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the black party spikes on church socks
Black Sea roley and that b**** don't tick-tock
J-mass known around my city as a big shot
Double a 12 I got shells for

Jagged and jaded
Been had the status you cravin
J to the face and I'm faded
On the highway and I'm racin
Straight contemplating; till I gain what I

show you what that work do
I was fucking on the preacher's daughter
Pray to God, Pimping hard in my church shoes 
We was thugging all night with no

I don't feel clean, but a nigga so paid

Got the clean white tee with them fresh Air J's

I ain't got the charger, I got my bitch Escalade

Sippin'

catch me macking in the bleachers

Tote my lil glizzy wit my fresh J's on.
I got my own swag, I can't become a clone.
I lean when I walk because my

samples like Parisian acrobats
The NSA been had your data tracked
And Moors travelled earth before ancient Greece had the map
Can't judge a book by

mother-fucker
Kill 'em J
Comin' back in and this is for the people
Who love unity, naw not church, not a steeple
The one's who put out with not one expectation

the only true judge
Is above me (on God)
They gone try go dig up some dirt
Let em know I repent for my sins
Every saturday up in the church
Friday night when

buried by the church
Good God, momma told me get a good job
Be a doctor or a lawyer if they black they won't employ ya
But I was head over Jumpman heels

after I fuck her right
Uhh
It's like a hi and bye when we slide
I bring the high you bring that ass by and we vibe
She attracted to the thrill but keep it

Me and my dawg, we get higher than a pilot
Bad B* by my side ride the D* with no license
I can't say the wrong thing, c****s might try to indict me
I

PAP3R Lyrics
By J-R

[Intro]
J-R uhhhhuhhh 
The money the power the hoes in that order money over bitches that’s order I don’t care what she want

ask, no, don't play me like a hoe
Man, your ass strapped by that church
So you fresh about that meat
You don't give a fuck with no niggas seein' you

if I want him dead, I knock him off
Fuck the opps, ain't no worries, we hold 50's and hold 30's
He'll be dead by 4:30, we'll turn his brains to a snow

crackers down in the dirt
Smoke they ass like an ounce of purp
My 38 or this 45
Imma squeeze them both, we'll see what hits you first
Ski mask, J's on
Can't

the J's
In the car finna spark, I ain't talkin' Chevrolet
She with me, that's a upgrade
Told her I don't play no fuckin' games, this not a arcade
Touchin'

off the za and the rose
These women gon flock by the Hour
We swimming in rosé rivers
A nigga a boss in the game they calling me bowser
A nigga on top

I Need A...

Slim Thug

We Make the Rules in the Streets

2004

[Kyleon]
I need a dime like J-Lo, Vivica Fox
Put ice in her life, and some nice invisible rocks
Kyleon, the type that never like trashy chicks
No

ahead of myself
I'll chill 
I know you'd rather hear beats by J
Like J. Dilla
But I got too much more to say
It gets realer
'Cause the system trynna throw

become witness
A gift to the Church and the world, that our lives be blessed
May God bless our movement, and all its leaders
Not by our merits, but by

I don't do Apology
Boul the lord might show you mercy, but don't expect it from me
Every line is painted grey
Do not judge me by my ways
I forgot just

Will call us crazy what we did from them Jordan kicks
We didn't even need a stick
Broke apart with you niggas ain't no more I'm trying fix
Mighty J

got pedophiles 
And that's cold like Frieza true form 
All I see is these hypocrites 
And still, wonder why the church torn
Young kids don't believe in

ain’t talking about the wall by Mexico
No I’m bout to let em know
Since you wanna talk about the wall, ok let’s talk about it
Let’s talk bout Barrack