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Albums:

Too Much, Too Young, Too Fast (Airbourne) · Too Much, Too Little, Too Late (Johnny Mathis) · John Cougar, John Deere, John 3:16 (Keith Urban) · E.T. Phone Home (S.P.O.C.K.) · But You Caint Use My Phone (Erykah Badu) · Video Phone [Extended Remix] (DJ Cover This) · Pick Up the Phone (Young Thug) · Heritage of the Blues: Phone Booth (Robert Cray) · Hed Phone Sex [2003] (Funki Porcini) · I'm in a Phone Booth, Baby (Albert King) – and 90 other albums »


of wrong turns on the road
Finding his life
By the grace of God he ended up
With a little boy and a wife
And the phone call came from his sister
It was that
did I spend? What I got to lend?
What I did and what I didn't do for them
Bricks comin' in somewhere on the rim
Section doin' numbers, nowhere by
to a consumer.  And all consumers know that when the producer names the tune?the consumer has got to dance.  That's the way it is.  We used to be a producer ? very
Lazer beam glock 

what's a bird to a brother with a flock, wha? 

They got some nerve 

To even try and shit a turd 

On John J, flap a nigga
the entree and let's lay
I bag bitches up at John Jay and hit a matinee
Putting hits on 5-0
Cause when it's my time to go, I wait for God wit the fo-fo
I be on a manhunt
You couldn't catch me in the streets without a ton of reefer
That's like Malcolm X catching the Jungle Fever
King poetic, too much
poetic, too much flava, I'm major
Atlanta and braver, I pull a number like a pager
'cause I'm am ace when I face the bass
40 side is the place that is
I be on a manhunt
You couldn't catch me in the streets without a ton of reefer
That's like Malcolm X catching the Jungle Fever
King poetic, too much
I be on a manhunt
You couldn't catch me in the streets without a ton of reefer
That's like Malcolm X catching the Jungle Fever
King poetic, too much
fight
The bill collectors, they ring my phone
And scare my wife when I'm not home
Got a bum education, double-digit inflation
Can't take the train
she gave away my pussy I'ma kill her
John john phenom-enon, in japan they call me ichiban
Wu-tang clan, number won!
In the whole nine, I hold mine
get me, get this now can you freestyle
Freestyle no styles free except da radio
But the radio controlled by the sucker move
Who moved away got away
don't sleep
Put 50 cents in your commisary, reach you next week
The streets still in a shangle, since we last broke bread
And Baby Ra got left, O.T. two
When you was a child life's a game
But you got all the rules all changed
Pray to a spiritual God for material things
Then wait by the phone but it
sold to the highest bidder
Black bitch niggas number never reconsider
I was born a god but I finally got the picture
Couldn't mingle with
the media dykes
As re enforcements for the fight
And that alone will keep John Gotti on the phone
Yeah

Tangled in his own
I got the Bees on the track
by the death
And while my words are heard and confined to the ears of the blind
I too dream in color and in rhyme
So I guess I'm one of a kind in
You know, so the government can chase ya'
First name: John, Last name: Insignificant
I'm smiling like a proud dad; I got the birth certificate
Go
the entree and let's lay
I bag bitches up at John Jay and hit a matinee
Putting hits on 5-0
Cause when it's my time to go, I wait for God wit the fo-fo
the entree and let's lay
I bag bitches up at John Jay and hit a matinee
Putting hits on 5-0
Cause when it's my time to go, I wait for God wit the fo-fo
fight
The bill collectors, they ring my phone
And scare my wife when I'm not home
Got a bum education, double-digit inflation
Can't take the train
to bone so I picked up the phone to call Nikki
She widdit, I gotta go get this
She want jewels?  She got 'em comin in her wet pearl necklace
(Hahaha) So I
As re-enforcements for the fight
And that alone with keep John Ghotti on the phone
Tangled in his own I got the bees on the track
Where the fuck you at?
Tical
Let me
tried to take me out
Shot me right in front of my mother
By Tracy's house
Now its time to change my life I think Rap's the answer
Same day I got
dykes 
As re-enforcements for the fight 
And that alone with keep John Ghotti on the phone 
Tangled in his own I got the bees on the track 
Where