the old songs It takes one to know me I guess, you're the one We've lived out all the stories Sang all the old songs It takes one to know me And you
me Better take one and pass or that's that ass Your vital statistics are low and fallin fast Johnny Blaze out to get loot like Johnny Cash Play a
me too Sold rocks, all nighters on blocks catch cases...shit me too That's the story no one ridin', nobody can tell it for me Mumma workin' double shift
one God knows where and there's one in Japan Was a hundred degrees you got shit scared and ran Well Johnny go easy Johnny go fast Johnny come lately and Johnny
dead of night I think I found the one for me Take a look at my life, all black Take a look at my clothes, all black Like Johnny Cash, all black Like
to the canvas Scandalous, made the metro panic Cause static, with or without the automatic And while I'm at it, yo, you got cash, pass it It's drastic
Wu thousand nuthin' but hardcore we tryin' to get land riches and more Ghost put me on to it we just do it, floss or whatever Take care of the business
I rhyme for cash I'm glad to say goodnight to Johnny Carson And brother, where you rub it 'fore you catch the magic in your Johnson Honey dips, money grips I know
it pronto Do it like that, just like that Do it, do it like that, just like that Do it like that, just like that Bounce it from the back, let me hit it
a moan, "It's the cursed cold, it's got right hold 'til I'm chilled clean through to the bone. Yet tain't being dead, it's my awful dread of an icy grave
be happy to know that as you saw me go, I was singin' this song: We'll meet again, don't know where, don't know when, but I know we'll meet again
another one She wove a red cloak so regal to see She's made it for a king's son I said and not for me but I knew it was for me She wove a pair
it don't let the money become you you take it and revolve it no matter how you get it you hustle and go get it square stick with it make sure all the
you naked baby, one whole week Time for you to give it up, let a nigga hit it up Take in on or spill it up, swallow, don't spit it up Oh when, oh when
up) Young fly rich and every nigga with me pack heat, (we ballin) Somebody snappin pictures at me, (watch me) Plus I know I got the F.B.I. sick of me The cash
in my boots, and the hoody on the minks Stop sweatin me, you should follow me, I'm directing it Other fools break it down, I be dissecting it EVER since I made it
my daddy in me Got the genes of a soldier that man me, get it out Ask me, and I'll be gladly to let ya know what it is, the deal That's if you can handle
