God rest ye merry gentlemen Let nothing you dismay For Jesus Christ our Saviour Was born upon this day To save us all from Satan's power When we were
account ten digits and it's all 'O's' I floss the most shit, fuck the most hoes Come on, you can even ask Don Juan It's official now, they all rock Sean John
You was your Momma's little angel, Daddy's little girl They used to fix your hair up in pretty ribbons and curls Your sex drive was much deeper than the rest
I gotta live If money's the root to evil then fuck it, I'm an evil bastard You know that diesel acid when it reach the masses I swear to God, it'll burn
, toast your coast Reppin the east, west, north, south Now it's all about the terror squad, ghetto superstars Extra-large players like kareem abdul jabbar Word to god
the ghetto God Big Pun will be here, forever We brave in the heart, p-p-p-playin' a part, amazingly smart Remember Pun? That's the ghetto God We brave
up the road For them boyz on the block yellin' "We base blow" Watch where ya at 'cause they will tag ya toe Liberty City'll leave yo? ass John Doe Licky
man I just don't know No, no, no, no, no, no I'm as cold as a cold wind blows I don't knowblo, blo, blows blo, blo blows Oh, oh, oh Fuck it, I'm a loose
drugs and I fall back P, ain't a problem that the God can't handle I set it off First Blood, Sean John Rambo Whoooo, as you can see, I'm focused Boot
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
becoming a top ten you dreamed of getting cream, best believe I'm John Deere ?, earth tones in the winter Purp rolled in a rillow I am on my John Lithgow
and If rap was hockey I'd be Gretski, puffin Nestle And ya'll niggas done started something Acting invincible like you god or something If you god, then
Nino at the Carter Heard Tec got murdered in a town I never heard of By some bitch named Alberta over nickel-plated burners And my bitch swear to God
at the Carter Heard Tec got murdered in a town I never heard of By some bitch named Alberta over nickel-plated burners And my bitch swear to God she
gettin' outside yourself, boy You're gettin' outside yourself Well, I scrapes the neighborhoods lookin' for odd jobs It's hard livin' like God in a world full of Bobs John
glocks Wit 17 shots [Gun shot] Cops Swearin to God, we sell rocks [Repeat 2x] [Verse 2: Kid Frost] I'm still standin in the sunset Hand on my pistola Little John