been striving This trip is a task to long I insist you do the driving Will you go where youre steered? Do you call your boyfriend Little John? Do you
-Your bigger than the Jews -Bigger than the Irish -You run the whole fuckin country -You can be the next John D. Rockerfeller -Nobody noticed us, nobody
Practice talk about practice Skills sharp just like a cactus Streets'll knock you from your axis Ski Mask and gun scare tactics One not hosted by Mor'
already know how we do it homeboy It's A-Town (105 road for dem hoes) It's A-Town, Attic Crew you already know (East side for dem hoes) Lil John, East
Kong, We'll be singin the song Bring it on, bring it on, bring it on It's a sentimental journey, Presenting sentiments of resentments that'll burn me Unearthing our sharp
easily trespassin' Nickel nine shine on your eye then you see fire blastin' Get off my premises, a yo, Lord is you a friend of his Mouth him back to John
your fuckin life You don't any means to make fuckin money [thug] What? What the fuck you talkin bout mayn? [Keith] You fuckin stupid, plantella Adidas motherfucker [thug] Saturday Night Live, John
great white shark, I'll rip you apart, My state of the art lyrically laser is razor sharpe, Slapter the brian matter of my enemies, With the same bullet projectory that mudered John
look around The boys are fielding on home ground The steeple sharp against the blue When I think of you Sam and Andy, Jack and John Charlie, Martin,
Sweet. Meet Tony and me at ten. And walk tall! A-RAB: We always walk tall! BABY JOHN: We're Jets! ACTION: The greatest! ACTION and BABY JOHN [
do ya mean I don't pay rent? So why should I have to suck it? I'm so fuckin (Thuggish Ruggish) I'd rather fill my mouth with sharp-ass teeth so we both
who was there It was me and John and Paul Best friends you ever saw All for one and one for all It was me and John and Paul It was me and John and Paul
I need this time Me and my girl together Yeah Saturday night Oh yeah Saturday night Lookin' at my watch Tappin' my fingers Wishin' time would fly Gonna look so sharp
outstandin' Tug of war, with the poor, rich, and scandalous Road runnin' bandit, race against advancment Style winds 'cause storms when I perform I'm a parker John
the fuckin' crack rock the body count and the crime rate Notice the life and death cycle Why they whip them with the rifle Like Malcolm X and Stokely Carmichael Sharpen
She don't like him talkin to blondes Girls in town ain't used to men like John Another waitress sets him up for free Ain't that good lookin but he sure
you apart My state-of-the art lyrical lasers is razor sharp Splatter the brain matter of my enemies With the same bullet trajectory that murdered John