Lyrics:
to insane, I rain firewater
Tape recorder, can't be saved by a court order
I got my sword cross your throat you joke
We on the run with the golden guns, get
smoked out, long fours poked out
Keep P's in the drought, gettin' money down south
Feelin' like Johnny Dang, got diamonds in my chain
Hit your bitch in
case
Hit a lick, put ten up in the safe
Real shit nigga we paved the way
Own the game, nigga we changed the game
Own the north nigga, I made my name
time
Yeah, Yeah, Yeah
I don't go time
Bitch run up
Catch a wave like Johnny
Nigga run up
Keep that fire in my Tommy
Keep that Four-Five right on me
In
Verse One: Everlast
Johnny was a bad boy, he was juvenile delinquent
He had his picture on the wall of every precinct
He had a rep of hanging out
Nobody go, til the God say so
You got a second or mo', to run for the do'
Before I blow back off the map, contact
You didn't know stack, couldn't get
Stranger came and pulled a gun
Grabbed her by the arm
Said, "If you do what I tell you to
There won't be any harm"
And Johnny said, "Take my money
Take
blast one by his eardrum
Piss run, you drop thinking you shot
Screaming like a bitch, kicks to your face
Shots to the body that shake like the bass
blast one by his eardrum
Piss run, you drop thinking you shot
Screaming like a bitch, kicks to your face
Shots to the body that shake like the bass
the big trey pound
Don't walk might hit my target yuh
Run a block ten and it's five times two
Who've been at you're crib
Don Trey what it do?
Forum Park
Make John Monnies till I own a hublot
Won't get that shit cos you're a fuckn touvlo
Wish Lanka was one nation, no Pauline Hanson
Born in the flats
his knees crumpled up
But it T'wasnt I hit him t'was the johnny jump
cnd the next thing I met down in Youghal by the Sea
Was a cripple on crutches,
walk in)
Walk into the spot and run it like I'm Chris Breezy (brrt)
Sweater by the Gallery, I think the kicks Yeezy (Yeezy)
Talk about some Johnny
they find a bag of bones
Had to go and hire thirty workers just to stash the 'low
Walk into the spot and run it like I'm Chris Breezy (brrt)
Sweater by
I'm really running a race
I'm finna run outta plates
You're running out shit you can break
It's always a problem when you come to my place
Range
I'm really running a race
I'm finna run outta plates
You're running out shit you can break
It's always a problem when you come to my place
Range
fasten up
Because I'm buckling your knees
You been here for 10
Boy I been here for 3
They throwing you a curve
Boy I hit it off the Tee
I kick it in
Now yo bitch gon' hit me
I've been gettin racks on racks all day
Movin' wit the pack, gotta stack, always
"Let me hit it from the back", and she like
then throw the blower in his lap
Walk myself to the court like bitch I did that x-rated
Johnny don't wanna go to school no more, no more
Johnny said
'cause we live by the sword
Three, plus sixty degrees
Two, for the black and the blue
One, for the sun, step into millennium
Ten
Nine
Eight
Seven
what's a fuckin' street hit
The shit's way off course
It's like me tellin' Johnny Cash how to sing about his horse
You go on tour, the white agency says
me, what's up on your plate hoe
Rhinestones on my teeth, you need that ice if you gone skate bro (shine, shine, shine)
Drive by on that stallion I hit
into drug lords
Now one for adolescents, now dos for dose
Keep yo' friends by your side, even close your foes
Now three for Johnny Law tryin'
and tell him business is slow
And see if he will loan us something, soon as he hits the dough.
Put the cat out in the hall and rumple up the room
Go by
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