Lyrics:
Sweet Love, from your nipples to your p**** nub"
Sweet Love, love is Love, love is love Love
[Method Man]
It's a full moon, we in the bedroom,
of the Dardanelles
Okay, but they prepared well
They have mines laid out in the sea
The word doom is what they spell
For all the men who are claimed by the sea
But
We some TRIPLE OG’s
Asuave and Hugh E MC
Hustlin like 123
Exclusively
From the city
Sf the city is dope
Rbl man I ain't no joke
We some hustler's
the late nineties, my niggas is jugglin' weight
Runnin' from state to state, gunnin' up ways to safety
I'm on a paper chase, whatever it takes to make me
Yea I made it
All these people looking up to me,
Who's looking out for me ?
Who's really there for me ?
Who's till the death for me ?
Got me wondering
And in the hood they don't seem to understand
Goddamn!
What's really got me wondering
Is if its a part of a bigger plan man
I smell some thing
of Sol Invictus, known as Constantine
Upon the battlefield they'll meet with the usurper
The army of Maxentius waits where the Tiber flows
Down by
merciful
Thank god
I'm not hateful
Like Adolf
By design
Every day is the same old
Until evolved into a senior
Shining the brightest
Seeing seizure
and rise
I'm still lurkin' in the night
Live, laugh, love, fuck your life
I've got a whole bunch of knives
My crooked man is out tonight
New Rock custom,
the moonlight said come by my side
With a bag of cash and a contract told me this is where you sign
You are not alone join and there's more of us
You'll never
Look out the window
What do I see
The sun declining
The moon rising right in front of me
That let me know that everything is how it's supposed to be
And I done seen this shit fr
It make me feel Goated
My ammo sit on occupied
Wit tears just popping out the eyes
And even if I'm bout to cry
I still blow
brain
Smoking hold up
Smoking is the only way to keep me from going insane
Catch me sober bet I'll knock the knowledge from out your brain
Fame or no fame
forty seven made his neighborhood love me
Bullets like birds you can hear them bitches hummin'
Don't let that bird shit, he got a weak stomach
Niggas
stopped laughing and I said why is that
He said just get out my school and don't you ever come back
I said wait this is my school and you're telling me
I focus my locus thought on my enemies
Sip off the Hennessey it's necessary to finish me
I'm in this social immortal when it comes to the phone book
stopped laughing and I said why is that
He said just get out my school and don't you ever come back
I said wait this is my school and you're telling me
A qualified man with vision
Unmoved by daily selfish interests
Led to right decisions by his conscience
In general, a man who knows from whence he comes
fuckin'
And the difference between me and you is, that I'm a husband
And I'm not racist
Shit, I sound like Joyner Lucas
So let me cut this shit off before I
passed away
There were seven of us let now
Afraid of death now
But I knew it wasn't me or the Sloans
Cause when the power went out
And we heard
this life is harder
Wake up, wake up, put on all your armor
Hands up, when I call on Christ
Stand up, 'cause He took them stripes
Man up, to walk out
never, never again
Never, never, never again
Never, never, never again
This story is bigger than Jim
Bigger than him, never again
In 1875 A Kiowa Chief by
wicked
Never can I be the one to go and get shit twisted
One man army watch me do it with finesse
Team so global watch us do it with no stress
Team so
Now I know (now I know)
I made mistakes (made mistakes)
Think I don't care?
But you don't realize what this means to me
So let me have
Just one
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