Lyrics:
murdered her,
Witness the vision first hand plumping master of source of us
[Jim Jones]
By the, grace of Capo, in the moment of silence, in the mist
Then says the judge, says he
"Oh, for life, Jim Jones, I'm sending you
Across the stormy sea
But take a tip before you ship
To join the iron gang
a Doberman
Coming to see Cam, for some coke again
[Jim Jones]
Shit, it's the first of the month
Yo, I'm the first on the block for the cycle
A rock that is
Then says the judge, says he
"Oh, for life, Jim Jones, I'm sending you
Across the stormy sea
But take a tip before you ship
To join the iron gang
Cheech & Chong Skit:
Yeah, you pour wax on the table, uh huh, and you set it on fire
Jim Jones:
(Dipset) Uh, yeah (Uh)
You know (Let's do it)
This
mean he’s
With Nas and them if you don’t get
The gist of what I’m trying to
Tell you, that’s like my man, Jim
Jones, Santana and one of them, going
Ain't the type of nigga you can shit on
Hundred spokes, brick, chrome
God body, big bone
That's hard body, Jim Jones
Niggas know the sound of how we
That's hard body, Jim Jones
Niggas know the sound of how we switch on him
Finna wild out on a Tip song
Better make a toast, nigga, Tip home
First get
Ain't the type of nigga you can shit on
Hundred spokes, brick, chrome
God body, big bone
That's hard body, Jim Jones
Niggas know the sound of how we
[Jim Jones]
I grew up in the 'jects, five inch what I press
Fry way to hold a tec, live bait I'm so brazy man
In them pissy staircases, we just
a heedin' ol' Jim
So I started chunkin' it down the trail
As quickly as can be
I happen to glance back to find
The bear's chunkin' it after me
Shoot
I've
And trap by, Night
Eight to, Five That's my work, Life
Shout out, Jim Jones We all about, That vamp life
But thank God, That curfew's Over I could, Trap
(Oh Major, don't go)
Young Guru, Just Blaze, Killa
Diplomats, huh
Juelz Santana, Jim Jones, Freeky Zeekey
Hoffa, Dash, uh
Killa, uh
Y'all
How do you feel about that?
Cult Leader eh ha ha ha
Yea there comparing you, to you know like Jim Jones or Davey Koresh
You know that's real
head looking retarded faggot
Lets talk about how Jim Jones snapped on you
And AB had to step in cause
You almost got yo' ass whipped
Or how when you saw
Hehehehe...
Did somebody say umm...Fillmoe?
Mista Jim Jones could ya...please drop a verse?
(Dre Dog)
Nigga it's the J to the I to the M to the J-O-N-E-S
Nigga
(Oh Major, don't go)
Young Guru, Just Blaze, Killa
Diplomats, huh
Juelz Santana, Jim Jones, Freeky Zeekey
Hoffa, Dash, uh
Killa, uh
Y'all
(I'm Fresh to death!)
The foreign cars got they eyes poppin' (Damn)
And you can see the stars when the ride droppin'
Aye Jim Jones, (What's
Get zoned wit me, the crome you see
Dip set come home wit me
Uh...Dip Set nigga, Jim Jones, Killa!
Freakey Zeekey, Juelz Santana
the money
That's sweet, sweet love
Don't try it and even put some strychnine
Listen to the pronunciation of strychnine in this cool-Aid
This ain't no Jim
the money
That's sweet, sweet love
Don't try it and even put some strychnine
Listen to the pronunciation of strychnine in this cool-Aid
This ain't no Jim
soul
Yea in every lyric
I'm inspired by the thought
Of your next first listen
Some think it's ire
But I admire your brain twisting
I put my fire
to watch?
What about David Koresh
Jim Jones? Do you think
Entertainment inspired Kip Kinkel
Or should we blame the fact that his
Father bought him the guns he
the proof
I done sold the golden goose
I got 'em, baby, I'm Jim Perdue
Cocaine's Dr. Seuss
We sip Ace out the flutes
Chanel scarves out the roofs
If I
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