Lyrics:
neighborhood
Not bad meanin' bad but bad meanin' good
Time flies by with the boomin' system
Shot by my head, I popped back and I missed 'em
So I kept
slain
The air's full of smoke and death and all kinds of pain
And we're haunted by the whistle of John Hess' train (Haunted by the whistle of John Hess'
the 17th and
Couldn't even find ya come to find out
That you were fat mouthin' and you's a ho
The only time you seen the 17th is at a show
Jealous
do well
Can tell by the nails you frail
We can battle till your girl big ass feet out them Channels
[PMD]
Aiyyo my brain attack this hip hop shit
dies by this disease
In record numbers indeed
Got momma's crying out please
My baby hold on
My child ain't done nothing wrong
Still I want to holler
Ask
pimp shit I make and then I break the hoe
I'm tired of the glocks I'm bout to buy a choppa
I'm breaking down them P's she thought I stayed with rasta
I'm
the world fuckin' with big John
I'll knock his brains out if he got it on his mind
Lonely, lonely baby
Lonely, lonely baby
A lonely, lonely baby
the pint, dro by the pound
Niggas know what I'm talm bout when I say it's goin dine
Doing doubts on your block, just know John is showing out
Your bitch wanna
first
(I hope they ready)
A lot of p**** n**** talk like bro
Little runnin' they mouth
That is till run in they house
Put the gun in they mouth
a cake-a-ho
Always gotta break a ho, down to the fucking floor
You step up, I'll let you know
It's MOB, BME
P to the I to the M P
No, I'm Southside
Sorry,
P Diddy:
What's Going On
Jermaine Dupri:
Tell Me
P Diddy:
People Dying (yeah)
People Crying (uh huh)
Lord help us
Bono:
Oh Mother, mother,mother
Yeah
Allegedly, they figured out that I'm the secret recipe
The baddest hoes gon' test the E, then blame the high for wantin' sex
I never wanted
Prince, James Brown
Logic be walkin' out on stage in a white blouse
With two tigers next to him and dolphins behind him
Overnight, we ain't make it
to the C-H
clright
P to the S to the Y to the C-H
I sneeze, you bless, I ask “why you calling Jesus?”
Pleased with the jest? Pass by, don't greet him
[Jeff]
Let, Let, Let's Go
[Announcer]
Calling all cars, calling all cars
Be on the lookout someone has stolen the D.J.
Agent F.P. get
so pick up the pace
Word to grimy niggas, they want to stick up the place
Word to hiphop, plus a crib that's laced
Primo's breaks, activate
that P
P-funk got me goin', ho, I'm blowin' on Montana pack
Blunt just put me under but that snizow put me back on track
Bustas blinded by my smoke,
roadside casualty armadillos on their backs
And owls and bats fly out of the his eyes into the blinding horizon
Despite the solitude of his dear car he
ROUGH:
When you got it like that
And your woman's running 'round with a baseball bat
HARD:
Try to play it cool when the girl's all know you're an out
of Christmas cheer
I just need to catch my breath
Christmas by myself this year
Calendar picture, frozen landscape
Chill this room for twenty-four days
Another day, another day is passed
P-Town Ballers we was built to last
Another day, another day goes by
Sitten round the house hangin out ge'n high
Another
the revelator and I'm blessing
Revving up the beat with my confessions
In love with the rhythm never flexing
Flying out the Rover if you test me
John
the playa's door
(She on the floor) surrounded by them playa's and thugs
(She on the floor) the girls gone wild in the clubs
(In V.I.P.) Got dough with
deez otha niggas
Out here ackin' scary like dey in a haunted house jus' kee' playin' wit it
But it ain't a game ain't a thang grab da thang and send
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