lavy everything in time so baby relize life just passed your bye (bye) -Andre Nickatina shit its paper mackin steel end up in a station waggon if John Lennon
Cops see them and run, don't want no drama Certain parts of the streets, the beast don't wanna part of Mortar, hood haunted like the Dakota Where John Lennon
by name. He cold calls the networks, retrieves all the funds. Then he scrapes his percentage when the programs are run. Who killed John Lennon? A lawyer, an agent. Big money
some truth No short-haired, yellow-bellied, son of tricky dicky Is gonna mother hubbard soft soap me With just a pocketful of hope Money for dope Money
Well it's saturday night, and i just got paid fool about my money, don't try to save My heart says "go! go! have a time" 'Cause it's saturday night, baby
the boulevard, Chris Rock ed the song For the hundredth time, they pressed rewind to the beginning They toast to the rhyme, the juice spilt from John's Lennon
some peace". Christ you know it ain't easy, You know how hard it can be. The way things are going They're going to crucify me. Saving up your money for
give me some truth no short haired-yellow bellied son of tricky dicky is gonna mother hubbard soft soap me with just a pocketful of hope money for dope money
worth then any amount of money? So i never let the money smash that from me People get money and them start can make money Is the money that making
beat they game tight Baby, get the name right, see G. comin' like a train light And niggas be don pretending But I'm armed and bendin', so they can get the John Lennon
Twenty-two inch rims to parachute out the Lex Coupe The rhythm hit 'em without the venom in 'em Pen'll scare them with the shit I pull out the John Lennon
by John Lennon I'm sick & tired of hearing things From uptight, short-sighted, narrow-minded All I want is the truth Just give me some truth I've had
(Lennon/McCartney) Standing in the dock at Southampton, trying to get to Holland Or France The man in the mac said, "you've got to go back," you know
pipes, cop mic's, say good-bye to your rocks I'm a motherfuckin star, the status of John Lennon Y'all are ordinary people, singin to John Legend Write
a dummy a call Get his money and ball (Whatever) Cats don't mess with ya'll, cause ya'll are dummies Cats fuck with me cause I tell, "Let's get money
when the night's fallin' down I wish I lived in Paris and dreamed in French each night And had a dozen children and raised them up just right I wish I was John Lennon