"JOHNNY BLAZE" lyrics
Picture me standin'
Drum from [?], it's jammin' (Ayo)
No parachute, I still land it (What up?)
I hit the ground, it earthquake, I take no damage
They shootin' at me tryna kill me, I'm the man, bitch, uh
Ghost Rider, Ruff Ryder, homicider
I get emotion thinkin' 'bout all the dead biters
You done seen a lot of shit you not supposed to saw
They done took his nose bone out and used it as a saw
They done shot him ten damn times, let a nigga eat with straws
That shit you can't ignore, said he want beef, it's raw
And I'm never gon' turn my cheek 'cause if a nigga wan' see, we saw (A nigga wan' see, we saw)
If he take my eye, then I take his leg and we take his jaw (Take his jaw, baow)
If it's tic for tac, then we'll run in his crib and we take down the walls
If it's tic for tac, then we snatchin' your kids and we killin' your mom
I'm the soul snatcher, cold bastard, the road snapper
Cold clapper, the known master, I fold massa
They preach at me about gravity while I float past ya
I got a coat with coco and the .44 backup
Better call backup, the police won't catch us (There he is, right there)
Codeine Snapple, hit your Adam's apple (Uh, nigga)
I put some ice on my watch, I'm like the Puerto Rican Jesus (Ayo)
See me and freeze up, I'm ABC, you need your P's up (B-baow)
Know I'm the chef, huh, my recipes like Little Caesars (Huh)
I'm servin' cheese up, this nigga sneeze, got allergies, huh? (Ayo)
I line the fiends up, knock on my door, they want a re-up (Hurry up, man)
But not Christina, she took Christina, had a seizure (What?)
She want her money back, I told her, "Girl, we not IKEA" (You too lucky)
She said she called the police, I'm like, "Girl, you got a fever"
How you gon' call the police while you tweak off Justin Bieber?
There go the police now, they askin' questions, say they need us (I ain't talkin')
So I paid a pimp a little change, now we slide (Okay, we good)
Okay, like I hate jakes, but he got us if we Ruff Ryde (We good)
What's wrong with a lil' dirty, ain't shit dirty in my cup (Blaze)
What's wrong with sendin' birdies out, you know it's all on us
Drum from [?], it's jammin' (Ayo)
No parachute, I still land it (What up?)
I hit the ground, it earthquake, I take no damage
They shootin' at me tryna kill me, I'm the man, bitch, uh
Ghost Rider, Ruff Ryder, homicider
I get emotion thinkin' 'bout all the dead biters
You done seen a lot of shit you not supposed to saw
They done took his nose bone out and used it as a saw
They done shot him ten damn times, let a nigga eat with straws
That shit you can't ignore, said he want beef, it's raw
And I'm never gon' turn my cheek 'cause if a nigga wan' see, we saw (A nigga wan' see, we saw)
If he take my eye, then I take his leg and we take his jaw (Take his jaw, baow)
If it's tic for tac, then we'll run in his crib and we take down the walls
If it's tic for tac, then we snatchin' your kids and we killin' your mom
I'm the soul snatcher, cold bastard, the road snapper
Cold clapper, the known master, I fold massa
They preach at me about gravity while I float past ya
I got a coat with coco and the .44 backup
Better call backup, the police won't catch us (There he is, right there)
Codeine Snapple, hit your Adam's apple (Uh, nigga)
I put some ice on my watch, I'm like the Puerto Rican Jesus (Ayo)
See me and freeze up, I'm ABC, you need your P's up (B-baow)
Know I'm the chef, huh, my recipes like Little Caesars (Huh)
I'm servin' cheese up, this nigga sneeze, got allergies, huh? (Ayo)
I line the fiends up, knock on my door, they want a re-up (Hurry up, man)
But not Christina, she took Christina, had a seizure (What?)
She want her money back, I told her, "Girl, we not IKEA" (You too lucky)
She said she called the police, I'm like, "Girl, you got a fever"
How you gon' call the police while you tweak off Justin Bieber?
There go the police now, they askin' questions, say they need us (I ain't talkin')
So I paid a pimp a little change, now we slide (Okay, we good)
Okay, like I hate jakes, but he got us if we Ruff Ryde (We good)
What's wrong with a lil' dirty, ain't shit dirty in my cup (Blaze)
What's wrong with sendin' birdies out, you know it's all on us
