Lyrics:
Method Man being chased by thirty Methodists
Seven day adventist tempt this and try to prevent this
So I curse like the Motto leaving them
everytime I think about you
It's like the world been on my shoulders, everyday I been without you
My way of living ain't healthy, but I'm trying to be a man
my tomorrows won't save me today
High heels clippin' like clattering cans
You'll find the mark in the shadow of a man
I've been wronged by my wrongs
real, with my peeps
And I hold my heat, when I'm in the streets
But I can't stop and I won't stop, rapping till I'm dead
Cause every single day, I got
us on the be -Q-E, just to get a taste of that greenery
We took our smoke out to Coney Island, posted up by the Himalaya
Pina Colada champales
treason that you committed
Open up killin' season, now it's time
To get your fuckin' wig splitted
Playa haters be makin' me relax into a dead spell again
looking at these paintings
Man, this La Quinta is looking like a scene from No Country
Thinking about death, God, love, and nothing
Cicadas humming
And that's a damn shame, people entertained by pain
I think I'm only selling records, cause I'm going through it mayn
I received a phone call, from my old man
a dirty look
I bag game with niggas I leave shot dead
You're only taken a piss from me with hot led
You know my style nigga, 'cause I'm always schemin'
family by her grandmama grave (grave)
You gon' need more than red and blue lights to get saved (ayy)
If these niggas dogs, mine well-behaved (oh)
What
And the shop fronts are bordered from despair and fear
With no chance of work and no signs of the old winding gear
One man knew a decade before
That the mines
was built by knowledge like the Sphinx was
I could show you a thing or two 'bout everything bruh
On everything you never sing but on this thing bruh
my man
Every other nigga fame sinkin' quick like sand
I control the reigns when i do my dance
I don't look away, if i do by chance
My eyes gon sway,
are in sight
Barkin' like dogs who are eager to bite
Anxiously I drift into sleep
Haunted by treasures I couldn't keep
Gets so I'm too lonely to weep
from the dead
Can't you see I got these blood stains on my hands
It's Mr Check 'Em off wreck em all
Come through like a wrecking ball
I'm creating havoc
rubber, break you off somethin proper
Love it or not, I'm the man of the hour, yeah
[singers]
Just when you thought my shine was burnin out
Them cats were
to trust somebody,
family need it they'll steal if they know u got it,
God forgive me I been hurt by a couple niggas thats
why I wake up say my prayers
i felt when you called me insane
Soprano
Cassandra
Can’t wait to begin this moment of my life with you out of my sight. Wake up with a new man by my
to crack out my A-game
In '95 I died and I apologise
Now I materialise feeling super-sized
Guitar crunching, lyrical scrunching
Slamming beats man, sub bass
Naw i don't wanna do no verse
My nigga
Keep playing, We'll put you in the dirt
My nigga my nigga got a 45 by his shirt
My nigga
He rolling, He done
Home late… guess I left the stove on
Good God. What the fuck have I become?
Dead plants. Glad I didn't get a dog
I could have a new girl, put her in
a picture never use the canvas
Thoughts deep I came to give you
Not a day goes by
That I don't get it hot jewels
Before the ice on the wrist
My life was
I bend her over by her shoulders and rip off her fashion nova
She wanna sip the soda it's Henny all in this cola
Tatoe wanted on a posted I hid em
with yo problems
Ion really care
(Man I ain't trying to hear that)
Don't matter how hard life get
I won't smoke a square (That shit dead)
If you ain't
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