Little John was an infant prodigy. When he was 7 he went to school; his knowledge and talent were amazing. From year to year his great mind was developing
't matter who's hot, who's out Bad Boy is back for good now Aiyyo, I'm fresh off the plane Tryin' to get a little bit of stress off my brain M I A, Dom
wind beneath my wings Oh, well he is"} Quarter to three There's no one in the place except you and me So set 'em up, Joe Got a little story, I think
perky But little did I know that the chick had herpes Tried to kiss me in my sleep I got up and screamed Chick had a cold sore that looked like John
stages in my mind, and it's all an act All I'm tryin to do is keep my pockets fat With this pimp game, and these funky beats Now here's a little story
gangster, now he?s dead His brother took over, ain?t no sweat Bought a new drop-top white Corvette Now he?s buying keys, making G?s And all the girls
't believe this bitch works at the cleaner's Bringing me home diseases swinging from Obie's penis She's so deceiving, shit this ho's a genius, she geed us That's
the curtain and one thing's for certain You're cozy in your little room The carpet's all paid for, God bless the TV Let's go shoot a hole in the moon
Knahmtalkinabout? Uhh, yo Story of a little ghetto boy, check it out [John Legend - overlapping BT's last two lines] Yeah yeahhh Little ghetto boy, ohhh
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
yo I will not stop runnin' 'till I'm winning the race I can't live with myself being in second place [R.A. the Rugged Man] Ay yo, here's a little story
is Diplomat Records, man Ya'll can't fuck wit us, we can go to war for years Let's do it, man, nuffin', man Yo, yo, these stories I spit, I seen 'em
's hope for peace, let's hope for peace, peace - let's hope for peace, peace - let's hope for peace. (peace, peace, peace, peace...) Peace - let's hope
Someone's taken four innocent lives They never caught the man He's still on the loose It seems he has done many many more Quotes John Milton on the walls in the victim's
it's almost over But it's only on the rise Calling calling For something in the air Calling calling I know you must be there The story of a woman on
moves all the way to Biloxi That's what's playing at the Roxy What's in the daily news? I'll tell you what's in the daily news Story about a man bought
ear. The ears, he said, are vestigial fetuses, little versions of yourself, one male and one female, and he showed me here's the lobe, that's the miniature