Lyrics:
on over
Wash away this pain in me
Sitting down with Hemmingway
Flying off on a memory
Walt Whitman swept me of my feet
Romanced by F. Scott
started by gunmen
Beatin' me, but I'm sworn a mark of secrecy
(I feel you soon), they will never weaken me
For the struggle, til my fate reaches me
yuh pants wicked dan Dorian
Me D to you P mek a collision kpam
Ring pon finger mek it official fuck pon di surficial
Love when you suck e john weh
surrounded by this shit
Make it I jump out of it
Boy if you wanna test me I'ma knock ya like I'm Holyfield
Stop it
Please just stop it
You the type a' dude
blasphemy, I fell where the jackals feed
God felt bad for me but cast me in the Caspian Sea
Satan gave the dragon his key, Wu-Family's the faculty
K.P., K.P
a gritty fiend for,
Money, power, respect, get it by any means uh,
New Yorker, slick talker, walk like a brick flipper,
Decimal doctor, multiply to get
Wash away all these pain
This pain I can't explain
This pain
Let the rain wash away
Of the broken-hearted
Stephen stoned to death
Of John The Baptist
808 Mafia
Money callin' me, trouble followin' me
I'm a street nigga and I'ma always be
And my momma know I'm good so she don't pray for me
I'm
good, everything I spit, all hood
And if ya'll gave me one wish, niggaz, I wish ya'll would
Who John Blaze? Uh, when ya'll gon' learn huh
When I burn
(Boy)
Acting though will only show the lack of confidence within yourself (Boy)
Don't know how to repair the damage done to me by your words again (Boy)
double C on my feet
Double G on my freak (ooh), Louis V by my brick
She wan' kick it with me, she better eat it then leave (leave, whoa)
She try save
Happy holidays
Let me come here and talk to you
I gotta stop sayin' I'm not doin' this shit no more knowin' I'm cappin'
(Great John on the beat by
Annie had never been happy
Not like them boys down the pub
She said I wanna be loved like they are
But not just by anyone
John said you better sit
laundry
Probably smoking a blunt, sippin upon a Don P
Now all these whack rappers is beyond me
And the fact they think they
Nice that alarms me
But like
gettin any
Oh by the way... you're too fuckin skinny
Why don't you go weep, and wash your stankin ass feet
while my vogues burn, up and down the street
to spend all night with me
(She want to wake up with Weezy-F baby)
Let me be the one that you throw it to, baby
(Throw it back ma, throw it back, throw it
like he knows me
Man got wigged last week and it's fucked because when he when he didn't leave no P
Left his mum in 10 bags debt, man got his family
to call
I burned a hole in the dining room table
And let me see, I guess that's all
Nothing else for me to say
And so I'll close, oh by the way
smells cheeb on me I'ma whole different person
Well I guess I'm goin' ta cheat, she understood the chat
Now call me when ya get there an' tell me where you
Why wasn't they able to control this?
I know some folk that live by the levee
That keep on telling me they heard explosions
Same shit happened back
[master p](talking)
What's up niggas?
I told y'all it's about to be on, nigga
We drop shit anytime we want to huh
Fell this nigga
It's real
Finding Nemo
Y'all stay Quinten on me, Tarantino
Roll thru, on my Dimelo Vecino
Then go inside, eat a lil slice, kill ya ego
The mushroom tea bro
Wash it
live the higher life
When we get to heaven my testimony will be
Like that of john the Baptist when Christ shall look at me
And say Naz P you're a burning
nose out of town hoes
I'm up around fo' with the crowbar to the five point oh
I get bagged, I'm John Doe, suspect
You ass like prime roastin', Calvin
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