Lord Have Mercy - These Men Don't Cry lyrics
[Lord Have Mercy - These Men Don't Cry lyrics]
Yeah, uh, check it out, yea
We shall remain winners, for the haters
The pain lingers
Don't play with us, we head huntin'
Your game switches
The sour, the sweet, devour your fleet
We sinners
By all means, victorious, the world witness
I'm more vicious
For ya'll seven course delicious
Silver spoons, we pillage crews
Cause convictors
The most wanted, my soul haunted
Roads to riches
Leave you broke on it, we spoke on it
Cold as winters
So hibernatin', sweet dreams, we violent apes
With higher stakes
Nightmare niggas that rhyme on tapes
Inject the drugs, we messengers
From violent days
Soon to come, just move from us
Find your way in a world of hurt
Backstabbers and murderers
Niggas roll the bud, and burn a Dutch
I turn it up just another notch
We smother spots across the globes
On Fordham Roads in Metropolis, Boston foes
These men don't cry
(why) we just get even (even)
Stop them from eatin', kill 'em all softly
Of course we be
(creepin') of course we be (reachin')
Feel the force when we (reachin')
Who, me? M-E T, H, the O, the D
Can't be done
Like try'nna find a penny in the sea
Nigga run, for cover son
Go and get them guns ya'll ain't from here
Don't try to come around here gettin' one
You get done here, just for askin'
Stick the key in the lock to Pandora's Box
Lungs collapsin', gaspin' for breaths
Lord Have Mercy, it hurts me, to know
Thirst is everything and I'm still thirsty
Ask myself
Who the boss label try'nna work me
Next time
Don't forget my dick when you jerk me
Try'nna stop my conquest
I'm like a one legged man
In an ass kicking contest, hah
Walk a mile in my shoe, whoop an ass or two
Cop a nasty attitude
Still I ain't mad at you
Hurry up and take your time
Buck-ed naked nine
Take your shores high, and make it mines
Word until we even
Or one of us is barely breathin'
Shaolin, we in the house
And we ain't leavin'
The Loooooooooooooord Have Mercy, muthafucka
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah (hah)
Johnny Blaze (hah) Al Simmons (hah)
Wu Tang (hah) Flipmode (what?)
Word is bond, Shaolin, Brooklyn
What it look like, what it be like
What it sound like, what it feel like
Muthafucka (you know?)
All day, Brooklyn to Staten Island, connected
Put it all together
It's basic) yeah! yeah! yeah!
We shall remain winners, for the haters
The pain lingers
Don't play with us, we head huntin'
Your game switches
The sour, the sweet, devour your fleet
We sinners
By all means, victorious, the world witness
I'm more vicious
For ya'll seven course delicious
Silver spoons, we pillage crews
Cause convictors
The most wanted, my soul haunted
Roads to riches
Leave you broke on it, we spoke on it
Cold as winters
So hibernatin', sweet dreams, we violent apes
With higher stakes
Nightmare niggas that rhyme on tapes
Inject the drugs, we messengers
From violent days
Soon to come, just move from us
Find your way in a world of hurt
Backstabbers and murderers
Niggas roll the bud, and burn a Dutch
I turn it up just another notch
We smother spots across the globes
On Fordham Roads in Metropolis, Boston foes
These men don't cry
(why) we just get even (even)
Stop them from eatin', kill 'em all softly
Of course we be
(creepin') of course we be (reachin')
Feel the force when we (reachin')
Who, me? M-E T, H, the O, the D
Can't be done
Like try'nna find a penny in the sea
Nigga run, for cover son
Go and get them guns ya'll ain't from here
Don't try to come around here gettin' one
You get done here, just for askin'
Stick the key in the lock to Pandora's Box
Lungs collapsin', gaspin' for breaths
Lord Have Mercy, it hurts me, to know
Thirst is everything and I'm still thirsty
Ask myself
Who the boss label try'nna work me
Next time
Don't forget my dick when you jerk me
Try'nna stop my conquest
I'm like a one legged man
In an ass kicking contest, hah
Walk a mile in my shoe, whoop an ass or two
Cop a nasty attitude
Still I ain't mad at you
Hurry up and take your time
Buck-ed naked nine
Take your shores high, and make it mines
Word until we even
Or one of us is barely breathin'
Shaolin, we in the house
And we ain't leavin'
The Loooooooooooooord Have Mercy, muthafucka
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah (hah)
Johnny Blaze (hah) Al Simmons (hah)
Wu Tang (hah) Flipmode (what?)
Word is bond, Shaolin, Brooklyn
What it look like, what it be like
What it sound like, what it feel like
Muthafucka (you know?)
All day, Brooklyn to Staten Island, connected
Put it all together
It's basic) yeah! yeah! yeah!