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Method Man 2 Tears In A Bucket 4, 3, 2, 1 A Bitch Is A Bitch (Unreleased Freestyle) All That I Need And Justice For All And You Don\'t Stop Biscuits Break Ups 2 Make Ups Bring The Pain Buck 50 Bulworth (They Talk About It While We Live It) Collaboration \'98 Dart Throwing Diesel Dirty Dancin Do What Ya Feel Dog In Heat Double Deuces (St. Ide\'s Malt Liquor Commercial) Enjoy Da Ride Even If Evil Streets (Remix) Extortion Fast Shadow Freestyle Fuck Them Fuhgidabowdit Get It Up (Remix) Ghetto B.I. Gold Got My Mind Made Up Got The Flava Grand Finale Gravel Pit Gunz \'N Onez (Iz U Wit Me) Half Man Half Amazin\' Hard To Kill Hit \'em High (The Monstar\'s Anthem) I Get My Thang In Action Ill Na Na It\'s In The Game Judgement Day Killin\' Fields Know Your Role Left And Right Method Man (Home Grown Version) Method Man (Remix) Milk The Cow N 2 Gether Now N.Y.C. Everything Next Up No Hooks Off The Wu-Headbanger One More To Go Party Crasher Perfect World Play Iv Keeps Protect Ya Neck (The Jump Off) Pussy Pop Rap Phenomenon Release Yo\' Delf Retro Godfather Rollin\' (Urban Assault Vehicle) Rumble Se Acabo (Remix) Shaolin What?!? Simmons Incorporated Simon Says Remix Step By Step String Play (Like This, Like That) Sub Crazy Sucker MC\'s Supa Ninjaz Symphony 2000 The Riddler (Hide-Out Remix) The What This Is What We Do Tical Torture True What The Beat What The Blood Clot Whatcha Gonna Do Wheres Method Man Wings Of The Morning (Dynamic Duo Mix) Wu-Tang Cream Team Line Up (a.k.a. \'American Cream Team\'); You\'re All I Need (All That I Need Remix)

Ill Na Na lyrics mp3 by Method Man [Intro: Method Man] One time... Huhh, all up in ya like a bone when I... Johnny Blaze, the Iron Lung Foxy Brown, the Ill Na Na (yeah, c\'mon, yeah, c\'mon) Destination... (c\'mon, c\'mon) plat\' [Verse One: Foxy Brown] Yo Na Na so Ill, first week out Shipped a half a mil, niggaz freaked out She\'s all about sex, pard-on, check your facts and the track record, I\'m all about plaques Shakin my ass half naked, lovin this life Waitin for Kim album to drop, knowin it\'s tight Standin center stage, closin the show holdin a gat Since you opened up, I know you\'re hopin it\'s wack Niggaz, screamin my name on record straight whylin Maybe I\'ll answer back when you reach a hundred thousand This is ladies night, and the Mercedes\'s tight When I\'m coming home? Maybe tonight Meet my boo, by the microwave, kiss the baby goodnight It\'s my time to shine it\'s playtime tonight I\'ma try to stand my ground, know when I fall I left your ass Home Alone, hopin I call [ Chorus: Method Man] Who\'s got the illest pussy on the planet? Sugar walls comin down niggaz can\'t stand it, the Ill Na Na True Absolut Vodka, straight shots for the has-beens and have-nots, dolla dolla Real and it don\'t stop, we movin up First the mansion then the yacht, sound proper Straight cash get got, bloodhounds tryin to hunt down the Brown Fox, the Ill Na Na [Verse Two: Foxy Brown] No more sexin me all night, thinkin it\'s alright While I\'m lookin over your shoulder watchin the whole night You hate when it\'s above right? Ladies this ain\'t handball Nigga hit these walls right before I call Mike In the morning when it\'s all bright, eggs over easy Hope you have my shit tight when I open my eyes While I\'m eatin gettin dressed up, this ain\'t yo\' pad I left some money on the dresser, find you a cab No more, sharin I pain, sharin I made It\'s time to outslick niggaz, ladies sharin our game Put it in high gear, fuck the eye wear Nas Ruled the World but now it\'s my year And from, here on I solemnly swear To hold my own like Pee Wee in a movie theater (uh-huh) Yeah I don\'t need a man\'s wealth (yeah) But I can do bad (bad) by my damn self (self) And uhh... [Chorus] [Method] Uhh... vodka... Not... not... Dolla dolla... stop stop... C\'mon c\'mon... yah, it\'s the Ill Na Na [Verse Three: Foxy Brown] No more Waitin To Exhale, we takin deep breaths Ladies take this over, I be Fox so peep this Love thyself with no one above thee Cause ain\'t nobody gon\' love me like me If he, don\'t Do The Right Thing like Spike Lee Bye bye wifey make him lose his Nike\'s (uh uh, yeah) Hit the road Mami told me in order to, find a Prince you gotta kiss some toads [Chorus]