Man Damn, another artist chokes again They aint cut as close as him or even broke da skin See how niggas aint ya friends when there aint no ends Don’t care who the case offend don’t underrate my pen I got what it takes to win, while ya’ll are thinking im trash Lovin the taste of success and this drink in my glass Watch em Cosign that whack sh**, give it a pass till its gone Quicker than Red, can’t get rid of dem crabs When they wrong call the cops they credibility shot
Its time to learn what hot really is and really is not Off brand niggas, Meth gonna let em know off top Don’t get smacked on DvDs tryin to show off blocks I cant stop cause my enemies plot or cause the cops want me Shackled and locked inside the penalty box And while they waitin for my sh** to flop they gettin pimped like hoes Sellin they ass just to get my spot, Come on man!
Chorus: Lauryn Hill They got so much things to say right now. They got so much things to say. They got so much things to say right now. Method Man : Yeah yo They got so much things to say.
Ask Miss Hill, half these critics aint got half the skill Often so hungry that they have to steal If I didn’t have my deal and didn’t have this mass appeal Then im back up in that trap swingin crack, it’s real And that aint worth the time so search and find a new nerve And here’s 3 words stop working mine, it’d take a lot more to Hurt my pride Jerk my vibe, more than media lies, cry when dirt dog die nigga The last album wasn’t feeling my style, this time my foot up in they ass Bet they feelin me now, cause tacow ,he put his heart in every track he do But somehow, you find someway to give a whack review, It aint all good, they writin that im Hollywood, trying to tell you my sh** aint 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 got so much things to say right now. They got so much things to say. They got so much things to say right now. Method Man : Yeah yo They got so much thïngs to say.