Lyrics Mr. Sandman - Method Man , Inspectah Deck
This
is
(Mr.
Sandman
bring
me
a
good
dream)
Serious,
the
craziest
d-da
(Mr.
Sandman
bring
me
a
good
dream)
Day-da
danger,
dangerous
style
Lyrical
shots
from
the
glock
Bust
bullet
holes
on
the
chops
I
want
the
number
one
spot
With
the
science,
of
a
giant
New
York
defiant,
brutal
like
domestic
violence
Silence
of
the
Lambs,
occurred
when
I
slammed
in
Foes
grab
their
chairs
To
be
mad
as
Ralph
Cramden
Others
come
with
shit,
as
silly
as
Art
Carney
But
my
Tetley
triplies,
more
kids
than
Barney
Nobody
must
stress
there's
three
bags
of
sess
A
damn
I
rest,
playing
chess,
yes
My
thoughts
be
sneaky
like
a
crook
from
Brooklyn
When
you
ain't
lookin',
I
take
the
queen,
with
the
rook
then
I
get
vexed,
layin'
phat
trax
on
Ampex
Amorphous
God,
gettin'
drunk,
off
a
triple
X
Violent
time,
I
got
more
love
than
valentines
The
violent
mind,
I
blast
with
a
silent
nine
My
hazardous
thoughts
to
cut
the
mic's
life
support
short
Brains
get
stained
like
tablecloths
when
I
let
off
Powerful,
poetry
pushed
past
the
point
of
no
return
Leavin'
mics
with
third
degree
burns
Let
me
at
'em,
I
cramp
your
style
like
a
spasm
Track
em
through
the
mud
then
I
bag
'em
We're
screaming
hardcore,
hip-hop
drips
out
my
balls
And
I
be
raw,
for
four
score
plus
seven
more
I
strike
like
a
bowling
ball,
holding
y'all
hostage
Like
jail,
electrifying
the
third
rail
Peep
the
smash
on
paragraphs
of
ruckus
Wu-Tang
(Clan
ain't
nuttin'
ta
fuck
wit)
Hot
time,
summer
in
the
city
My
people
represent,
get
busy
The
heat
seeker,
on
a
mission
from
Hell's
kitchen
I
gets
in
where
I
fits
in
for
head
touchin',
listen
Enemy,
is
the
industry
got
me
flippin'
I
don't
give
a
fuck
tell
that
bitch
and
a
nigga
I'm
killin',
snipin',
catchin'
murder
cases
Desert
stormin',
I
be
searchin'
for
Oasis
As
I
run
a
mile
with
a
racist
Pullin'
swords,
hit
the
Billboard
with
a
bullet
Peace
to
the
number
seven
Everybody
else
get
the
fo'
nine
three
eleven
(Mr.
Sandman
bring
me
a
good
dream)
I
don't
know
what's
going
on
If
you
can
take
us
there
Yo,
watch
me
bang
the
headpiece
there's
no
survival
My
flow
lights
up
the
block
like
a
homicidal
Murder,
underground
beef
for
the
burger
P
L
O,
criminal
thoughts
you
never
heard
of
I
switch,
the
city
never
sleeps,
life's
a
bitch
I
shit,
runnin'
through
bitches
like
Emmitt
Smith
Caution,
niggaz
best
to
be
careful
crossin'
The
street,
before
they
end
up
layin'
in
a
coffin'
Don't
sleep,
niggaz
tend
to
forget,
however
Peep
this,
my
nigga,
case
lives
forever
What
evil
lurks
in
the
heart
of
men?
It
be
the
shadow,
street
life,
flowin'
again
I
had
a
plot,
scheme,
that
I
knew
for
sure
Only
one
kick
would
knock
the
hinges
off
the
door
The
jerk
tried
to
jet,
Sabrina
at
his
neck
Thirteen
pounds
on
the
table
plus
a
tec
Just
when
I
said,
"Where
the
fuck's
the
cream?"
Another
jerk
came
out
the
kitchen
with
the
M
16
He
tried
to
cock
it,
blast
these
shots
like,
rockets
Crushed
his
collarbone,
ripped
his
arm
out
the
socket
My
move
for
the
table
was
swift,
I
got
my
hostage
(The
nigga
tried
to
stab
you
God)
But
I
dodged
it
Niggaz
said,
"Carlton
youse
a
ill
motherfucker"
'Cause
I
made
it
look
like
they
both
killed
each
other
And
I'm
out
(Mr.
Sandman
bring
me
a
good
dream)
(Mr.
Sandman
bring
me
a
good
dream)
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1 Double Dueces
2 Uh Huh (remix) (Produced by J-Love)
3 Protect Ya Neck
4 Wu Tang Ain't Nuthin to Fuck Wit
5 Mr. Sandman
6 All I Need (LP version)
7 All I Need (Razor Sharp mix)
8 All I Need (Bad Boy mix)
9 Shadowboxin'
10 Buck 50
11 Ya'll Been Warned
12 Fast Shadow
13 Dirty & Stinkin
14 A Bitch Is a Bitch
15 Ice Cream Man
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