Lyrics:
fit
Now this is a smash hit
Produced by Scott Storch
The effort I'm gone put forth
I'm ma blaze a track like a human torch
In H-Town we do it up
Chop
a good clean fight
But Johnny’s been blindsided and won’t be goin’ home tonight
Seems some numbers on some papers wrote in disappearin’ ink
By money
on the race and you ain’t wit me
You looking at a killa,I don't even use a mask to do it, spit with no permission I don't even gotta ask to do it/ actually
verse
Cause he learned them all
When he was young
As time passed
His ego grew bigger
So full of himself it's like
Johnny ate Johnny for dinner
And now
his song
Watching the world go by surprising it goes so fast
Johnny looked around him and said "hey I made the big time at last"
Don't you know
two shits
(Aye) So don't act stupid
Bitch nigga don't act stupid
Me and my niggas is ruthless when they pull that thang out
Its gonna do something
you lick me right
I'll do it all night
Only got fucked by a drug dealer
Never felt the real passion of a thug nigga
Though I like the way you
Scream
Bad Boys
Bad Boys
In the mix
My love
Now you’re lying lonesome
With visions of blue
Vision in you
Again you let your heart go
And when ever you do
It’s
a green light turns to red
Ooh why can't you see ooh Johnny B
CHORUS.
The situation's tight
You are billin' by the night
Can't choose between the wrongs
greater
Save a fellow kin by sayin chill today to witness later
I don't need nobody but myself and the Glock I hold that's all
But if I wanted, it's like
gonna work? You know you owe me too much to stop."
John said, "I got a little workin' to do but I ain't goin' by your clock."
People said John was
Woke up, then got rich
Ratatouille, I be in the mix
Pull up late, and I'm still getting paid
It don't matter, the time of day
Niggas hating, we not
you walk with a shotgun
I got new for you, your days are numbered, son
Why don't you get yourself a job?
When your kid grows up, do you want him to rob?
who
I will never miss you
Diamonds on me ice cream, dripping need some tissue
I don't wanna do a song or kick it like jujitsu
Nigga like GQ coming
Ya'll better make some room
Johnny's made his way into town
If you got some cash, unlock it
Take it out your pocket
It's going to a greater cause,
But some do come, you want to scrap or what?
If not stay back, cause I'll Roll You Up
[Break - w/ variations]
(That's right Mix, roll that sucker)
Had him a temper but kept it level
Everybody called him Wilkes
Why did you do it, Johnny?
Nobody agrees
You, who had everything
What made you
need more ashen clouds
He went portable now, too poor to perform how
Do you illuminate a sky when the limits the ground
Johnny, you never making Holly if
then you gone give it up
Hit up Johnny dang I tell him niggas need a double up
She like Vanna I need a camas
I don't want her
Why is you playing me lil
for it because I
Couldn't see you could do this
I lot of rappers they come by
And they got their writtens ready i know
And sometimes they give you shit
right up in my Visa
If she act up and don't act
Right I cut her off, i don't need her
I mix that flame with that rock
Put that pain on me (Oh)
I mix that
Pass me the rock and I'm scoring it
And I be balling like Jordan (23)
And you know Johnny important
Gotta run up the bag right now, I'm tryna pull up
on the door and it was opened
By a brown-haired girl and a baby with a teethin' ring.
I said "I seen you somewhere before
But don't stand there and block
Anyways, this song was written by our friend Glen Shirley
Um, hope we do your song justice Glen, we're going to do our best
Inside the walls of prison my
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