Lyrics:
keep showin and provin
Play the sideline, waitin for the right time to take mine
Street crime, nickel and dime rhyme
Fuck a peace talk, let the gun
"Make It Loud"
[John Cena at a live show]
It's the joint baby, GOTTA MAKE IT LOUD [crowd cheers]
SO LET ME HEAR SOME NOISE FROM THE CROWD [more
Sean John fleeces
You never love the money like we love it
Pay the chick sucka, and let her teeth touch it
All Out
Bad Boy forever
news as
They report about me, we're in trouble
Are you saying that
No, wait, let me finish have you thought of
The chance I'm taking by
Speaking out
to push me back
I rip cats out of they suits, give them they hoodies back
I from the hood we stack back fist
"Ooh ohh ahh" is the sound of blackness
on that tag on yo' toe
Now who gon tell yo mother, her baby's under a cover in the morgue
Stiff as a log, sniffed out by the dogs
Son of a hard headed
Bronze Age, Iron Age
Weaponry in stellar form, shelter finer by the day
Live stock and vegetables in rows behind the hideaway
Mesopotamia out
whole diamond life existence begins from making something-
Out of nothing, like the back spring from that walkalm a thing,
( aawu )
Farmer John nappy
fruit.
And now Jesus stands before him
John hesitates. Did he recognize him?
Should not you be cleansing me? he says
Jesus says, Let it be, and sinks
She'll turn out fine
I let go I let go I let go
No starting fires
I let go I let go I let go
She'll turn out fine
Oh
The cat has got your tongue
The cat
The party's starting, the band is warm
Let's start the show
The people are here to see the cats
And dance with the flow
So let's get going the music
Coming out into the day and all that I can see
Is the red and white of the King's army
I'll meet with them among the pine
I'll meet with them by
Yo Foxy, shorty yo
Don't let that pretty shit fool you, yo
I didn't pay that bitch
This is for all my ballin' ass bitches
All over worldwide
lawry's
Make you shit out cowries
C'mon
Black-eyed peas
Will make a sister mean
Fight you for them
Until the grass ain't green
Cat scat cat scat
But that
Uh, check it out, uh
I steps in where the Mo's and the hoes at bay-bee!
Fuck all that pretty shit
Takin' it back to the gutter for you
Uh, check it out, uh
I steps in where the Mo's and the hoes at bay-bee!
Fuck all that pretty shit
Takin' it back to the gutter for you
life
Queensbridge streets at night even more trife
Hold me down son, never let sleep
Danger lurk
Niggas creep, doing they dirt never in peace
By my self
that my foe mack
Wearing out ya do mat I'm hurting commercialised acts
It's a wrap pull the curtain
Long John be long gone
I pop shit and pop more
him
They put the green light out, know how the game go
Niggas die for they colors, gotta respect the rainbow
Take John through the slums just to get
of his love of games
(He finished his set that night
By retreating to play
Galaga as John Mayer riffed on guitar) Now
As he spots
The original Pong, Super
Ok?
This what we doing?
I like this!
Let me talk em'
(Haaa)
Don't let these hollows from this 40 push your shit back!
(Haaa)
St. John's and Franklin
Nigga, you need to git up, git out and git something
Don't let the days of your life pass by
You need to git up, git out and git something
Don't
Nigga, you need to git up, git out and git something
Don't let the days of your life pass by
You need to git up, git out and git something
Don't
flows by myself
Pour more go go gadget
I'm in Slow Mo
4 More bars
I got double though
And a couple hoes
Running in yo door
Running to the dough
Running up
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