Lyrics:
A feller comes to Lloyd Sinclair
Proposes a job down south
He says "Come with me, and there won't be
No more crops or cows for you to see"
So Lloyd
of the rejection
Some say I make them sick, some say I heal them
It's like the Johnson & Johnson injection
So far from perfection but always had good intentions
You
They shut down the mine last summer, we're gettin' by on welfare
It's Christmas Eve, I'm walkin' home, not a dollar to my name
Night is almost on me,
Johnson & Johnson it's only gon take him one shot and you finished
Walk in the party and all of these bitches be on me I ain't even rap yet
I can't fuck
to throw in Gomes to get it done
It's on and I've begun the scissor cutting stuff
Come on come one by one by two by two by three
Welcome to Boston
Here's our
on
The homie Great John on the beat, by the way
Don't Come Outside, Volume 3 out now
(Great John on the beat, by the way)
I'ma fan Heavenly Father but
wants it?
I go to sleep with a picture of a Porsche on my wall
Man I'm tryin to come up on y'all
Get one up on y'all, that's why I hustle in these streets
the
Johnson and Johnson for the nonsense who wants it?
I go to sleep with a picture of a Porsche on my wall
Man I'm trying to come up on y'all
Get one up
one's for who? Us, us, us! it's uhh..
[Petey Pablo]
Man I had to do it
Just in case u were 1 of the ones that wanted 2 come & ask sum'in stupid!
(Whatchu
Well, here comes my broadcast colleague, the Loose Cannon himself, who
I'm sure is going to have a lot to say about his matchup with
Stone Cold Steve
got tricks in the stash
Stacking up the cash
Fast when it comes to the gas
By no means average
As almost she's got the heaven
Baby, you're a perfect
heals and hurried on
Stay off Mr. Johnson's lawn
I'll call you when my daddy's gone
Now come on
Outside the Brigg's hall
I asked if I could take
need no more trouble with my sleep
So I did what I did and that's what it is
Tell the sheriff and the deputy I don't give a fick
Tell my mama and my
yeah (click-clack)
Them niggas know what it is (click-clack)
North side of Houston Greenspoint Texas nigga (click-clack)
Aka gunspoint nigga stay with yo
and Johnson
It's easy as pi, like algebra
You dip, I dip, like algae brah
Any and all likeness like a doppelganger
Abort mission soldiers, I brought the hanger
since the Smiths & the Johnson's
If you ain't sayin' nothin', you a system's accomplice
It should play with your conscience, do away with the nonsense
Let me get some gin pour up
Got some bomb weed roll up
Niggas got their gang thrown' up
These niggas got their game
They got it from us
I'm with my gang
the
Johnson and Johnson for the nonsense who wants it?
I go to sleep with a picture of a Porsche on my wall
Man I'm trying to come up on y'all
Get one up
I know you think you got it together player, but fuck the bird you with
And listen close to the makings of the perfect bitch
Listen close
is inevitable
It's a good thing - we humans are adaptable
Gotta grab life by the blasted horns
Don't let it punk you - make it yours
We all go through
Fear to Tread, among the dead
You dosed yourself, into this bed
Syl
Here I am, the one who’s broken
Contemplating last words spoken
Days went by, I
cuz heont play
Its young debo strapped with a black hoody
They call me young mcnabb
Cuz i got eagles that throw bullets
And im eager just ta pull it
So
only cost about like 2 bucks
A savage
A mad man with damage
God damn it why won’t y’all just make me famous
I'm tired of lately y'all are making me
up
And ever since the rents went up
It's gotten mad expensive, but we live with just enough
In the Heights
I flip the lights and start my day
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