You just a face in the crowd like packed bleachers Huh, you better rock a sleeveless Freddie Foxxx, Trademarc, John Cena breeze through Y'all are fuckin divas [Chorus] [John
Sway and the rest of the Wake Up Show for keeping hip-hop alive on the radio Yeah, youknowhatI'msayin? Yeah Kevvy Kev, Vinny V, Rock B and John in the
look on Ghetto chef rock your vest when you gettin your cook on Dedicating this song to Scott LaRock, B.I.G. and 'Pac Kwame Ture, Betty Carter and John
who isn't afraid of birds [Bobby Digital] Welcome back to the temple of hip-hop and Sword Kem'po Lyrical rhyme nympho, b-boy Bob Digital Diamond crystal
this year I can feel ya'll, it's all about the dollar bill ya'll Move too fast my dog might have to kill ya'll Hey yo b-tape pad and pen, rap shit Arm
here (uh-huh) Uh pussy-nigga, it's gon' be a long year (c'mon) No fear, I have none (uh-huh) Why the fuck have fear? I got a gun And if you run I'ma buss
the tounge And then come the she my homey's m-o-m what (m-i-e) Yo, and to think from day one in my eyes I show fear cuz I stepped into his house his
man Incredible how you can See right through me I'm the invisible man I'm the invisible man It's criminal how I can See right through you John Deacon
Tercüme: John Cale. Pastoral korku.
(Paul D. Fitzgerald - B. Tyler / Paul D. Fitzgerald - John Stage) This German morning of winter grey and street lights The mist is warning - the day
"Big up Boston!" [John Cena] Yeah whassup baby? We gon' do some things right now Show you how we do 'em in the Bean, y'knahmsayin? N.Y. representin,
the shit the bomb smack Word to Crack, the god body, the hard body, the realest ever The John Gotti, this rap shit, will it kill me? Never [Notorious B
Rock and CL Smooth) [Chorus] down with the king for years, about ten of 'em recruiting suckers, Mac and Mike, and makin' men of 'em tears and fears