Lyrics:
John Henry's pappy woke him up one midnight
He said, "'Fore the sheriff comes I wanna tell you, listen boy"
Said, "Learn to ball a jack, learn to lay
Johnny Henry's pappy woke him up one midnight
He said "Before the sheriff comes I wanna tell you," Said "Listen boy
Learn to hoist a jack and learn
off in them jacks G
Another homie eyes wide open dead in my backseat
We never thought that they would get him
My nigga was like a soldier we'd never
No coffee in the AM yea I only sip Jack
She likes to lick the cocaine off my mustache
White girl with the sun tan, drink out the bottle rug rat
I
Nigga we posed to be Kings
We ain't posed to die by 25
Posed to be there for our Queens
Ain't supposed to see all of these mothers cry
Nigga we
listed to"
White boys been dying around here for years
But it never make CNN
You know why
We were put here to die
So when we kill one another
It comes
Liquor, Addy, and weed, only law we abide by
Rap game Jack Black, Lil Lebowski, just some dudes who abide high
Juice be loose off the Belaire, I be
to hold this bitch down
Like a motherfuckin' chick underwater, he tryna d-dr-drown
Shawty, when you dance, you got me captivated
Just by the way that you
hops,
You try to flex, bang, another nigga drops.
You gotta deal with this cause there's no way out,
Why? Cash money ain't never gonna play out.
I
way
If you once, you should know how I handle a AK
Respect me, live by the trigga die by it
Every nigga from New Orleans, keep a gat up on they side
it’s was poured Goldie locks bitch don’t you dig in my porage
live by my gun still die my Sword channel on feet cost a Duce four
I got it for me
to fossilize it
To make sure none of you bammers
Try to reprise it what
Life's a bitch and then you die
That buck that bought a bottle
Could've struck the lotto
bluff
Yea
I ain't even gotta fight
The Lord fights for what's right
If you live by the sword then you die by the knife
I don't fear in the night I don't
Roses are red, my thoughts been screwed
By another love gun, now I swallow these blues
Life is about perspective, I'd rather have my way
You die by
bullet scar
south suicide its like do or die
my nigga came home from a 2 to the 5
nigga pumping on strip selling 2 for 5
dont set up by southside cutie pie
unnoticed
There's no way I'm just gonna pass him off like he's just some any rapper
Like a one-hit wonder (yeah)
I'm on whatever you on, I ain't gon'
miss you so) whoa - now I miss you so
I feel the wind around me certain it calls my name
the wispered way that you did now drowned out by the rain
Now
to the face facts
My phone off if I gotta make a move can't trace the jack
I be praying to god I make my momma proud so she can see
I was chasing A's to get
shorty to die for me
So i try 2 find a nympho something freaky, live so sinful
Likes too party with her kinfolk
Then take dick
Some really simple
Then
I want a girl with a bad attitude
And when Award Tour dropped I copped my first CD
By then this music took on a new meaning to me
I heard a way
Francis White, nenn' mich einfach "King of New York"
Top of the rock, mir weht der Wind um die Ohr'n
Und der Schnee an den Timbs ist gefror'n
Lauf' durch
Attack a snatch, yeah, there's something to jack a batch in
Impregnated then shoot up the embryo sac with MAC-10s
Triplets, quadruplets, and a couple
go to sleep if I had my way
Now I'm in my bag but still thinking 'bout you
Got all this money but have jack shit to do
I'm too far away, no this don't
thieves
Make them draw blood, let them all bleed
Motherfucker die, put a ribbon in the sky
Tell Stevie Wonder sing king of all kings
Joker and new jacks
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