That's all you'll get from me Do all it separately cus the best MC's Always float to the top unlike the son of John F. Kennedy Chi forever be on Jersey
microphone is like Blow 'caine, one, pull the trees, you love us, yo So killers be cool, pimps, read rules When a grown man is rapping, it's Ill Street
to me, big microphone hippie Hit Poughkeepsie crispy chicken, verbs throw up a stone Richie Chop the O, sprinkle a lil' snow inside a Optimo Swing the John
a lady Bay-beh, bay-beh, bay-bee Ha! I make it happen, ladi de, ladi da When I was a boy I said "Oh" but now I'm a man saying "Ah" Cha cha cha, who
Die shit, it was aight, it was aight You know I'm sayin', that shit was aight, it was cool But my shit is more John Blaze than that, I got John Blaze
soul on the line For this life of crime, 2 5 forever shine 9 6 stay hungry, son, collect roughly While the streets change, me and my man remain toughly
Are you serious man The ice in the chain man the ice in the watch They must not know who I be We got the hood Preston in the building Don't start none
man, I been learned my mathematics Oh, oh, 02 cop them 06 Boy stop stunting if I wanted I could have your chick Don't get it twisted, Richie Rich, so
bucks You got your flashy sports car You got your trophy girls Man, you think you're a star You got your teeth bleached You like to play the rich game
Yo what up Term? (Chillin' man) I hear you doing yo thing man, let me hold something (I aint got it like that man) But I just see you on BET, I just heard
double-barreled like my gun Or does he have a pseudonym for fun I'm stunned by your logic of all for none Maybe he's a rich man's number one son But
melody be bland! R-i-p scrams yo, a hell of a man And that's my analysis, till I'm laid up with blood like diolisists That's my next son Chorus (cam
another, my microphone is like Blow 'caine, one, pull the trees, you love us, yo So killers be cool, pimps, read rules When a grown man is rapping it'
him man First things first man, you're with the worst (Fucking) First things first man, you're with the worst (Fucking) First things first man, you're
I sat beside a man from Hollywood, California on a plane He said he had rich and famous friends, yeah he liked droppin' names I said, "Well, howdy do,
times He fell asleep with his head against the window He said an honest man's pillow is his peace of mind This world offers riches and riches will grow
em all Chorus: scratches by DJ Spinbad J-J-J-John Blaze Ja-Ja-ah-John Bla-Blaze J-Ja-J-Ja, John Blaze "Johnny Blaze ain't a damn thing changed
are you serious man the ice in the chain man the ice in the watch they must not know who i be we got the hood preston in the building dont start none