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Closed the door and left me blinded by the light
Don't let the sun go down on me
Although I search myself, it's always someone else I see
I'd just allow

I'm kicking up dust on an empty street
Waiting for John, Rob, Brian and Liz
I've already been stopped by the police
They're getting kicks, I

the radio cranked way up loud
To where every water tower seen
Is touched by Joe Diffie's brush in John Deere green
I'd take a hit of potion or a little pill

for the sichy
All these bitches say they love me
But these bitches wasn't with me
I'm a mix of all the rappers
Mostly Gucci Mane and 50
I get coochie by

They Got Me

John Forté

Poly Sci [Clean]

1998

C.I.'s
Truth or die, shoot the five, uncivilized to B.Y.'s
Muffled lives, like a pit bull at will
Sit still, or you're shook real, why'all niggas need

his head like a balloon
Balling out like broski Tmac to the top that stuff real soon
Been running for my problems I need help g
I got 20 on his back

since day one
Making hits until I'm done
Late nights and no sleep
It's not what they want, but what they need
Ask the bros cause they know
That flame

And I'm like what the fuck, you know I mean like 
We trying to tell you sumn, a plight that we're going through
Tryna make you understand it by using our

Boy gettin off gettin off
Ugh...
Put my all in it
I’m a dog wit it
John Wall wit it
Don’t care who you are you can all get it
Clearly domination ain’t

excellence
Only head what's written from Genesis 
To the stellar visions that John received 
I'm full of flaws don't look up to me
For Rest you suckas better

excellence
Only head what's written from Genesis 
To the stellar visions that John received 
I'm full of flaws don't look up to me
For Rest you suckas better

Step to Johnny, and you'll be headed for a fall 
Cuz I'm gonna punch you in your fuckin' balls 
Oh, my Lord
Aw naw 
Ya 

Willows weep, the heavens

on the songs
POF do you see what I see
Do you see what I see
By the Holy Ghost
I see you like a sea
A very very big sea
Flowing out of here
And your music
Is

on my guys
Drop kick call me John wick oh my
I see your bitch passing by, oh hi
Boutta take her to the Telly break her back all nigh
Make a bitch fall in

to flee
Im by the bar to drink
Rednecks shootin like he john dee
Yo chick had a coma
Yo fightin yo mama
Im ending it on comma
Im goin out so hola

I fuck

your sweet love 
I know I’ll get it right this time
 
CHORUS 
Lyric by Gordon Anderson and John Covert

Lost hope
I use the drugs to find my soul
I don't need a bitch to make me whole
Yung drug bitch still fill up they holes
Didn't fuck with me when i

that drive a hyundai
She freaky as hell her nigga in jail but I hit it first like my name ray jay
Who are you fuck nigga i'm me
Terrance t big l4e
John

Check 1,2,1,2
Yo I go by the name of Shaun Lib, Shaun Liberated
The only thing I demand is an open ear and some respect
I hope y’all ready for

go... 
Hey what's going on
Why you got our bro 
Handcuffed in his front lawn
You need to let him go
Officer John 
I've  got my lawyer on the line
And he's

fast
running to you
Issa real love letter
for you, made a wish,
where the fucks genie
Where the fuck you at,
I need you by my side now

Shut da Fuck Up

Da Beatminerz

Brace 4 Impak

2001

You need to sh-shut the fuck up..
"Shut da fuck up"
Wha wha, Yea, yea
What, what, Beatminerz baby
Jean Grae, A.B. emcee, stay out
Yea take that,

Aiyen akworikwo
Nsi dodo?
Mma kop ke afusu ka
Ufok abasi
Afusu ka
Nyemi kop akem fo
Tan no min
Yan kop.

Am done with religion I figured out the lies

dirty

Fire part with no restriction, they exit early
Cause they fools in the kitchen
Without stress, Drill Kid, John Figgs, yeah
I walked inside and came