Lyrics:
the world go by and my thought connect
I think about the time past and the time to come
Reminisce on Bed-Stuy when I was spry and young
I used to try
The next day John saw Jesus walking through a sea of souls and said
"BEHOLD! The Lamb of God sent to pay sin's toll for the world on a whole!
This is
What's happenin' all over?
I'll tell ya what's happenin' all over.
Guy sittin' home by a television set
Who once used to be something of a rover.
the Halloween slasher, Michael Mayers, yeah
So yeah I might as let it off
Dreams beyond NASSA, RIP TakeOff
I don't know where I'm going, might as well go away
I
to B.Y.'s
Muffled lives, like a pit bull at will
Sit still, or you're shook real, y'all niggas need to get real, or get killed!
The 4-fifth, call the men
Two gyal on my side, me in the middle
Into a foreign like Lidl
Bad B I call her a smiggle, yeah, she wan' wiggle
I'm a P.I.M.P., left her brain in
the most shit, fuck the most hoes
Come on, you can even ask Don Juan
It's official now, they all rock Sean John
Might have to change my name to strong arm
I want to do the right thing no matter the personal cost to myself or My pride. I want you to brag in heaven about your servant John. I want to make
happenin' all over?
I'll tell ya what's happenin' all over
Guy sittin' home by a television set
Who once used to be something of a rover
That's what's
me
Knocking you rappers off your thrones
Bitch am John Snow
Dropping these bars call me young makavelli
You all
You can't compete my man
I come in so
you can tell by my face boy
That bad bitch she call me hellboy
Bitches want my dick they can call my cell, boy
I just wanna bitch I can call my playboy
to me or call me dad
I will always be here for you however I can
But if you ever get bored or have any questions, man
Come by for a while
Or you can even
and bones, are getting distanced homie
And I'm not a clingy person
But these acts are not by intentions homie
Your lost
And I'm searching for your soul
I'm
an attack by an unknown enemy
Huh
Yeah
Huh
Uh
.44 bulldog, my motherfucking pet
I point it at you and tell that motherfucker, "Fetch"
I'm fuckin'
The pilgrim's face
It had your heart to call her home
Call her home, Brother John
So every mother's weepin'
Dream on, Brother John
In your dreams you get
I'll beat your weak muffin
Decease you easily
I wanna tell you a story about when I was 8
Used to get beat and battered by the kid's that was in my
em a house call
Now let's go see which lucky guy
Is gonna come and sleep with me tonight
Instead of sitting home alone and jerking off?
Answering
to dance
Fly like a Dove, that come from up above
I'm rockin' on the mic and you can call me Run-Love
I got a big long Caddy not like a Seville
to dance
Fly like a Dove, that come from up above
I'm rockin' on the mic and you can call me Run-Love
I got a big long Caddy not like a Seville
lift weights with her brain the way she headstrong
you see my house is third base I call my bed home
you call her Miss Decapitated yeah her head gon'
What's happenin' all over?
I'll tell ya what's happenin' all over.
Guy sittin' home by a television set
Who once used to be something of a rover.
the doubters who were calling me Tupac
No wonder we ain't talkin and I never call you back
No rhyme or reason, but I got one
So I can shoot em in the face with
to include the Imagi-nation
Call it an annex
Like the Lonestar State, or the Louisiana Purchase
This new territory is only for the strong of will
Travelling
shed
Life of a gangster is not sweet
And I'm coming to you straight from the streets
This could be a story about anybody
But let's call him John Doe
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