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In YOUR LETTERS
By Gordon Anderson and John Covert
and too much John Wayne
Like coming on the scene
Of a train wreck
Are you the devil or my
Demon brother
Well you got me by the wrist
Well you got me by
Salthill or Mallow
I stood like John Wayne by the wall
Lined up like cattle, we waited to do battle and fall
You can't wine and dine her in an old Morris
into Voltron
Cold, my heart built with a snowball
And I fuck old women like Zohan
Roll on like Michem, Barry Bonds this bitch
When the beat start
and make up
Even with the bitter cup
Forgave my brothers and drank up
Did everything but gave up
Stab my back, I can't front
Still we win, we prayed up
oh Sam
Oh, oh oh Sam
You're my main man
You've got a mum by the name of Anne
And she has got a daughter
And you're brother Simon, well sometimes
of a white Chevy Tahoe
She's a little up there, down here
Puts a little King James in my John Deere
Thank the Lord the girl's got my back
Hangs her halo
And let a real MC collect dollars
The true crew and few come from Hollis, Queens
And by all means necessary
My vocabulary is very extensive,
and go to war
He punched me in the arm to say goodbye
It was the first time that I saw our father cry
I kept all my brother's letters tied in ribbon
tip, shit was sweet
Trent was a fly nigga, John Boi a live nigga
Treach hung with Ugi, you my heart till I die nigga
Herb was a trouble maker RK a money
B.B. Bumble and the Stingers, Mott the Hoople, Ray Charles Singers
Lonnie Mack and twangin' Eddy, here's my ring we're goin' steady
Take it easy,
the soul
And we gonna do it a little somethin'
With three subjects like this
Subject one is about a brother by the name of John
Who was sellin'
gonna be alright
Speak up on it baby we gonna be alright (fully loaded)
I want you to know this is we - I'm bigger than life (I am my brother's keeper,
the wedding begin
Shot by an arrow of cupid through the string of a G-clef
My dear, I claim you're def
And if you can hear me, by golly gee
Trugoy is ready
an attack by an unknown enemy
Huh
Yeah
Huh
Uh
.44 bulldog, my motherfucking pet
I point it at you and tell that motherfucker, "Fetch"
I'm fuckin'
the town called "The City of Dope"
It couldn't be saved by John the Pope
So go on, live your life of crime
The beat'll keep beating while I say my rhyme
funk
Shit gets out of hand, I got a TEC in the trunk
Let's flip the ill shit, kid, yo, he looped it
Hardcore, straight to make you brothers act stupid
at what your brother did
Here, he did away with me
Stay until Wednesday
And write me a childlike letter, pretending
At war here in Thursday
Let's
about her past
Her ass be looking good inside the leggings
But I notice that she missing all her edges
I run the game just by running with the felons
at what your brother did
Here, he did away with me
Stay until Wednesday
And write me a childlike letter, pretending
At war here in Thursday
Let's
shit about a pile of bricks to show
He ain't nothing but a number, unknown John Doe
That wanna flow, here it is, coming up shit's creek
I come to throw
playin' catch
In the foreign doing burnouts (let's go)
Had to get a burnout phone to sell dope
One year 'til my brother get out (let's go)
Gotta sip
shit about a pile, of bricks to show
He ain't nuttin' but another, a lone John Doe
That want to flow, here it is, comin' up shit's creek
I come to throw
the wedding begin
Shot by an arrow of cupid through the string of a G-clef
My dear, I claim you're def
And if you can hear me, by golly gee
Trugoy is ready
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