C.L. Smooth - They Say lyrics

[Verse 1: Method Man] Damn, I hate it when it rain Ever since I came in the game Some hated on the fame A lot of n***as done changed And started actin' strange Even labels turning they backs And started backing lames Radio is the same, whole lotta speculatin' These mutherf**as defacatin' on the name Wu-Tang, if this is where the hip-hop is Radio lyin' then, that ain't where hip-hop live It lives in the streets, we eat to live they livin' to eat I'm fed up, that n***a rides in 'em, givin 'em sleep R.I.P., make me the king of all I see And when d**h call I'm good I got call ID See it was clan in the front, now they just gon' front Like my joints is on proactive, and they just don't bump Then n***as gon' say I lost my sk** When in fact they all been programmed And lost they feel, fo' real [Hook: Lauryn Hill] They've got so much things to say right now They've got so much things to say [Verse 2: CL Smooth] Like I'm givin you your last rites, when you see my face All you're lookin at is stars and stripes With three-fourths of the drug law So now you know why we build with bricks, they build with straw Against the mark of the beast Cause sometimes men must fight wars to truly have peace Hear to conquer valleys of foreign soil 'til you show me all your hidden weapons and fields of oil I'm sendin in troops, heavy press want the inside scoop I'm like mums the word up in this coop - oversee that God When they move that quick Admire my swag to use it as a measuring stick I paid my dues, why we can't lose, plus I refuse To let 'em stagnate the growth of my blues The pattern of me is sign no statements, cop no plea In what can only be American Me [Hook] [Verse 3: Method Man] Ask Miss Hill, half these critics ain't got half this sk** Often so hungry that they have to steal If I didn't have my deal, and didn't have this ma** appeal Then I'm back up in that trap, swingin' crack it's real And that ain't worth the time, so search and find a new nerve And here's three words: stop working mine It take a lot more to hurt my pride Jerk my vibe more than media lies, cry when dirt dog die n***a The last album wasn't feeling my style This time my foot up in they a** but they feelin' me now Cause Tical, he put his heart in every track he do But somehow yall find someway to give a whack review It ain't all good, they writin' that I'm Hollywood Tryin' to tell you my sh** ain't 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 [Hook] [Boondocks Sample] I'm gonna take you down Unless I take you down first "Unless I take you down first" Is that the best you can do? Shut up, punk!