Temp2uece - John lyrics

[Verse 1: Temp2uece] Ok, now big ups to Army for puttin' me on the feature We runnin' the field, y'all sittin' in the bleachers She wanna know my name, so I'm a teach her Yo..................................... So, let's sit down and learn a lesson Some of my team, I need to start addressin' Shout out to Flame Gang, no suwoop, though Royalty, we run the game like 90's Nintendo We the best? Oh, yes, we know Y'all come up short like the fin on Nemo Somebody lied, I told the truth My only murders are in the booth We go nuts, like Babe Ruth Y'all group should improve Because we're better, Alaskan weather Trotman City gang, all in this together Yeah! [Hook: Rick Ross (Lil Wayne)] I'm not a star, somebody lied I got a chopper in the car, ugh! [3x] (Yeah, load up them choppers like it's December 31st Load it and co*k it and hit them n***as where it hurts If I die today, remember me like John Lennon Buried in Louie, I'm talkin' all brown linen, huh?) [Z-Mane Talking] Ok...... I guess I'm up next.... Z...Mane..... Alrite, look.... [Verse 2: Z-Mane] They say they're gettin' money, but they're not gettin' dollars, though Mess with me, I'll have em fall like Dominoes Hatin' on me cause I'm ballin' on another planet Tryna stack his cards up, I think I'll call him Gambit X-Men, might as well be Wolverine Everybody stop and look when Z-Mane hit the scene These bustas just some beetles, but no John Lennon Pocket stayin' obese while their jeans skinny Yeah, Polo with the snapback to match Your girl thinks that I'm a main course and you a snack She said that I'm a G and that's a well-known fact I get a white girl and make her fade to black Ah! Z-Mane! [Hook] [Verse 3: Armyboy] Mess with my crew, that might be the end of you That's just what I freakin' do, you don't like me, I don't like you Three boys in the game straight runnin', I ain't Kevin Hart, so this stuff ain't funny Laugh at my pain, that delete your name, you don't really want it cause I'll give it to you, mane Tired of the hate cause I'm tryna get the love, Hip-Hop's in the dirt, so I'm tryna get it up So I say "that's enough" cause I really had enough, man, these people ain't tough, more like rubber ducks (Quack, quack!) Naw, I'm done with that, talk smack, then get smacked I'm not Ludacris, but get back, we run the game, you just got lapped k** rappers, get hit, bang, bang Boy, you wasn't with me shootin' in the range! Naw, they wasn't with me shootin' in the range And they ain't gon' be with me when I make another change They say they're big bucks, well I'll turn em into change Maybe then a dime could be your girl's name It's a shame, how bad I gotta do em Tiny as flies, that's why I always gotta shoo em Yes, still one of the best, raised in the South, but born in the West My words are the bullets, you ain't got no vest, so have fun taking 2 shots to the chest Do it for my town, I'm O-City bound, when is your time? Not now You have just been shot down, never welcome in my town I turn their smiles around, I'll make em say oh someway, somehow I'm tryna lounge but they keep trying me Why you think the Rap population is slowly dying, G? I'll burn the atmosphere, call me global warming That's just a warning, the skinny boy storming Me, Z, and K.O. make these people turn them tables Your room in this game is bout as big as a stable Compete with us? Man, you know you're not able Just face it, your music's pretty tasteless I don't listen to you cause that's time well wasted 3-man nuke, turn your city into a wasteland May your soul rest in peace, Lord, amen