Juwan Howard I drop the bomb when you want test the Don power It's on dude, I warned you before the wildin' My team some sick cats fresh from Ward's
I come through black sombrero What? Two in the holster my code names Daryl Ride off in the sunset Stark in the barrel My boots on my horse named White Boy John
{u. n. l. v. talking} Wusup! to my nigga kel, third ward is the motherfuckin' house Mac melph calio, r.i.p. pimp daddy, kilo ya with me, wusup bryce hahahaha
if you're too slow I catch you on the downlow (Oh no) Oh no, you mean The Kid, shit's real I ain't no John Wayne, these niggas gangbang The Four Horsemen
a mother and they searched for a father And they searched till they searched no more The doctors put to rest their scientific tests And they named me "John
t ready for me I hear you talking shit, but pussy nigga I ain't worried But now they like my dick I take the help and keep it whipping 'Cause deep down south fifth ward
cop the ack, you know his numbers ain't match He still runnin tack jobs from the days of way back And look at Jose, is wild now, gave birth to my first child And they move John
heard me, it's Lord Chopper City Ya heard me, your little brother ya heard me I representin' the band ya dig to the death New Orleans the third ward
insane ward and Mary's on welfare Charlie took a job with Ford and Joe took Freddie's wife Charlotte took a millionaire and Freddie took his life. John
hundred hoes with no clothes comin' out my birthday cake; did I fail to mention everything I say is kinda fake? It's how Mister Ward escapes when the
old lady think she pregnant I ain't got no cash for her She probably fucking another nigga I wouldn't put it past her My mind got me murderous like John
m that nigga, I'm that the nigga Who that with that say they can't sell, boy? They from third ward, I'm from 12th ward For y'all [Incomprehensible] The
Witches in the st. bernard projects, downed a hoe And it's sad cause niggaz claimin 3rd ward 9th ward and niggaz claimin 10th ward All my homies be dyin
and I say the same shit with a gun up in my face I ain't scared to die, bitch like I said before, hoe 3rd ward, I'm from that motherfuckin' calliope
percent of what you made? You a sucker, a clucker, so stop rappin' hardcore You hip-hop motherfuckers and stay true to the gizzame Be about your paper, nigga fuck the fizzame third ward
morgue But if you're too slow, I catch you on the downlow Oh no, you mean The Kid, shit's real I ain't no John Wayne, these niggas gang bang The Four
(Latimer/John McBurnie) You're looking nervous at the dealer Money goes like sand Slipping through your hands You're leaving everything behind you Wave
processed in Fifth Ward, Texas We sell so much of this until they want to know what we put in it OK, I'm gonna share this recipe with y'all Hey John,
