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slapped by his sister
And that's probably gon' kill they mama
So I'm sorry Ms. Jackson, I'm sorry Ms. Houston, sissy
Might shed a tear but ain't no sissy

Say What

Method Man

Tical 0: The Prequel [Clean]

2004

Zone out, with Sean Combs and bizzy-bone out (I see you in the club)
And by one, I'm gettin' thrown out
Mami, got her toes out, ain't one army can

felonies gone
Cover stories, John Gotti, celebrity door
These niggas coon, shuck and jive
Ain't concerned with the ghetto
Illuminati celebrities who worship

the King - Crocadile
Who ah the clone - one boss
Who ah the deck deck - gang

Shut your mouth up p###y
Bout man cya change their voice
P###y what me just do

notorious)
Gambino, John Gotti (notorious, woah)

Niggas jumpin' out their prams goin' crazy
I be like, "It's all good baby, baby" (baby)
They wanna' see

Michigan
She say she love her man she misses him
But nobody do it better than her distance dick (me)
I'm her long distance pimp
When I land my bitches

Aaliyah, 4 page letter
And you lookin' at a pot of gold
Runnin' my city like it's cardio, I do
Tell her
Bring it back show me that it's working
Drop to your

Aaliyah, 4 page letter
And you lookin' at a pot of gold
Runnin' my city like it's cardio, I do
Tell her
Bring it back show me that it's working
Drop to your

me happy buy yourself a Sattle
Unlike my sister Stacy when she lost her papa
I been there, gettin stroke and nothing to trap-uh
John could do, when

to the nickel
I need 16, two and a quarter
Workin' my soldiers, playin' it smarter
No hand to hand, I ain't takin' orders
Do it like P, label QC
I'm tryna

invite me to no parties, like broski, what do you mean
I got a preach John 3 16, I'm redeeming the time that I lost in my teens
Who would've thought that

Pass the Courvoisier

Busta Rhymes

Genesis

2001

Oh yeah, I like this, ladies and gentlemen
The time you all been waitin for
(let's do it, do it, do it)
This is a Bad Boy, Flipmode collaboration

you know
If you say I'm not that New Wave we can go toe-to-toe
Put your hands in the air
Oh that's old news
But I still don't care
Do it for the views

the shade
Like john Lennon
I got green by bottle it's brilliant
Bad lil' bitch on my side
Look brazillian
Heard it's snakes in the grass
They chameleons

Yeah, 31
It Goes Up edition
And I brought friends this time (let's go)

The wicks lit fire it up like a John wick clip
Rip shit rhymers are hype

I know I need the Bible
Blessed by your word, it's like fire on a candle

Just wanna praise, worship and give thanks
Imma run to you like Tom Hanks

sharp foot like i'm John Bones Jones, kid
Tomahawke chop, red bone in
Grab yo bitch, lay nuts on the ho chin
Only thing for me to do is go in

Yo I got

Ay, and that's good commotion, ay
That's good commotion, ay hold up
Man that's Krispy way, that's team
Man I worship God, all the way back since kid

fingers, fractured toes
Cracked ribs, infused my own contact lenses
To my eyes
I don't think he's gonna make it
No
No
What do we do
I think you know
I think

your neighbors green grass, 
But I'm sure its astroturf (God)
(Repeat Chorus)

Copyright John P. Redmon Music (ASCAP)adm. by Reaching Records.

niggaz by the twenty
And shootin' by the fifty, ain't a damn thing funny
Matter fact, man I'm a do anything for the dough
N.Y.'s finest with llamas

like a pilot cuz I am a fly guy
Every beat I hop on is seeming like a drive by
Fly by when I arrive at the function
Show up when I pull up, I am such

hemorrhage and so i further take onto my challenge and so i continue that this what we do song flu ballot procedure —->JOHN (aka Sporty-P.M.Studios) oooh its

Bitch with an ass walkin by so I rate it
Thick never lacks in the thighs and the fake tits
Rip in the chat cuz I die from amazement
Whips that I pass