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is gone
And the fox is on the town o

Then John he went to the top of the hill
Blew his horn both loud and shrill
The fox, he said, I better flee
The Arrival 
Leaving by the same door from which he had come in, 
He finds some sort of freaks ghetto on the other side. 
When they catch sight
First degree in the vacuum
I'm on college ground

Took a class
Big fun
Modern ethics 101
First day learn why
Ethics really don't apply
Prof says,
It's crazy out there. 

Flash the message: something's out there. 

John Forte', uh-huh, uh-huh. 
Hey yo, John Forte'. 

Yo...yo... 
Hustle big
'bout John's singing us Drake
These girls are my sons, John and Kate plus eight
When I walk in, sit up straight, I don't give a fuck if I was late
Dealing
silly

All day, all night, Cary Grant
That's all I hear from my wife, is Cary Grant
What can he do that I can't?
Big deal, big star, Cary Grant

Oh
to the sto'
Bitches wish I wrote
I said they couldn't be saved by (John Doe x2)
I slid past on the gas
Bitches looking at me
It's good x2
Like the granddaddy
and Nas bring it to your hardest
	Finally, a tag team from the top all-starters
[Rick]	Me and Nas bring it to your hardest

[Nas]
Runnin spots, pants
know the trigger finger is used to squeeze the gat
Everybody know gas is high, pass the lah
Stash the crack when the cops come passing by
Everybody
[Hook by Blam]
This is sumtn' 4 urrbody get yo' hands up
On the grind, money on yo' mind get yo' grands up
If you on top getting hella guap stand up
With such an evil mind

I pushed the buttons on her blaster
John coltrane began to bop
I started workin' on a solid rhythm
With horns over the top
wrote 
I said they couldn't be saved by (John Doe x2)
I slid past on the gas 
Bitches looking at me
It's good x2
Like the granddaddy
Cross game
You
Down will come emcees  fake shit and all! 

Verse One: Method Man 

On top I be the show shot 

The bomb drop 

After shot blow your bumba claat
old kids, doin' drive-bys on Big Wheels 
Or maybe you want to see it be more fatal 
Like Kindergarten kids, tryin' to cook crack with Play-Doh 
Now I
daughter on the John Deer with pride
Conservative blue bloods, intelligent minds

With them girls next door, they put me under a spell
I'm on top
of Christ, sure to be immortal
Guzzlin' beer bottles by the dozen with Devin that's mi hermano

"Big Pun " " will be here, forever"
"We brave in the heart
District
I got a Rolex, a real big Rolex
With so many rocks, the Africans are trying protest
Bully of the block, why?
Cause they got me top five
It's
a lil bit more than that underground shit
Had that army fatigue, the Chuckers
I signed a nigga by the name of Big Pun
That nigga went double plat
to the sto'
Bitches wish I wrote
I said they couldn't be saved by (John Doe x2)
I slid past on the gas
Bitches looking at me
It's good x2
Like the granddaddy
and get 'em all open
The theories, the stories, the truths, the myths
Its all therapy, on top of turntablists
This indutry's big, so big in fact (and fat?)
if ya'll bout it
For New York, I cover the sport, like Marv Albert

One, two, when I exhale, the one-two
Lock it down, similar to Denzel in John Q.
saved by John the Pope
The M, A, see and K, from Oakland, California
I'm Too $hort baby, no I don't play, I'm macking

Freak nasty, I like your dance
Leave dudes in the rearview
V-12 engine, corners spinnin'
Twinkies shinin', pinky ring
Armadale, nigga stinky stink
Top, down, my cash is up
Gold
I smoked a whole lot
Not by myself man I smoked it wit the whole house
Drop top Chevy when I pull up to my ol' house
Damn it feel good ridin' round
like that
Get buy girls, while I rap
I make big money, that ain't no crap
When I grab that mic, and spit my rhymes
I gotta have an 8 or 909 BEAT
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