know Lil' John, Eastside Boyz and yo boy Sean Paul Let me tell ya like dis here boy They callin' me to come back to the streets Sean P, A.K.A, or Sharp
mind ready, for this big dog who hold a nine steady I'm John Blazin' when you see the arms razin' Shit crime heavy already, I keep it sharper than the
we ball hogging like we balling for the heat I did it first for passion, man this shit least cost a G Warner Brother TIG, turn this bitch to Dawsons creek Poppa Johns
's and tecs, you no threat It's the beat, how you get your cake don't matter It takes heart, the lyrics been replaced with the swagger I stay sharp enough
a crowd drippin' like John the Baptist, it's The 'cause of that "Oh shit!", the skits I kick, flows like catfish And got many M. C. on the blacklist I'm sharp
We bigger than the Jews.. bigger than the Irish.. you can run the whole fuckin country! YOU could be the next John D. Rockerfeller "Nobody noticed
grease Let the fully blast May he rest in piss Miss smash up outta there I brought them boys, but I shoulda brought it like a concert Fool's still alive, John
John Barleycorn must die They've ploughed, they've sewn, they've harrowed him in Threw clouds upon his head And these three men made a solemn vow John
John Barleycorn must die They've ploughed, they've sown, they've harrowed him in Threw clouds upon his head And these three men made a solemn vow John
you dissed yourself, So drunk that you nearly pissed yourself, And if you come wak you risk your health, I'm the one that made LL ring the bells, Sharp
time Cuss me out and it'll feel all right Hesitate but don't refuse The choice was yours but you said choose The look she used was green and sharp Stabbed
you I suffer much pain Sharp glass migraine For you I'd lose my focus For you I'd swim a swarm of locusts John frusciante: You show me everything You
John: She don't like her eggs all runny She thinks crossin' her legs is funny She looks down her nose at money She gets it on like the Easter Bunny She
He could have been you He could have been me He could have been anybody But he was born lucky, lucky He made his first down payment On a sharp Italian
, pocket full of sound Ashes to ashes, y'all niggaz goin' down I'm on a suicide run, y'all niggaz know the outcome Razor sharp tongue leave scars in
Yeah Country boys, nappy roots Lil' John, king of crunk Y'all know this was comin' Damn playa, here we go Whatcha gonna do when we pull up in your city
lands with a sickening thud His head is surrounded by ravens The plague has progressed to his heart Best that you meet him clean shaven Cos his razor is not kept sharp
vow John Barleycorn should die. They ploughed him in they harrowed him in threw clods all over his head. And these three men they swore and vowed: John
