Chords for Method Man - Say

_ Yeah, [Dm] yeah, yeah, [C] yeah, yeah, _ [Dm] _ _ _ _ [Em] _
_ yeah, [Dm] _ _ yeah, yeah, [C]
yeah.
_ _ [Dm] _ _ _ _ [Em] _
_ _ _ [Dm] Damn, _ _ [C] _
_ I hated [Dm] when it rained.
Ever since I came in the game, some hated [Em] on the pain.
A lot of niggas been changed and started [Dm] acting strange.
Even labels turning they backs and starting [C] backing lanes
Radio is the same, whole lot [Dm] of speculating
These motherfuckers deprecating on [Em] the name
Wu-Tang, if this is where the hip-hop [Dm] is, radio line then
That ain't where the hip-hop [C] live, they live in the streets
We eat to live, they live in the [Dm] eat, I'm fed up
That nigga right us in him, giving [Em] him sleep
R.I..P., make me the king of all I [Dm] see And when Def call, I'm good, I got call [C] ID See it was clan in the front, now they just gone [Dm] front Like my joints is on Proactiv and they just gone [Em] brunt Them niggas gone say I lost my [Dm] scale When in fact they all been programmed and lost they [C] feel But real, they got [Dm] so much things to say right now [Em] They _ got so [Dm] much things to say They [C] _ _ got [Dm] so much things to say right [Em] now They _ got [Dm] so much things to say _ [C] Damn, another artist chokes [Dm] again They ain't cut as close as them or even broke the [Em] stick See how niggas ain't your friends when there ain't no [Dm] aims Don't care who the case offender underrate my [C] pants I got what it takes to win Why y'all thinking I'm [Dm] trash? Loving the taste of success in this drink in my [Em] glass Watch them cosign that wack shit, give it a [Dm] pass Till it's gone quicker than red, can't get rid of them [C] crads When they wrong, call the cops, credibility [Dm] shot It's time they learn what hot really is and really is [Em] not Off-brand niggas, MEP gon' let them know off [Dm] top Don't get smacked on DBEs, trying to show off [C] rocks I can't stop cos my enemies plot Or cos [Dm] the cops want me shackled and locked inside the penalty [Em] box And while they waiting for my shit to flop They getting [Dm] hit like hoes, selling they ass just to get my [C] spot Come on They got so [Dm] much things to say right now [Em] They _ got so [Dm] much things to say They _ [C] _ _ got so [Dm] much things to say right now [Em] They _ got so [Dm] much things to say [C] Ass, Miss Hill, half these critics ain't got half the skill [Dm] All been so hungry that they have to steal If I [Em] didn't have my deal and didn't have this masterpiece [Dm] Then I'm back up in that trap, slinging crack as [C] raps And that ain't worth the time, so search and [Dm] find a new nerve And here's the words I've worked and [Em] mined It take a lot more to hurt my pride, jerk my [Dm] vibe More than media lies, cry when dirt dogs [C] die, nigga The last album wasn't feeling my style [Dm] This time I put up in they ass, bet they feeling me now [Em] Cos the cow, he put his heart in every track he do [Dm] But somehow, y'all find some way to give a wack review [C] It ain't all good, they writing that I'm Hollywood [Dm] Trying to tell you my shit ain't ghetto and they hardly heard [Em] Come on man, until you dudes can write some rhymes [Dm] Keep that in mind when you find yourself reciting mine [C] _ They got so [Dm] much things to say right now [Em] They _ got so [Dm] much things to say _ _ [C] _ They got so [Dm] much things to say right now [Em] _ They got so [Dm] much things to say _ _ [C] _ _ _ _ [Dm] _ _ _ _ [Em] _
Yeah, yeah, [Dm] yeah, _ yeah, yeah, [C] yeah