[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