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Method Man feat. Lauren Hill & CL Smooth Lyrics

Damn, I hate it when it rain
I don't like it when it rains

Ever since I came in the game
Since I started my music career

Some hated on the fame
Some people criticized my success

A lot of niggas done changed
Many of my colleagues have changed

And started actin' strange
They started acting differently

Even labels turning they backs
Record labels are not supporting me anymore

And started backing lames
They're supporting less talented and less reputable artists

Radio is the same, whole lotta speculatin'
Radio is full of rumors and speculation

These mutherfuckas defacatin' on the name
They're disrespecting my name and my group's name

Wu-Tang, if this is where the hip-hop is
Wu-Tang Clan represents real hip-hop

Radio lyin' then, that ain't where hip-hop live
Radio is not a true representation of hip-hop music

It lives in the streets, we eat to live they livin' to eat
Hip-hop belongs to the streets, we create to survive but they only care about the money

I'm fed up, that nigga rides in 'em, givin 'em sleep
I'm tired of hearing fake and boring music that just puts people to sleep

R.I.P., make me the king of all I see
I want to be respected and appreciated as the best rapper among my peers

And when death call I'm good I got call ID
I'm not afraid of death because I'm prepared and experienced

See it was planned in the front, now they just gon' front
People used to plan and scheme against me in the open, now they pretend to be my friends

Like my joints is on proactive, and they just don't bump
People are pretending that my music is not popular when it actually is

Then niggas gon' say I lost my skill
People claim that I'm not as good as I used to be

When in fact they all been programmed
In reality, they've been brainwashed and influenced by the media

And lost they feel, fo' real
They've forgotten what real hip-hop is all about

They've got so much things to say right now
They're talking a lot of nonsense and criticism about me at the moment

Damn, another artist chokes again
Another rapper fails to succeed

They ain't cut as close as him or even broke the skin
They're not as skilled or successful as me

See how niggas ain't yo friends, when there ain't no ends
People are not loyal to their friends when there's no money involved

Don't care who the case offend, don't underrate my pen
I don't care if my lyrics offend anyone, and I want people to appreciate my writing skills

I got what it takes to win, while ya'll are thinking I'm trash
I have the talent and ability to win, while people are underestimating me

Loving the taste of success and this drink in my glass
I love the feeling of being successful and enjoying my life

Watch 'em cosign that whack shit, give it a pass till it's gone
I see people supporting bad music and ignoring it only after it disappears

Quicker than Red, can't get rid of them clubs
These clubs and their bad music will disappear soon, too

When they're wrong, call the cops, they credibility's shot
When they're caught doing something wrong, they lose their credibility

It's time to learn, what hot really is and really is not
It's time to figure out what good music is and what isn't

Off brain niggas, Meth gonna let 'em know off top
I'm going to call out these unintelligent people who don't know good music from bad, right away

Don't get smacked on dvds, trying to show off blocks
Don't act tough in front of cameras and get yourself in trouble

I can't stop cause my enemies plot, or cause the cops want me
I can't stop making music because my enemies are plotting against me, or because the police are after me

Shackled and locked inside the penalty box
I might end up in jail or in trouble, but it won't stop my career

And while they waitin' for my shit to flop
While they're waiting for me to fail

They gettin' pimped like hoes
They're getting taken advantage of and cheated

Sellin' they ass just to get my spot, come on man
They're willing to do anything to take my place, which is not right

Ask Miss Hill, half these critics ain't got half this skill
Ask Lauryn Hill, most critics don't even have half of my talent

Often so hungry that they have to steal
Most critics are desperate and unoriginal, so they have to steal ideas from others

If I didn't have my deal, and didn't have this mass appeal
If I didn't have a record deal or a large fanbase

Then I'm back up in that trap, swingin' crack it's real
Then I would have to go back to selling drugs to survive

And that ain't worth the time, so search and find a new nerve
Selling drugs is not worth my time, so I need to find a new way to make money

And here's three words: stop working mine
Stop copying my style and ideas

It take a lot more to hurt my pride
It takes a lot to make me feel bad about myself

Jerk my vibe more than media lies, cry when dirt dog die nigga
Negative comments and criticism hurt me more than lies from the media, and I get emotional when my friends pass away

The last album wasn't feeling my style
People didn't like my last album

This time my foot up in they ass but they feelin' me now
This time, they're appreciating and enjoying my music

Cause Tical, he put his heart in every track he do
Because I put my heart and soul into every song I create

But somehow y'all find someway to give a whack review
But somehow, critics always find a way to give me a bad review

It ain't all good, they writin' that I'm Hollywood
Critics are writing that I'm trendy and unauthentic

Tryin' to tell you my shit ain't ghetto and they hardly hood
Trying to say that my music is not authentic and not from the streets

Until you dudes can write some rhymes
Until these critics can create their own good music

Keep that in mind when you find yourself reciting mines
Remember to credit me when you're using my ideas or style