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smokin but I'm
Tryin to keep my poise
But if my momma tell me some'n
Missin from her jewelry box
I'ma probably be trapped by my
Peers in a jewelry box
I

Ayy, let me hear that ho Jeff
This the Intro Part 2
Beat By Jeff
This the 2, been overdue
Bruh, I'm ranked uno
AK with me, new money gang
Kel with

Ey you know what time it is, right, hahahaha
Khaligraph Jones, hey Dax what's good
You ready?
Big shout out to Vinc on the beat btw
Let's get 'em

the Jones's
On you like a birthmark, feds police
Joint task force investigation puttin' your shit to cease
They're sweepin' up all of your dirt in the street

gonna die on my jack jones they ain't no back bone i survive off a trap phone ....went to war made it back home  got the grim reaper on the samsung one

Man you hell of a pussy for
The shit you did last night
I could tell you nervous right now by
How you moving your hands right
Yeah please don't fuck

Well It's not even noon and I'm on my fifth beer
Too much Jack and my head still ain't clear
Thought a Jones' song might help me get by
But not this

Slide and Rock On

Redman

Dare Iz a Darkside

1994

to Thai-one suits 
And clientele, I'm drinking Ballentine L in hell 
So Redman rock well before our record sell 
Then my moms crib was jacked by the jealous

I Dream a Highway

Gillian Welch

Time (The Revelator)

2001

to you

The getaway kickin' up cinders
An empty wagon full of rattling bones
Moon in the mirror on a three hour Jones
I dream a highway back to you

of the bark, and beware of the bite
Spark off on the mic, champion MC
I'm hittin' harder than Jack Dempsey on sensei
So if they step into my ring (I what?)
I

on my Jack Jones
Take everything but that soul
At least you're still alive
I'm evil in disguise
This guy's like black Coke coca-Coca
Yeah i'm liking fat

Leanin' on You

Geto Boys

The Foundation

2005

get along with T Jones, so he rolled jack
I was on Prozac before I was 12
Spent my senior year in high school, sittin' in jail

To no avail, I was

Steady long, steady wrong nigga
Check one-two one-two one-two bitch
Tony Snow, know'm talkin 'bout?
Jack Tripper, "Three's Company" ho
Percy Mack,

Fuck what you talking about, I ain't hearing none of that
All them niggas stick 'em up for a 60-pack
Chopper on 'em make a nigga do jumping jacks

So you see a nigga shining in the Benzo
Ballin'!
Got me feelin' like Jim Jones
I'm a pimp though, no limp though
Couldn't copy my style in Kinkos
Put

I ain't talking 'bout Jim Jones
Nigga, I'm talking 'bout hooping
Up, expensive shirt, breaking bones
Fuck yo Rolex, roll up homie, roll that kush
Blow

Jack, to conive a two fist
Blam to your chin Blam! to your soul
Now tell me who the player with the biggest balls
Rhymes hittin' like planet Rio, press

to bring rhymes
Rappers is dime a dozen like
The cars in Trading Times
This is the shit I'm
Not the ordinary cracker, i'm the Ritz
Step back Jack or collide

like Lord Nibbler
You can't score by yourself like you a poor dribbler
You ain't never spint in the McLaren, you a Ford whipper
Cream A&W, I turned it

where loyalty
Don't mean a thing
Your best friend will go and
Stab you in your backbone
Some more time, J Hus, I'm on my Jack Jone
I was on my grind, baby

Time to Shine

Mona Lisa

Don't Be a Menace to South Central While You're Drinking Your Juice in the Hood

1996

In ya Jones that you fall Motorol burner 
Flip ya jacks and ya snitch ass back, to the cell of your block 
HDM lock, and I wish you would stop 
All

2 Shots (To The Back Of The Head)
Written by Jack Swagger, Marcus Jones, Jack Smith, and Rich Salsbury

Never saw the light when we died
Chokin'

The heartland radio begins to flow
With Waylon, Willie, Hank and Jones
Ball that jack to the metal with load
It's got A certain rhythm and soul

Diesel fuel

get them fantasies 
Just by passing me in the street uh 
Y'all Never catch me- prospect athletes
In my bag g, you know that jansport
Came in the game