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Redman

Forever

1999

the most shit, fuck the most hoes
Come on, you can even ask Don Juan
It's official now, they all rock Sean John
Might have to change my name to strong arm

washed away
By alcohol and pain
I’m john but I’m not wayne
I try to be strong like him

Yeah, Yeah, Yeaaah, Yeaaah

without dispute
Let’s swing it out and make the insane sane
This one’s going out to John Coltrane

We take it back to the track though the playing was

The Table

Raekwon

Immobilarity

1999

Flavors for neighbors, Wallee's down to gators
The whole configuration stackin paper
Yo we do this, on the low though
If so, we runnin John dolo
First

In this twilight the idyllic way
That Santa captured his team shows strain
It's part and parcel of doing things selfishly

Chocolate covered sleigh

The Wall

Steppenwolf

Rise & Shine

1990

Crossing the line in the dead of night
Five years old and on the run
This ain't no game, boy, don't make a sound 
And watch that man with the gun

His law
I love Christ yet I fell this weekend (Ahh!)
I thank God for His grace in weakness

My little children
I am writing these things to you so that

can wipe a n*gga out, faster than the cops
and this unstable way of living just, had to stop
Half of my n*ggaz got time, we done real things
By

Hello, my name is John but if ya piss me off you get hit with a baton *smack* by my alter-ego Mac Automaton. I can’t control him, nobody knows what

paid the price
With his life that's important
If ya ask me why then I'll tell you yo
John 3:16 gotta read it bro
Walking by faith and not by sight

a room that's a womb for this mess.
Sick boy, sick boy, bitten by a tick boy,
Tell me how it feels to be buried while you breathe,
Stones and sticks boy,

done
I've been cooking up this song, can we get along?
Pretty lady you're the one and I'm never wrong

Chorus (John Morgan):

Everytime you're walking by

[Intro]
This goes out to all you ladies out there.
A lot of you won't grow up to be lawyers or doctors,
but you have a dream. And I think you should

"Letter to John Pace Seavering from Denis McCleary
Dated 12 June 1936"
Dear John
Yes, I'm writing
After all this time
 
How's the publishing game

sermon
And I ain't never got two things that match
Kool aid no sugar
So even if it was Twosday
Me and Debbie wouldn't be a couple
That's ham
No burger
This

about nobody
I just care about me

Ay pimpin, this for that trick mayne
Yeah, the one that laughed at me when I
Told 'em God was sendin' me a boat
But

1999

The Wilkinsons

Best of the Wilkinsons

2009

(Steve Wilkinson/Lawrence Corky Lang/John Heaton/William Wallace)

You called me by her name again
Thinking I was her again
When's this ever

Mack Attack

Too Short

Born to Mack

1989

Too $hort baby on the microphone and I'm mackin'

I'm not a wannabe pimp, I never simp
Since I started walking I had this limp
It was a cool type

dreams 
Holding all this love
Pages turn and the crops will rise
Thank God for every blue sky
I'm just so thankful for these days gone by

I remember when I

THUMBING

I was making my way across this land
Looking for a way I wasn't quite sure of,
I was going by thre use of my hand 
Hustling my way through

And it was never "how ya doin", never "can I help" 
"Can I share this wealth", I guess I have to make it by myself 
Could it be the situation came from

They can't get nothin' from me
I did some things, ain't gain nothin' from it
I was locked up when they put them chains on me

(Great John

Conakry by night,by night,
Conakry bad night...

Jealousy for me nowo,eeeeh
Come and give it to me I need some more,mmmmm
I go spend my money on your

words that he lived by
He sang a cowboy song about 
Ghost riders in the sky 
Yippee eye ohhh 
Yippee eye ayyy 

Ive a learned a thing 
From there and back