went fast - dead end run money gone - big mistake rising sun - bigger headache go go johnny go! go motherfucker go! right - wrong - what - got it no no johnny
rap villian, my new profession Who wanna see me at eight deep, f**k 3D You coward a*s motherf**kers'll never see me Bustin with automatic straps, my raw raps like good crack
comin when the feds snatch 50 Just my luck Johnnie Cochran passed Right before the crackers come snatch my a** I'm the Don King of crack, the Pretty Floyd
Good love, good love) You wanna know why, you ask me why (Why you trippin'?) (Good love, good love) You wanna know why, you ask me why (Why you trippin'?) (Good love, good
Eye liners and what I make up will fuck up your skin I pick the buck up and buck buck and buck buck again I will butt fuck your friend then suck up her
't nothing but a lazy bitch Don't wanna give up the crack to the black But you call it racial, if we go and break the ho' But eat 'em up yum and your
be like wait up , yo I'll call you cause no one knows what Johnny Richter's got chronic but when it's cracking, we be the toughest motherfuckers that's cracking
America Or I could slow down like the man in the Bronco and get Johnny Cochran to be my lawyer Ohh Sonya, hit her on the Motorola If I get locked up
You be a good boy and don't drink too much I'll show you something, maybe one trick Later on, maybe a couple more So step right up and put your music
, I forced it (That's right) Paragon style, I'm fly with it, might be what'chu want With good taste, put you in a good space Sat back, check her shape, good
Intro: (E-40 and Method Man) Uhh! Hey Meth Merchant! Method Man Meth, what's up boy? What's upper? Trying to get my ones up... Crack Alley Studios mang
lazy bitch Don't wanna give up the crack, to the black But you'll call it racial, if we go and rape the ho But eat 'em up yum and you're floored Motherfuck
liners and what I make up will fuck up your skin I pick the buck up and buck buck and buck buck again I will butt fuck your friend then suck up her twin
I make up would fuck up your skin I pick the buck up and buck buck then buck buck again I will butt fuck your friend then suck up her twin I put the buck up
But Johnny had a habit And it wasn't smoking crack In the wrong place at the wrong time He took a bullet in the back Johnny was Johnny was Johnny
["The Wu-Tang Clan will rise again There are many of us, working for the good of the Wu] Tang" "Die!" *sounds of fighting are heard* Verse One: Street