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My degrees freeze consecutively like EPMD LP's
Lick off a shot and hit your fam' by mistake
So I erase the whole front row at the wake
I planned
I've been set up for less by the young And heartless
Lane switch, talk shit, chain on mosh Pit .It's safe to say I own shit, bet the Ten, take
Risks
Brutherz
Yeah yeah yeah
Ib ok listen
Ooh I feel like Johnny
I'm talking gotti
Don't run up on me
My shotters don't play that
Cause they catching bodies
I
is Diallo Brutherz
Yeah yeah yeah
Ib ok listen
Ooh I feel like Johnny
I'm talking gotti
Don't run up on me
My shotters don't play that
Cause
too you like
Chicken wings & rice
I was in Jersey made five bands came back to Philly & made it twice
And Johnny made ten then did it thrice
More money
on my seat
Ten-thousand-dollar toe rings, featured by me
Bitches know it's time out
They be fucking me so good, I be like 'Time out'
They want to fuck
supplying gas I'm by the oven in the kitchen
And they gon keep on buyin bags don't need no government assistance
Live illegal Johnny's mad I really ducked
harmonicizatiumal purposes, while de ones with de m.b.a.'s hit de lobby 'n sell some shit, 'fo de customers over-run yo' ass! me
Le, lil' guy, go get yo' rubber girl
I've been hit by a truck
I've been stuck, I've been fucked
But that shit didn't mean a thing because I didn't give up
And now I'm busy keeping busy
fo' - do
Any one of my cars or truck made by Lincoln
Peel out on every block - wheel rubber still stinkin
Don't run up on me too quick, you better
Pull up with the stick, let it hit
Pull up with the stick, let it hit
I put this on the ten, I'ma end
His life, no beginnin', fuck a friend
Bitch I'm
by the way
Why you trying to play that mack for?
If a nigga gotta pay a triple X hoe,
Then you gotta be a hellafied nympho
Open up let some air
She caught him in his sleep, hit him with a hammger
Then she sold her car and she bought a gun
Johnny Law got her on the run
Another broken bottle
rap shit
Get blown off the face of the Earth by the G.P. click
Whoever wrote the book on hip hop we revised it
Now adapt to the Shaolin chapter
White Hot's the new black
I'm takin' ova ya block
Started as a hip hop star
Tore it up as a Rockstar
But now Johnny D
Be the X-Rated Pop star
"What about
live my plug he got em too cheap
I ran off he still front me nigga too sweet
I just hit a drive by wit bro we was 2 deep
I just got some head outside by
on the 'Tech
Workin' like a stain, I can't get attached
Wrist a Johnny Dang, diamonds by the batch
Hoe'n so official, raised like a champ
Certified nigga, hit
Gimme that Dunkie Butt and them big ol' legs, I ain't 2 hard 2 beg
Ain't no shame in this game, I'm gonna break it down and beg like Johnny
of Bill,
And Johnny's lads stand very still.
With the thumpire's shout, they all start to clout
- there's no guns in this gentleman's bout.
Georgie moves
Everybody wanna go against Books
Go run it up! Life is a mother-fucking piece
Of shit madness and I think it's better when
You're feeling it's crashing
Cause
I might just run up a bag in this hoe
I might just run up a fade (oh no)
All of my niggas they stay ten toes
Fuck nigga, out my way (out my what)
Hit
of the Johnny-Jump-Up
After leavin' the third I came out by the yard
Where I walked into Brophy the big civic guard;
'Come 'ere to me boy don't you know I'm
turn fabolous (yes)
How can you make me better, when I'm fabulous
Ten step graduate, you still in pre courses (hahahe)
Johnny Storm with the torches
as he hits the dough
Put the cat out in the hall and rumple up the room
Go by Doctor Keller's, tell him you swallowed some perfume
Tell him we need him
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