These Men Don't Cry Lyrics

[Intro: Lord Have Mercy] Yeah, uh, check it out, yea [Lord Have Mercy] 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 [Chorus: Method Man (Lord Have Mercy)] 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') [Chorus: Lord Have Mercy (Method Man)] [Method Man] 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 [Chorus: Lord Have Mercy (Method Man)] [Chorus 2X: Method Man (Lord Have Mercy)] [Chorus: Lord Have Mercy (Method Man)] [Outro: Lord Have Mercy (Method Man)] 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!Lord Have Mercy f/ Method Man - These Men Don't Cry - http://motolyrics.com/lord-have-mercy-f-method-man/these-men-dont-cry-lyrics.html