[johnny blaze]
So what we smoke cancer sticks and weed and all that good shit
Fuck the world, word up
Sunz of man, method man, true mast', collabora-tion
Chorus:
Can't you see my love even though we be with thugs
Brothers want grub gotta take it in blood
Because is you down or are you down just because
Can't you see my love even though we be with thugs
Verse one: true master
Yo, when you least expect is when we attack, in fact
Your format, is not yet suitable for combat
Still dissident factions within the kingdom
Campaign desperate attempts to take your freedoms
Emphatically, wack strategy, don't impress me
Impulsiveness'll only bring you tragedy, test me
Descent to the essence quickly, niggaz strictly flip
Fuckin with this royal assembly, the sunz of man
Summon me, chief administrator of the law
True master in this hardcore art of war
I explore the depths on conflict and with no pretense
Found the best strategy the most impressive defense
So when you rush to attack, it be i to crush your force
And exhaust your whole supply
Don't send for reinforcements, give orders for men to maintain
They respective borders, or it's a god damn slaughter
Verse two: method man
Shots in the park, it be on after dark
Hungry like the wolf when the beef starts to cook
When push come to shove, we push through the club
Pocket full of bud, baby armed with the snub
Nosed i suppose, you get body-snatched when you doze
Recognize your friends from your foes
Or here lie, another one victimized
Left for the fly, now what size is this?
Nigga your size, and i would be much obliged
To get a fatter piece of that pie
Still got my eyes on the prize, and like
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