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...