) [Chorus: Forte'] They Got Me killin with them They Got Me sinnin' with them Smokin' drum, holdin' arms, bustin' guns with them They Got Me fearin
Because of all the things that I bring with me Only G O D could be a king to me And if the G O D be in me, then the king I be The microphone is granted
My LP was completed before John Forte, Sporty Thievz and Pras but too many secret fans had they hands in the pan When I got to Philadelphia, everybody was waitin for me
if Biggie and Pac never got shot And they both still was rulers of hip hop And Puffy and Suge was roommates from college And Big L never got found in
' like they really love it Hell, last night, they were dancin' on the front row of my show Drinkin' beer and screamin', ?Sing Shove It!? You know, even John
Aiyyo I'm standing at the bar with a, Cuban cigar Guajila, Guantanamera Hey yo John Forte, she's eyeing me from far Guan-tana-mera Guajila Guan-tana-
, John, Elijah, Jacob I make the kind of green a hustler dream Bustin' out the custard cream Viper custom piped up with the mustard seams Clustered green Fort
Christ John, Elijah, Jacob I make the kind of green a hustler dream Bustin' out the custard cream Viper Custom piped up with the mustard seams Clustered green Fort
county, the killers they all surround me I'm losing my nigga slowly Poppa Large make him proud of me If you see Nemi then tell your people to see me I
on now This is what they wanna hear right here Come on, a come on now This is what they wanna hear right here Come on, a come on now This is what they
that ain't enough action I got seventeen pages in this little magazine I keep We got this place rocking beat knocking, non stoppin' If y'all all with it let me
AKA John Mickens AKA John Mickens AKA John Mickens I'm the king I floss rings, the new John Mickens Uhh, I'm stayin' rich and keep the haters bitchin
old He says, situation's thick, there's niggas after me It ain't no stopping them, until they capping me (naw) Hold the fort down, I.ll be aight, I.
What kind of dough they get, and how they handle they biz How they connect with Jamaician niggas who speak American And how they chains swung a medallion iced out pelicans And how they
fort Gotta hold down the fort Gotta hold down the fort We gotta hold down the fort You gotta hold down the fort We gotta hold down the fort You gotta
, John, Elijah, Jacob I make the kind of green a hustler dream Bustin' out the custard cream Viper Custom piped up with the mustard seams Clustered green Fort
, ah, yeah, come on) Send me an angel in the morning, baby Send me an angel in the morning, darling Send me Muhammad in the morning, baby Send me an angel
they want They want to sex me, they think I'm sexy I know what girls like, girls like me I know what boys like, I know what they want They want to sex
