Lyrics:
mind how ya talk
You don't wanna see by slap it
Shut your mouth you're not active
You think twice before slapping
You ain't really 'bout badness
We do
Johnny Boy
Johnny Boy
You don't even know how that feel
I'm the same color as the shit that Tony Montana put up on the scale
You can't get a slice of my
They say, Russell, you're a tad outrageous
When I'm on the stage, bet the crowd gets elated
Me and my crew, gonna cause a gravitation to raw hip-hop,
my tracks, I misdirect and lie
Jonathan Pie, a collar and tie
Won't hide your bile so curl up and die
Why do you even try? Should leave
And cry like
to cry
And I ain't never seen a nigga that's too live to die
They say you get what you ask for, so get it 'cause you asked for it
If a nigga ain't
I'm too tired to cry
And I ain't never seen a nigga that's too live to die
They say you get what you ask for, so get it 'cause you asked for it
mother (mama)
I admit that I asked her how am I gonna get the world off my shoulder (oh)
She said son, don't you lose it (lose it)
Sometimes you gotta
even this
Say your got the drip, but there's nothing on your wrist
Go to the club, you aint even on the list
Try to take dub but an L is all you get
comes for you, when judgment comes for you)
And whatcha gonna do?
When there ain't no where to hide (tell me what)
When judgment comes for you ('cause
ain't never got sick
Bitch I even know how many keys your man flip
I'm low down and dirty, but not ashamed
I know all these pussy ass cops by their first
have a lot of laughs together
We've had a lot of good times together
And when the bad times come
I'm gonna be for you
Right by your side
Right by your
I could've got signed
Ain't even into my prime
Know that I'm one of a kind (Kind)
Ain't tryna be like the rest of the guys
I'm gonna stay on my grind
sit and cry
Life's gonna pass you by
Hook:
We gonna be happy anyway
Even if we ain't got that much to say
We gonna keep smiling anyway
So get back
and how it sit on the rims
Or I could tell you why I'm hot and disappear like MIMS
But the bars there, put that on God, ask a atheist
And if I ain't
to tell
That no matter how hard you rub
You just ain't a-gonna find it on yer ticket stub
No, and it ain't in the rumors people're tellin' you
And it
pills free popping with no shooters
Got no time to kill
Best that ain't gonna quill I'm still
Working on my rhyming skill
I need a mail for wifey
I wanna
Or things are gonna get serious and devious, WE BRAVE,
And we can drive you all insane like Johnny Blaze
Yeah we always Bring The Pain
You'll get regulated, I've been affiliated
Never anticipated, as I stated my boy
You not gonna get me to incriminate myself
Even though I know my family
You already know, yeah me and YoungJohnny yeah, we gonna grow
The rooms getting cold because we ain't in there and making it scold
The cadence
sayin' it's gonna be alright
No one'll hold you tight, no one'll look you in your eyes
As if it ain't okay to cry, try to be the tough guy
Think about
in this industry so you gonna see
That we’re gonna beat you cause we’re lethal
Ain’t nobody better boy you better be ready
Cause you ain’t ballin’
Yeah yeah you know
My tax dollars killed a little girl yesterday
I ain't free neither is she
And my freedom depends on the imprisonment of another
I
brothers stay in space, cruising thru the cosmos, clean as hell Johnny Bravo
Slap a bitch and then you hear the whip like it's Chicago
It's almost three mane
ain’t buzzed you ain’t even touch your cup (Uh)
You just use excuses touchin’ all over stunk (Touch)
And a lil’ nigga crazy Whataburger the bump spot
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