Lyrics:
nose out of town hoes
I'm up around fo' with the crowbar to the five point oh
I get bagged, I'm John Doe, suspect
You ass like prime roastin', Calvin
Is Sun Of John
Thank you Jesus (Yeah)
Glory to God (Yeah)
The last supper, He died for you and me (Yeah)
And I'm not playing, because it was His love
like a piece of peat got pissed on by a cat
I could be P.C but where's the fucking fun in that
It's like I'm trying to escape a maze that's made
to feed the whole family tree
Keep on balling, till they injure me
Even after ain't no stopping me, cause it's John status how I'm living g'
Saw games we
me about your girl what she gotta do with me
I think my bullets made by imax cause they come in 3D
I told her my name is John Cena 'cause she is not
the party
Cracking right here fuck V.I.P
Now when my baby loves me
Home wit tears in her eyes
And when I get in, I hurt her more by tellin her lies
She
Hi Im FIJI i make a bitch wet
Call Me fire hydrant let me leave
Live My life on an Island
Make It, Just like I did it all By myself
I was young
Locked us down but for a reason
Nav n Metro Perfect Timing
Grinding Four Seasons, we've been really working
Family covered by His precious blood
If you ain't grabbing p's then what you selling for?
Wack ass rappers say they bout to pop and I can tell they won't
Everybody saying that they love me
niggaz
If you don't hang in the air by the name a swizz beats
Told Mannie fresh he the skateboard P
Clay J-G and Just Blaze taking basically I'm talking
top, by the way my diamonds hit
All my stones are Karats
All of my A.P. face can't tell what time it is, getting hoes in Paris
Need at least two
they start needing ya hours
Time is money, patience call me the doc
I might just put a new boat by the dock
Bitches keep preeing like an op
Look
Don't ask what's in my cup, just know this ain't no prohibition
I ain't play by the rules, still I'm so official
Ruler on me, teachers told me keep my
a villain like John Gotti
The muthafuckin' gangsta S-p-i-c-e
They ring my mobile phone, now who the fuck could that be?
Bitch, I said don't call me, I'm
It's like root beer one of a kind
Spice 1 is up in the house with the niggata-niggata-nine
And the clip and the trigga
Muthafuckas try ta play me
Bangin One5ive but surrounded by Cs & the rakes
I’m up that’s the reason they hate
We gone bust down the P till it turn into shake
Sell dat cus i need
walk, just like me
The Too S-H-O-are-T
I might be young, but I spit this game
I start it with P, and it ends the same
If your brain is lame, remember
put my head backwards
White chick with me she an actress
When the bag full when the bag full
When it's empty she an athlete coz she doin dashes like
right
Cause I'm young
And I gave my life to Jesus Christ
Life with Jesus so good
I will never look back
No I never could
Wash me in His blood
I ain't
pistol out the couch
Niggas just robbed the connect
Get your shit, we gotta bounce
We was almost grabbing P's
We was gettin' it by the ounce
So, I
a cool type walk, just like me the too
S-h-o-r-t I might be young but I spit this game I started with p and it ends
The same if ya brains is lame
boy I use 'em see later
More than a martyr- I'm John Proctor to Salem
And I'm the monster to your mayhem
Freddy Kreuger , I bеcame him
Notorious for my
take a picture
You peeping me take a picture (You should take a photograph)
Catch me today with a cannon or a Kodak
Cause by tomorrow yesterday gone be
gangsta shit
I say No Limit loud, cause we ain't scared of nobody
Organized by P or should I say, John Gotti
Real niggas, put ya guns up if ya feel me
But
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