Lyrics:
live the higher life
When we get to heaven my testimony will be
Like that of john the Baptist when Christ shall look at me
And say Naz P you're a burning
the nigh�me Shinin' in the moonlight Shinin' in the moonlight I can see
Welcome to Paris Dimes in the nigh�me Dimes in the nigh�me Shinin' in the moonlight
good, everything I spit, all hood
And if ya'll gave me one wish, niggaz, I wish ya'll would
Who John Blaze? Uh, when ya'll gon' learn huh
When I burn
Advocated by the few who do live it
Bloomberg, make a nigga cop the Mossberg
Shorty ain't a shorty, he a Shooter like Wahlberg
Old man told me, don't be,
Happy holidays
Let me come here and talk to you
I gotta stop sayin' I'm not doin' this shit no more knowin' I'm cappin'
(Great John on the beat by
confuse you
The fact is Meth, I'm harder than bottles made by Yoo-Hoo
Wu-Tang, welcome to the House of Flying Daggers
Where the truth aim, flying out
shit, these niggas is bitch
Pass me a cigarette quick, shit is finna get thick
Your man'll get split by a brutal and critical hit
With identical dents
muthafuckin devils tell me
What a nigga ‘posed to do
(Ahem) She could lick my John, not with her spoon R.I.P. to pops
Had to think about it
So to pay my dues,
John slowsilver03
Trial
Sticks by my side, I got another one
Heard my brothers had no blicks so
I went and got 'em one
Too much of these tricks
I
Nigga meet me by the bar
Bridge:
Shake it off shake it off take it off
break it off break it off make it soft (4X)
Brrr (we be clubbin') uhh (uhh)
stars
They know who we are (Where we going?) WESTSIDE
Nigga meet me by the bar
[Bridge: ]
Shake it off shake it off take it off
Break it off
I'm much too much for any demon style to master me
From the thought's next bridge to the hell's gate lyrically
detonating
Sparking M-80's
a clock,time a tell, this nati boy live as hell like Channel 5,9,and 12, met a that behind the shell, she told me I was fine as hell, pulled off on my bike she
Nite, yeah
Ayo kid, for years I've been into rap
Writing funky rhymes to get my name on the map
And by now I know I'm hitting
'Cause I say a rhyme
and gentlemen, Mr. John Brunderson!"
I don't correct him - instead I look over at Bruce, hoping he'll give me the "way to go kid" eye.
But he's fussing with
the titles
Now instead of Chaka call me Nat Turner with the burner
Freedom fighter for this revolution, fuck a wave journer
See I be what John Wilkes Booth
changin the titles
Now instead of Chaka call me Nat Turner with the burner
Freedom fighter for this revolution, fuck a wage earner
See I be what John
you restin', the Armaggedon sets in
Left him with so much stress (T.S.), blessed him with no regrets, yes
Welcome to Hell, son, the threshold of death
right
By the haters, fronters
And the phonies
And if I only met you that does
Not mean that you know me
And just 'cause you took a picture with me
Doesn't
stars
They know who we are (Where we going?) WESTSIDE
Nigga meet me by the bar
[Bridge: ]
Shake it off shake it off take it off
Break it off
en sudor (oh)
Yeah
Welcome to the remix (ok)
Farru
El Potro (El Potro Alvarez)
Rein
Venezuela (Farruko)
Puerto Rico
A mí me gusta, mami
(We'll take yo' shit and think nothin' about it
We'll take yo' shit and think nothin' about it)
Let me welcome you to my world, Chevy's and dirt roads
I'm much too much for any demon style to master me
From the thought's next bridge to the hell's gate lyrically
detonating
Sparking M-80's
All I know is one day that Babylon will be fallen
They welcome me into Jerusalem
Eighty niggas highly crucial by Ham
I got my .45 by my side
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