Lyrics:
the car and her went
On some arsenal shit
Jim Jones is the capo of this
You up next my nigga just
Let those cartridges spit
(bddddaat bddddaat bddddaat
the whip wet
Ballin like Jim Jones they think its Dipset
All these Blue hunnits wit me like a crip set
Investin' manifestin' what I ain't get yet
The lesson
Foreign rides, outside it's like showbiz
I ain't gon' lie I'm fucked up, if we all die then we all shall
But only one thang gonna get us by and that's
em
Got them big things poppin, TVT can't stop em
Got them big things poppin, TVT can't stop em
Hey Steve watch me do it, do it, do it
Hey Steve watch
Cause "Who is Mike Jones?" is here
"Who is Mike Jones?" is here
I get you crunk when I open my mouth
My diamonds shine every time I talk
I spit
to find
The bear's walkin' after me
I think I'll pick it up a little
Jim says "If you wanna do some good, you oughta take up joggin
It gets the heart
you can get, it's the American Dream bitch
Man I'm a middle finger figure, a million dollar mission
Poppin' like Orville Redenbacher, with a whippin'
the Flintstones
They doing shit that we been on
I'm in New York like I'm Jim Jones
Bad bitch, I'ma bust on her titties
Good lean, gotta fuck up my kidneys
More
Big Jim Cooley commanded respect, whatever he wanted he could get
The badge on his waistcoat shone in the sun
It ain't no lie, Big Jim was feared
Big Jim Cooley commanded respect, whatever he wanted he could get
The badge on his waistcoat shone in the sun
It ain't no lie, Big Jim was feared
Uh yeah Jones, uh
Now we set them presidents, to get them presidents
Over the ones that are dead, we'll put guns to your head
Put dots on your loaf
rain like i'm Jim Jones
Cheffin in this bitch
I get to cookin but the shit raw
They be like
Damn why this nigga gotta shit for?
Put it in his hands
Make
Bitch, I'm Ballin, Jim Jones
Bend bones to the point of breaking
Never faked it we been gang-related
Fuck the game its all in how you play it
Had to win
Jump a nun, jump a Jack, jump for fun, jump back
How's about us jumpin' in the sack and now, it's time for a jump attack
Get up and jump, get up
Jump a nun, jump a Jack, jump for fun, jump back
How's about us jumpin' in the sack and now, it's time for a jump attack
Get up and jump, get up
Killer, uhh, Prease, uhh, Vacant Lot, Diplomat, uhh
Killer, family nigga, yo, uhh, Killer, uhh, yo yo yo...
(verse one) {:28}
Where i'm from kids get it
hesitating? cause I got what you?re lookin for? (Oh yeah, yeah)
And I got one word? one word to describe ya?
Ohh, you?re precious.
[Rap: Jim Jones]
(Uh?
she don't complain
Get it? She take it off, she don't cum playin'
Yeah, we gettin' rich by any means (by any means)
She want the dick by any means
Are backed by a pack of straight white honky quacks
Are backed by a pack of straight white honky quacks
Old Jim Jones and Tommy T
Were lovers
waves
You could get put in your place by
PETER JONES
Know he ain't ever afraid
Might cop an AP today
Thai for $4 okay
Don't go for the bunnies you cray
I had to get off my ass and go get it
I'm by myself so I gotta come wit it
Let my top back when I ride thru my city
Pay all my respects to my niggas
the shit
Bitches get the cock and savor it
They say Jim Jones the capo my favorite
Cause some of this shit my city wasn't built up over
Drugs and money,
radar gun at me
Hey why you going my way
Flying down the highway
You trying to get yourself killed
Pull over it's Sheriff Jones!
Hey I'm asking nicely
roll somethin'
Get twisted, that's on Jim, nigga (I really mean it)
Harlem! Man, we here to stay
It's nothin' left to say, man, Eastside (I really
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