Lyrics:
trouble, we don't bother nobody
We're just some men that's on the mic
And when we rock upon the mic
We rock the mic (right!)
For all of y'all, keepin'
make me itch
My secret weapon
Here by my side
A sword named Gentrex
To cleave them where hide
Behold the spider queen
Right from her silky bed
It was the 29th of December, 1808
Andrew joined the Johnson family on that date
He never went to school because they were so poor
But, learned
(white)
Fuck a peace sign, you gon' get hit one time (bah, bah, bah)
I get that fish scale, turn it to hard white (white)
Live by the street life, that's
to the e-way
Or drive to Eastlake park by way of first avenue
Keep straight or go right
I chose to go straight
Go down by the lake
No traffic in sight
No cars
of Tic Tacs
Proceed to Tap Dat
Then I get my dick trapped
Oh
Walking down the road I see a cat flap
Tempted by the colour it's purple and I like that
When
Yeah, aye aye
Lil Tytan back with fuckin Bobby Johnson bitch, yeah
You are now listening to a Bobby Johnson beat
This is fuckin murder, aye
This is
Well there's old Johnny Johnson in Europe
And in combat regalia he's decked
With all the vigor that a young man could stir up
And all
happened so quickly, so quick, by surprise
Right there in front of everyone's eyes
Greatest magic trick ever under the sun
Perfectly executed, skillfully
ride for your nigga, right?
Now with hearses side by side, with your nigga right
Cause it been plenty nights I barely made it through this life
Niggas
right now”
Written By: Nicholas Benjamin Howell, Jonathan Johnson
get it right
For a cheap price, nigga, that cutter'll get your mind right
M.O.B. to a bitch
Made my hood rich
Quick cash, young money; it's that
what do you think?
[Woman]:
That was you having sex with me.
[Adam Sandler]:
That's right and thanks for stoppin' by. Okay. Well, until next time this
don't get fed up
My people rise, my people fight
My people do alright
My people walk with pride and
We're marchin' side by side and
My people laugh,
(So Much pain that I think that my peace running old,
Pastor Johnson pray that I make it through the night, Oh oh oh oh,
All alone abandonment been
co-operated
And they fall
Right out of the ship into the fucking sun
Made they couldn't even fucking run
We were blocked by Tara Strong after seeing it
She does
Amen, Amen as we gather today
In memory of Chris Johnson
I ask that you remain standing for the
Reading of the Word of God
2 Corinthians Chapter 1
trouble, we don't bother nobody
We're just some men that's on the mic
And when we rock upon the mic
We rock the mic (right!)
For all of y'all, keepin'
First man flies
First man flies and the second dies
First man flies
First man flies and the second dies
Come on by
And write your cries to Johnson's
with five fives, real fuckin' street ballers
Identify troubles with the first quarter
But I'm on the right path
At this rate, I'll be sellin' slabs by
wondered if the good lord
Jesus charged a cancellation fee
Auf wiedersehn, au revoir
He gripped his wit's right by their ends
For what? For what? For what
brothers everybody else is scheming
I could make that body rock, something like Dwayne Johnson
And if they talk then we gon give 'em shots, like Johnson
Never fussing over loyalty you know that imma ride
(i'm gon ride )
Grateful for what made me and the fam thats by my side
(by my side )
If you fam
get it right
For a cheap price, nigga, that cutter'll get your mind right
M.O.B. to a bitch
Made my hood rich
Quick cash, young money; it's that
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