Lyrics:
crackin' all night
D-P-G
Bad Boy for life
It's crackin' all night
Cause everybody know that D-P-G-C, Bad Boy niggas run this
The party jumpin',
who are wise
In their own eyes, what a life
Behind the scene eyes nuh see
What governments hide
C.I.A should D.O.A., K.G.B. should R.I.P.
That's
the Sean John
Yeah right, this is what life after's like
B-I Frank white, you're Bad Boy For Life
No matter what the public say we gon prove
it aint
the Sean John
Yeah right, this is what life after's like
B-I Frank white, you're Bad Boy For Life
No matter what the public say we gon prove
it aint
by the 9
Fuck the dumb shit, I run this, a whole life of crime
Ain't never had shit, but always had my pistol, bitch
187, don't make me whistle, bitch
paper (paper)
Got a seat at my own table (table), don't need no favors (fuck it)
Ida Street baby, smokin' green by the acre
M-I-S-S (S), I-S-S
a gritty fiend for,
Money, power, respect, get it by any means uh,
New Yorker, slick talker, walk like a brick flipper,
Decimal doctor, multiply to get
to colonels
Releasin' thermonuclear heat that burns you firmly
And permanently upon this journey
Through the journal of the book of life
Those who took
Presidents of the nation
Support and votes, their qualification
William King was short-term 'cause he died from TB
V.P. 14, John Breckinridge was pro-slavery
the heat up by the big dog (but I don't wanna hold you back)
Nigga gotta get this dough (I just wanna live my life)
Nigga gotta get this dough (Live your
just like glue!
(EW!)
Hook:
Pandemic! P-P-Pandemic!
Yeah, I'm infected by you!
Pandemic! P-P-Pandemic!
Yeah, I'm infected by you!
Verse 2:
I wanna own
Standin' on the corner of Royal Street,
On a Sunday afternoon
Out there by the old A & P
Barefoot in the sun in June.
I saw her playin' with the
Big
ait back relax and just pause on you bitches like
I should go start a family or something
Whoah
No even if they kit Kat ain't no kee kee
John cena
that'll hurt ya
Serve and murda all busters now,
Hard times gotta grind get mine,
Even if it means pap that's ya life,
And a nigga gotta die by
the microphone continue with my devilish deeds
'Cause all I see in my M-I-N-D
Is D-P-G for L-I-F-E
And all I see on the M-I-C
Is another mangled MC opposin' me
Two gyal on my side, me in the middle
Into a foreign like Lidl
Bad B I call her a smiggle, yeah, she wan' wiggle
I'm a P.I.M.P., left her brain in
(no),(no)
And not a day go by us,
We don't get higher than the telephone wires
Cut your telephone off we ridin'
Where phones don't roam they don't even
that rode
I'm the one that didn't fold, all them other niggas hoes
Out there standin' by the pole, sellin' dope to buy some clothes
'Cause I knew
then I have achieved it (Uh-huh)
But niggas ain't listen
Don't fuck with a menace (Nah!)
Master P no limit (P!)
Wise guy John Lennon (Lennon, John)
Yeah
two
Come on, yo Cease
Come on
Verse One: Lil' Cease
I'm the one they call Cease, did you get that?
Peep the John Hancock, P.S. - let me hit that
stacks at her, throwin' racks at her
And don't worry 'bout it, girl, if I'm old enough
Just gon' do me a favor, girl, back it up
Back it up
Girl back it
a long time, you can tell I'm hungry (Like I said I would)
Grindin'
All my life; like I'm Skateboard P
Skateboard P
Pushin' P
POD
Real John C -na (Na na
time you get cruddy
I spit that Holy Hip Hop whenever I emcee
That is unless I'm preaching or singing like John Kee
But no matter what I'm doing please
to a better life
Like John P Kee
A lot of love and R-E-Ciprocity
Where I will be
But i'll still defend my own
That's how it be
Until I D.I.E.
Into a New
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