Lyrics:
I'll make you fishers of men.
Peter, John, and James
Could never be the same
After they heard him say
I'll make you fishers of men.
He said, Rise
me, I'll make you fishers of men
Peter, John, and James would never be the same
after they heard him say, I'll make you fishers of men
He said, Rise
I shoot any art
Am telling u
I shoot any art
I shoot any art ohh
Barricade defence
Shoot any art
Hawk em gre them barricade defence
Hawk em gre them
John
You baby dick-sucker
Joe Jackson beat you you better dance
Like James Brown faggot in red leather pants
You made up vitiligo you're
A liar you
nets
Pulling in nothing but regrets
Weary from the night before they were worn and cold
James and his brother John working in their father's boat
What
'em up, post-move
Defence lock 'em up, fah, fah
Ain't nobody hot as us (pump fake)
Shooter gettin' added up
Twenty-four pointers and the AP
[Intro: Jon Matthews]
And now... coming to the stage
New York... Delaware
Cypher Clique... Mickey Factz
It's a moment
[Intro Verse: James Major]
Shey you know say me and you tonight
Would never get to be alone
If them make you cry then sky go fall
And I go be James bond
If you want that
as a bitch
Charm city boys get a whole city of brick
Through the wire we wetting niggas, set the shit on fire
My bitch smiling I wanna bet, now we on Fisher
you to become fishers of men.
And straightway they forsook their nets, and followed him.
And when he had gone a little farther thence, he saw James
as a bitch
Charm city boys get a whole city of brick
Through the wire we wetting niggas, set the shit on fire
My bitch smiling I wanna bet, now we on Fisher
Call me Gucci Mane when I'm on the stage with you
But call me Jessie James when I hold this damn pistol
You can call me Gucci gu-ap when I do a song
Call me Gucci Mane when I'm on the stage with you
But call me Jessie James when I hold this damn pistol
You can call me Gucci gu-ap when I do a song
(the lord)
I'm reppin' every set (every set), I'm reppin' every trap (every trap)
Rest in peace Soulja Slim, I'm the ghost of James Tapp (yeah)
This
heart won’t “Harden”
The saviour’s right on time to free your soul Read “James” 1:23, the Bibles “talkin bout practice”
I’m runnin, 10 toes I’m
broken the pole
Bang bang bang on your Fisher-Price drum
You call yourself a trooper by the rule of thumb
Stand down (stand down)
Stand down soldier,
on the microphone
Like James Brown I'ma die on the microphone
Too many rappers need to leave this mic alone
They on the same bullshit that Mike was on
You're lookin'
Verse 1:
Thinkin' 'bout Guy Fisher
Never met him, but goddamn that's my nigga
I figure real estate, invested pie flipper
Never snitch, me I'm in
cromarty forth tyne dogger
East or southeast 6 to gale 8. Hesitation. Rain or showers. Hope. Moderate or good
Fisher German bight
Southeasterly veering
gon zip em you just put onside
This cutter here it flip draco spill and they don't want norfside
Talking like you a fisher we gon blitz him
Pull up
My new spot is the roof top
Lop heads off of Zoots, what a view
I might have smoked one maybe two
On my roof garden, No passing
Call me James
Dey rude dem goons dem tools dey shoot bow
Dont miss god damn naga, derrick fisher
When Im shoot up in da parking lot
Neva miss naga, pop da trunk
yeah it's Monday Night, nigga
Yeah, uh marina James shit, you heard me?
Yeah, uh i been rollin' up dead leaves
The red leaves fall like I
Smoke like
the defence, boy, we too strong/
Wearing pink? Your clothes louder than Famous on the phone/
Dog, All black everything before Sean said it/
Only reason I spit
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