Lyrics:
Yuh, yuh, yuh, yuh, yuh, yuh, yuh, yuh
Johnny Kane, bitch
I be up early getting money
Nigga, no, I'm not a dummy, nah
Spraying shells out the Glock
[Johnny Blaze]
So what we smoke cancer sticks and weed and all that good shit
Fuck the world, word up
Sunz of Man, Method Man, True Mast',
Johnny Cash is dead
And Bob Dylan's busy
This story I'm about to tell
They'd tell it better than me
But Johnny Cash is dead
And Bob Dylan's busy
So
her nose
The theme song will not be written by Jim Webb or Francis Scott Keys
Nor sung by Glen Campbell, Tom Jones, Johnny Cash
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her nose
The theme song will not be written by Jim Webb or Francis Scott Keys
Nor sung by Glen Campbell, Tom Jones, Johnny Cash
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Step by step yeah I'll never stop
I've come too far to be quittin' now
So I'll keep on going till I reach the top
Listen to your heart, coz it speaks
to dig up in my pockets
It'll be a catastrophic little situation
And I'll be leaving him laying dead
And gone all in his own piss
Father bless me: Jesus
with dirt.
"It must be dead," I said to her,
as I turned to leave.
"No, it's alive," she cried. "Just before you got here,
I swear, I saw it
help, I did this shit all by my own
Gotta keep on going, they say life is not drag race
May not be the first but I could never come in last place
Pockets
Let's cut the pie five ways
We came off with two mil, kid
Noodles
Fast
Rollie Fingers, no doubt, coming through
La Cosa Nostra
Johnny Blaze
Lou
Let's cut the pie five ways
We came off with two mil, kid
Noodles
Fast
Rollie Fingers, no doubt, coming through
La Cosa Nostra
Johnny Blaze
Lou
the stomach
I put my hand to the sky, I sing
Grateful for the blessings you bring
Thank you for the ones I love
Forgive me for the times I was
Down
A leech I'll never be
She a treesh all in them streets
God gave a god one to me
Might go and by her a ring
Hope that god can come and save me from this
packed with all these lame lil motherfuckers
Everybody wanna be a hard stopper
You won't find too many riding out without a chopper
They end up dead
you might start to spit
You nice Lord, sweet daddy Grace, wind lifted
On the dance floor, makeover's free followed by gauze
Duncan Hines monument
you might start to spit
You nice Lord, sweet daddy Grace, wind lifted
On the dance floor, makeover's free followed by gauze
Duncan Hines monument
it was hempacillin
Yo chill kid lamp kid, chill kid you livin'
Aye yo JB hit me one time
[Verse Four: Method Man]
Its the Blaze that be Johnny
Not
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be framed by any other man.
She tried to run away, that gun in her bag
the pistol shot, just by mistake
sweet Lucy now is dead
Oh Sweet Lucy, oh Sweet
When i'm dead, will someone notice that i'm gone
No one will tell, cuz i've been living all alone
Nothing to do, staring at an empty phone
Only
one place
Working for paydays, I wan be head of state
I am a Top G, Top G, Top G
And they call me Indigzzz, Indigzzz, Indigzzz
Grateful for
of that message
And I'm just excited to be able to share it with you
Hey, justified me, glorified me
Paid my ransom and I've been redeemed by his blood
Go
My hearts a sled
By dogs I'm lead
Moms was broke
But mouths was fed
Laws was broke
They called the feds
She don't know
Don't be mislead
If she
Dead crosswords puzzling your delf
See that's what I'm talkin bout
When you take the Johnny Blaze
And you take that game and you plug that here
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