Letras:
John Sharp

easily trespassing Nickel nine shine on your eye then you see fire blastin Get off my premises A yo Lord is you a friend of his Mouth him back to John

the fox, nor loudly blow his horn And the tinker he can't mend his pots Without John Barleycorn, John Barleycorn, John Barleycorn, Barleycorn, Barleycorn John Barleycorn, John

big grin with a Mac-10 Rope, katana, and then I skin 'em All beige suit made out of white women With the red lipstick dancing to John Lennon With the

your hair behind your ears Your tears, your silly fears I'd be your Teddy bear You'd choose the clothes I wear For you I'd suffer much pain Sharp glass

like John the Baptist, it's the cause of that "Oh shit!" The skits I kick, flows like catfish and got many emcees on the blacklist I'm sharp as a cactus

', if it ain't dough, gotta go Some didn't listen 'til my gun went BLOW! [Inspectah Deck] Yo, thoughts sharper than a Japanese Kitana Ninja coma, pirahnas

' sho', if it ain't dough, gotta go Some didn't listen 'til my gun went BLOW! [Inspectah Deck] Yo, thoughts sharper than a Japanese Kitana Ninja coma

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

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