war, lawyers and attorneys trying to hurt me Indeed I, feel stressed Clutched my shorty's chest smokin' C.I.'s Truth or die, shoot the five, uncivilized
to do, you see. Questioner: so you're putting courage, also, into the world? John: we hope so. Yoko: i hope so. John: okay. Stay in bed! John
mad stacks, show that I'm on the right track, like Amtrak So stand back, cause I'ma make whatever it takes to shake Jakes, and shoot snakes, and bake
me? Feel it, uh, yeah. It's World War nigga. It's like a deadly game. And me and my niggas in it to win it, ya heard me? World War nigga. Check it. Feel
for the basketball figgas Gigolow, live with two hoes, John Ritter Arm litter (bling!), microphone tormenter I'm hungry as FUCK and I came to eat If you came to shoot
basketball figures Jiggalo men wit two hoes, John Ritter Arm lit up, microphone tormenter I'm hungry as fuck and I came to eat If you came to shoot Doc
that's control, I keep my head high, hand pon cock and pockets swollen, you foldin, you faggot ass fuck [Dom Pachino] Yo farotion never fails shoot at
to be 'oh no' Serch rides the rhythm, but it doesn't have to flow You can be beefin, and not be a Tom Go get skins, and don't have to be a John I can
calypsos Yo, me and you, meet me by the two A war goin on, that's involvin the crews Bring both your arms, Rel and Moose down in St. John's I wish my
don't brownnose 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
Michael joined the navy at the age of 21. They sent him to Virginia where he learned to shoot a gun. Whoa Whoa. Whoa Whoa. He's on a big boat now. He
out, "It wasn't my time!" I loaded up shells, one by one, you smelled blunts from my room door Little Nasir was at war And little did I care what you
now your family's in black attire with mad desire when we caught you in the line of duty you had it in your mind to shoot me but every soldier of my kind
percussion All the Planet Battery packs combust and malfunction, what kid? [Chorus x2] [Sticky] Holy shit!! Who the fuck is dat? [Method] It's John John
stress Still I ride to the death, love hip-hop Cause Afrikabababa was def, a lot of respect Feel Me? Fuck to the rock Sean John jury I got the same hands
hear that big trunk bumpin', yeah that's Runt Dawg System knock harder than the cops at your front door Muhfuckas always talkin' tough like they want war
dirty dirty boy, dirty b Wordy wordy free, dirty boy Yeah that's me My father specialist 5th class Thornburn John A A Vietnam war hero, green berret Thaught me how to shoot
breath. 2 hands on the revolver. Cock the hammer. Don't pull, squeeze the trigger. John Hinkley Jr. My hero. Shoot straight, next time shoot straight. Next time shoot