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4 My Niggaz

Jay-Z

The Wonderful World of Cease A Leo

1999

get gutter on this motherfuckers  why'know 

It's how we do it (yeah) 

Feel me baby? 



Yo  yo  stay away from 38  tech nines and shotty 

I

the birds, like an eagle
Traded away, that's a Michael Vick eagle
You just worry about yours
I'ma just worry about mine
Shout out to my nigga, Jerz
We

yeah
Ain't go enjoy the ride
Overlooked ain't go look away
I go blind when I got no vision
Yeah
I go blind when I got no vision
Yeah


I deform when I

avoiding me
Y'all ain't got loyalty
Loyalty
Y'all ain't got loyalty
Loyalty
Y'all ain't got loyalty
Loyalty
I heard you been talkin' that shit
Now look
No

OUTSIDE, FIRE UP A JAY
SEE THE CLOUDS FADE AWAY?
WATCH THE TIME GET AWAY
BY THE TIME WE FINISH TALKING
EVERYTHING 'ILL BE OKAY
NIGGA, LOVE YOU MORE THAN WEED

of me
Had it made in '83

Thinking about my brother Ben
I miss him every day
He looks just like his brother John
But on an 18 month delay
He's a-okay, by

hccker
As long as I'm your hccker
As long as I'm your hccker

HCCKER! HCCKER!
HCCKER! HCCKER!

Put your ds on me john F kennedy
I'll make you squeal, baby

finaly withers
Dies away

By no means is any biblical
Translation perfect

But we also know God
Uses imperfections
Inadequate

Things to his honor

And the sand in the sheets
Pure air and holy love
Our love is
Imaginary
No Longer


By John Finbury
Lyrics by Ned Claflin & John Finbury


2015 Green Flash

Don't Feel Right

The Roots

Game Theory

2006

I stand where the people got the heat in they pockets
You mesmerized by the calm nonchalantness
I spin a dark web on some John Hitchcock shit
If you

Don't Feel Right

The Roots

Game Theory [Clean]

2006

pocket

You mesmerized by the calm nonchalantness
I spit a dart, rub on some John Hitchcock shit
If you ain't speakin' your life, your rhyme's adopted
If

Don't Feel Right

The Roots

The Best of the Roots

2006

pocket
You mesmerized by the calm nonchalant-ness
I spit a dart, rub on some John Hitchcock shit
If you ain't speakin' your life, your rhyme's adopted

the bad smoke away and it won't come back
People always crowd and try and tell me how I'm feeling
I'm inconsistent, persistent cloud above no reason
Old

(Heuheuheuheuheu)
(Go sit down and drink your beer)
(What if I don't?)
(Then I'd have to put my beer down)
Haha, yuhh
John Wayne tryna kill me with

to die.
One look in your eyes, and we ride,
Pretty soon, they'll all be runnin'
Hold my beathe, let the bullets fly,
We're just gunslingers ready to die.

To requirements
Metaphors, I'm rhyming 'em
Whilst juggling a ton of shit
Ain't plucking on the Violin
Yea we ran by clowns
We live in the circus
Look around

all up
Till I dry, set fire to me

When you drive by, say hi to me
Nah, fuck it, when you drive by
Shoot me like five times till my life
Flat lines with

in his name, in pain I no longer wallow (John 1:29-33)

Washed away my sins, his commandments followed,
Received the Holy Ghost, do or die, the motto

And hear a sound that says I just locked my car
Talk to leadership and it John
Told him what happened and what goin on
One thing John showed me he care

like one of your projects 
You really listen to me in my pain
It ain't like you don't have nothing to say
And you ain't take nothing away
You are always

he'd look away and try to act polite
And hate himself for wanting her at night

Peggy Sue, she didn't know what to do, except that standing by her man

a soldier to do
The stink is making me choke
Turns out this war is a joke
Turns out the joke is on you

Ah, Monsieur Chris! Monsieur John!
You've come to win

Griffey
Look it's Alan Z, not Alon Z
Teach you how to say my name like Shang Chi
Babyface, she said I sang like Jon B
Now all I do is murder ink like

minute, second coming
Revisit John's Revelation, may you be blessed beloved
Look around your scenery again, it will be left with nothing
Every thing with