Lyrics:
John the Baptizer
By the Jordan brook
Up comes this brood of vipers
Just to take a look
John says, "There's a comin' of glory
There's
you know he's comin' mama and he'll be a bad, very bad one
Make all the ladies, turn their heads around
You said, I, I can just see all those women,
passionate point across
Like a hood cat clappin' his hands when he talkin'
Now that I got your attention, I feel I should really mention
Don't come around
wanna be like me and me
Tryna blow up like TNT
But not for the cash or the p’s and green
Just by myself repping 3 and 3
Open doors are what I seem to see
(I got Hitman on the beat)
Ayy, ayy, I ain't even gotta say nothing
I'm from that Plaq, I go by P Yungin
You know what it is
Bitch nigga try
body after body and our mayor Guiliani
ain't tryin to see no black man turn to John Gotti
[Nas]
Guns and diamonds
Bitches put they tongues where the sun
Trappin out this bitch Toyota
I got bags of the odor
Stash my gas by the motor
I stay high bitch you sober
Striking fast like a cobra
Dodging task
Felicia
You kno
We gat receipts
No cap
Swerve
Hundo P
Look who doing doughnuts in the Bma
Blaq Carrie moving like Tina
FU move John Cena
Crip dancing
Boy
Beefing over the net I'm vegetarian
You ott ah stop it
Play against me and you won't win
A title like John Stockton
Don't even fix your mouth
to the O
Tell me is the man made by his clothes?
Polo
I'm pro polo
P to the O to the L to the O
Tell me is the man made by his clothes?
Polo
I wear polo
Lead
Chorus
There is no way around this
I'm in way too deep this time
The future holds our memories
That only seem like yesterday
Lead Vocals: John
me)
Got some niggas who gunnas
(So ain't nobody fucking with me)
V.I.P'ing let's turn up
(Pull up and we wrecking the scene)
And now
(She stay by my
your Carty from
Oh it's gone missing it wasn't me
I was smiling wid him
J Hus pass by, swear I saw your wifey wid him
You gon' have a tiny temper
I just
like I’m bout to win a race
Go and put it on me so I can take you back to my place
Turn that a** around go put it in a circle
Gonna need some glasses got
some gas up in my sheet, I smoke it by the pound
I'm pushing p I'm ona roll we not on common ground
We not on common ground
I saw your bitch and she
places
Brazil, Costa Rica you seen new faces
Covered the bills you struggled to pay - gave you life
No more kid with a scarf around his beatin you up
I been on the block, flippin' off the cops
Henny on the rocks, ride around to Pac
Me Against The World that revolves
I'm appalled, I'mma God, I'mma
what's a girl to do when
She gets blown off by her boyfriend
Wait around and cry?
You may as well sit alone and die
I'm a doctor, I don't take shit
the best way to the g
Alphabetically I have to lead you through
Since I'm the m-izza I know to watch my p's and q's
Like the emt's but the be-I-z
I rap
Stop it
Slightly overweight girls need sex also
Send your note and desires
Means of contact P.O. Box 8941
Baby you have been along
I'll read
a gritty fiend for,
Money, power, respect, get it by any means uh,
New Yorker, slick talker, walk like a brick flipper,
Decimal doctor, multiply to get
(goes around, goes around, goes around)
(Yeah, Karma)
Don't be afraid, step right up, step right up
Take your turn at the legendary wheel of karma
But
[Erick Sermon]
John Blaze, I keep y'all niggaz rockin for days
Boriquas, to eses, around the ways
my own Mix Tape DJ, I Flex
You don't have
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