Lyrics:
Woke up by 2am feeling like a drunk man
Thinking of the warmth and the touch of your hand
I'm a broken young boy that you used like a toy
And each
Right through the swinging doors John Selman came with a blazin' gun
Wes Hardin chug-a-luggin' red eye got him in the back of the head
John Wesley
The Rudolph the red-nosed reindeer of the Roc
I take my chain, my 15 seconds of fame
And come back next year with the whole fucking game
Ain't nobody expect
and never fell
I spent my time in a plush hotel
John-John Phenomenon, deadly but calm
Word to my born, dead by dawn
Got the right to bear arm, ring
pain
I can get you John Doe by a no name
Catch him at the Chinese store
Pulled two sticks on him, we eatin' Lo Mein
Nah nigga, Smack can't hear
(hair)
Subway sounds, the sounds of complaint
The smell of acid on his gun of paint.
As it carves out anger in a blood-red band,
Destroyed tomorrow by
Subway sounds, the sounds of complaint
The smell of acid on his gun of paint.
As it carves out anger in a blood-red band,
Destroyed tomorrow by
Headed for the goose hair
Glad it wasn't far
Right through the swinging doors
John Selman came with a blazin' gun
Wes Hardin chug a luggin' red eye
a killer by nature, maybe just on paper
Not a killer by nature, maybe just on paper
I mastered this wrath, I spit
Protect yourself, it's bout to get
I got a secret if you can keep it between us
I tuck two nina's under my jeans, either side of my penis
Under my long johns, under my Sean Johns
One
Ayo check this out son
This is my man Nas Escobar
And I go by the name of Cormega you know
(you gonna get your self murdered)
Yo check this out
you can bet i'll blow trial
Be +downtown swingin+, m.o.p. style
Next up!
[red] yo yo it's funk d.o.c.
[e-dub] yo, you're on the mic to rock
rock this
Sikk kamakazi
Young John Goddard
Oh my gosh
I'm a god
Pay your honors
Woke up in the morning
Had to get a new view
Pulled apart the curtains
rock this
Sikk kamakazi
Young John Goddard
Oh my gosh
I'm a god
Pay your honors
Woke up in the morning
Had to get a new view
Pulled apart the curtains
Yippee yippee ki ye
Just like F John wayne
With the guns blazing ah ah (Forty-fives blazing ah ah)
Yippee yippee ki ye
Just another run away
Now I
and steady looking for the time
It's eight in the morning and ain't nobody up yet
I got my long johns, get my coat and throw on my ball cap
I'm headed out
and steady looking for the time
It's eight in the morning and ain't nobody up yet
I got my long johns, get my coat and throw on my ball cap
I'm headed out
Adidas
We fire, y'all retire
All ugly people, please be quiet
Hov ain't get a beat from me in a minute
He heard "Just to Get By" and I was re-hired
I got
"Letter to John Pace Seavering from Denis McCleary
Dated 12 June 1936"
Dear John
Yes, I'm writing
After all this time
How's the publishing game
I'm show you, watch
Youknowhatimean? He's a born again, hooligan)
Uh-huh
[Jamel Simmons]
I'm red rum, Reverend Run, brother son, earthquakin
Industry
to go off any minute so you feel it (bah, bah)
Because of the law, I had to conceal it (I go by Weezy Baby)
But if you fuck around you gon' make me
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
if by chance you see him round
Hope you know what to do
Cause there ain't no stopping Red John
When he's coming for you
and Griselda
Servin' with my nina, cookin' good Christina Aguilera
In that cherry-red Beamer, champagne two-seater
Limo tint, John Cena, Maxo Money Making
-8643.jpg/225px-John_Scofield_(cropped)-8643.jpg "John Scofield")
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