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(Great John on the beat by the way)
Shot, everything dead
Four more shots to the, huh, huh
Four more shots to the, huh, huh
Four more shots

John slowsilver03
Trial

Sticks by my side, I got another one
Heard my brothers had no blicks so
I went and got 'em one
Too much of these tricks
I

I'll be there
I'll be there
Oh girl I'll be there
I tell you anywhere
You coming and
I'll meet you there
When you rain on me like John p kee
That's

Felicia
You kno
We gat receipts
No cap
Swerve
Hundo P

Look who doing doughnuts in the Bma 
Blaq Carrie moving like Tina
FU move John Cena
Crip dancing

Born in a hood then my mum moved me out of it
Grew up in a new hood now i wash my mouth with it
Move me to the sea side to get away from knife crime

then you John Doe
My niggas will shoot at your feet
And have all you niggas
All doing the mumbo
Shout out to my niggas
Wit the red bandana
Keep me

[Wyclef]
(Come on)
Root to the fruit
More bass than Bootsy Collins
You verses me
Thats like Ali verses Foreman (a-ha)
God's act, stand back and watch

game, damn, forgot I got a warrant
Got in, laid down, then start snorin'
P-O kickin' ya door in, for in the mornin'
You blockin' my lane-lane like John

Bitch I'm locked in from LA to LV
Im the hottest shit smoking since THC
Its Tha mother fucking Duce
Abbreviate me

I wake up in the morning
Wash my face

so icy
Callin' me Saweetie

I'm Busting Out
Ain't calling me E.A.
Play The Sims 2
A wicked whim on the D.A.
Might mess aroun'
And set me up a P

got a warrant
Got in, laid down, then start snorin'
P-o kickin' ya door in, 4 in the mornin'
You blockin' my lane-lane like john stockton
With

an habit
Get a grip
They call it P Town
The city where the lights are never turned down I can see
Dimes in the nigh�me
Dimes in the nigh�me
Shinin' in

like a movie call me John wick
Galil's  and K's shoot thru the bricks
You play with the king
Shit can get thick
I get ya slain
I sent a hit
Send my lil

Glocks and the beams with me (Great John beats, baby)
Look, look
(Great John on the beat by the way)

Tell 'em, "Bust a move," got them things

sniffed till I'm wired
I'm just saying how I feel cause
This shit got me tired
I'm exhausted, by my street hustle
But it costed
Death that grew around in my

To wash the pain away
I need a smoke break
To wash the shame away
Damn
School ain't teach me shit bout credit
I learned that there from my mama
'Cause

potato/
Got em liminated/
R.I.P the marathon got me still running/
Fuck a nigga fuck a gang/
I need me a Lauren London/
This shit got me more than bugging/

John, John 
You ain’t need to say the X

Audemar wrist, Audemar wrist (yeah)

Saleen, Saleen, Saleen, Saleen, Saleen 

Saleen, Saleen, Saleen, Saleen

over the place, beautiful Coca-Cola shapes, all ass no waist, me like no way Jose ok, Pon Pon P-Pon da Replay, this is my jam DJ, erybody go crazy when

wonder why we stay strap with a extra clip
Cause death around the corner 
Can't let him catch me slip 
On my block niccaz hustle and rob to live
By 19 we

You probably want me to rap like them other niggas
But I ain't hard for me to smile whole summer I had to wash up in that sink
Two pairs of shoes for

like greek freak
Balling like PG
Run the floor like John Wall, keep the crowd on their feet
You better play tight D, when you facing me
I can pop from

I got P's
I got Bread up
I got cheddar
I got sauce
I been up on her good side
MJ I'm bad and I'm fried of course
Me and my team yeah we hot like lava

cool all my heart
Don't sneak around my girl
Cos I get yours I go hit
Bit bit your pant, penetrate that thing
Lick lick your P.., go make me feel that