Lyrics:
I'm john wick when I kill the pussy (Bang Bang)
Now I write my music like I'm Claude Debussy (Owww)
Pulling bodes pants down
Aiming at his hands now
remember how hard it is on
The block. (Yeah)
Every time you turn around
Somebody got shot
Oh,
But I'm still here.
I'm still here.
Another homie got
I've been in the kitchen with the plate
Fuck around and hit it nigga then I gotta skate
Hop up in the whip, my destination getting banked
If it ain't
Hello, limoncello, it's gon' take me to the summit
Mello with the steeze and you know how I'm comin'
I just copped a P of the finest
I'm on all green
Don't got ice on my neck, it just turn to water
Smiling, she just hit the lottery
Turn it around and make it a robbery
Shit don't bother me
Make my
have knots dress like a bitch he Tyler Perry
I pour up 4by4 hop on these tracks like Michael Cherry
I see a O p p I P o p
Thats on my daddy
Knock off his
Yeah, please Don't Be Alarmed
By The Far Footsteps You Hear
Coming Up From The Rear
It's Only A One Man Army
Carter, Me, That's Who
Eh, John Just Let
want it all at the door
Fuck heat, Sheek walk around with an oven
Who you gonna kill with that little Foreman grill?
How its gon' look when I come
[ Play ]
It's the P-l-a-why, just here to say hi
Askin you may I, tell you 'bout the day I
Picked up a microphone, a pad and a pen
The legend
pick you up someday
Around 5:30
How about that?
You know I'll roll through the town in my John Deere tractor
We can get freaky-deaky if you want
John
at these pictures, just so sloppy
Couldn't have been me, I do my shit like John Gotti
Feed the nigga to the sharks after dark
Man fuck this shit I thought
by…
Jack, John, Jill and little Mickey P.,
they helped me put your wheels back on.
We drove all night, drove till the morning lights
when the songs
violent
It's simple: BDP will teach reality
No beatin' around the bush, straight up, just like The P Is Free
So now you know, a poet's job is never done
still takin' rappin' for a joke
A passing hope or a phase with a rope
Sometimes I choke and try to believe
When I get challenged by a million MCs
I
in silence
Why my last jam was so violent
It's simple: BDP will teach reality
No beatin' around the bush, straight up, just like The P Is Free
So
V.I.P. but ain't no bottles in my section
I just make the music that the models be requesting
Smooth when I walk
Don't hit me with no phones calls
I don't
Ayy, lil' mama bad, she bustin' it open Ayy, girl, turn around, let me see somethin
Ayy, she stick her tongue out while she lookin' at me
Oh yo mama
to advanced , I been in the game for a minute now
Said she hungry, so she come and get it now
Then she turn around and let me beat it down, I told my brother
you having?
Run with the sack and I go hit the hole
They calling me Quavo McFadden
No John Madden, I play the game (Madden)
Look at my house, take
high
Yo.. yo yo
I don't brownnose out of town hoes
I'm up around fo' with the crowbar to the five point oh
I get bagged, I'm John Doe, suspect
You
hold on imma free one
Beat that boy down turn-by-turn final fantasy
That boy 2 deep in he drowning in Hennessey
Let that boy dream of his final meal
keep a stash safe kid, when I proposed it made her face big
She keep me jigg, glorifying medallions
Got me in clothes made by Italians, feed me
to the t'cha
Come mi say come to the t'cha come to the t'cha come to the t'cha
[KRS-One]
Me bus' upon the scene around 1986
A few hit records got me started
So DJ KRS has come to show dem the way
I always call you females by your name, not "Hey!"
Cause "Hey" will only make a real woman turn away
Unless
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