Lyrics:
that eleven,
The sent me back to school this beat took me to heaven
Im giving ya'll good news me and lyrics are married
Now its Tom on the ones and twos
the favorite tunes
And back by the bar playing cards looking hard
Was big bad Solomon Jones
And watching over his luck
Was the love of his life
Is the lady that
Check it out, I'm the C-A-S-A, the N-O-V-A,
And the rest is F-L-Y,
You see I go by the code of the doctor of the mix,
And these reasons I'll tell you
white T
Fabo off the beans you can do it like me
The Glock A Town stomp on the beat
I A Town stomp on a key
Real magician turn one to a three
If you ever
They say that a nigga it
But nawl I ain't on no clown shit
Nawl I'm Purp by the pound bitch
I'm the king so where is my crown at
These people in
I got YB with me
I got YB with me
I got V
I got V
Crank up money counter
This that nigga PacMan Jones
I don't even fuck wit cowards
Where
gone
Tearing down the 'jects creating plush homes
My circumstance is between Cabrini and Love Jones
Surrounded by hate, yet I love home
Ask my God
**Intro: Ty Jones**
Okay. Let's get it
Office fire drill
**Verse 1: Ty Jones**
This is insane shit
How many times can I say the same shit?
Laid
rip off the mask, seek the truth and just try
Like alex jones himself says brother, let me hear your war cry
Mister jones and I were really baffled by
"Push It"
[Cam'Ron]
Killah! Dip Set! Jim Jones, Santana
Man, shit ain't changed since eighty-eight (nope)
Get on the corner and push something
Dip
"Push It"
[Cam'Ron]
Killah! Dip Set! Jim Jones, Santana
Man, shit ain't changed since eighty-eight (nope)
Get on the corner and push something
Dip
as a truck driver and he drove from state to state
He likes to stop by the liquor store on his way, way back home bobby jones
He stole a truck and drove it
called Kris
That's KRS but nah it's Kanye West
And every time I spit the rhymes
Uh straight off the flesh
I could bring it down to the
Bone straight from
the page olsen gets
Queasy with the subject
Oh, Jesus what the hell is that?
His name is Waylon Jones in Belle Reve
Griggs and his guards walk down
SUCKA
You beat down my father and you raped my mother Africa
And now you want to laugh at her
I feel like pickin up a razor, and slashin ya
Snatch
lean wit' it, pop wit' it (Bankhead)
'Vertible Jones, mean with the top missin' (flossin')
I'm sittin' clean with the bottom kitted (do it)
I hopped
lean wit' it, pop wit' it (Bankhead)
'Vertible Jones, mean with the top missin' (flossin')
I'm sittin' clean with the bottom kitted (do it)
I hopped
with my 116 clique representing to you
We just want to put it down for the Lord Jesus Christ
City to city and state to state,
we keep running into more
over
Brother Henry just kept his seat
And we served the bones to Henry Jones
'Cause Henry don't eat no meat
Our banquet was most proper
Right down
fault but if it's cool I'm leading by example
Put in the work and if you want then you could be the champion
If not, then be aware because you might get
Jones
No he don't care much for silver
He don't care much for gold
It's just not in his blood
It just ain't in his soul
He just wants to raise a sweat
eternally
Loves you just like He loves me ma me ma me
Jesus came and beat down the devil
Jesus came and beat down the devil
Jesus came and beat down
fucked left
Right something evil
All my life I've been trapped
Down by my own people
I'm on some shit to make your tummy's turn
Full clip's ready to pull
(skrrt)
The Audi go by, yeah (what?)
Me and T-Jones gettin' high (we do)
All these bitches want a bite
I don't know why (a what?)
Uh, wait, I took your lil'
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