Lyrics:
denials
He just says what they would hide
Rulers rule by divide
Why put your faith in facts when you can lie?
Now every possibility exists in
you can die slowly
Poisonous get your boys in this I take em by the dozen
Nigga I get devious that was my little cousin
Nigga I'm just sick in
years in the game
Old Sull, he had a partner and Jim Reilly was his name
They had knocked about together, Bingham, Butte, and Coeur D'Alene
And they
man, glory's young
We got our own grass, waving in the wind
In the picnic save the sails
Of the slave ships
Like jailhouses rock on some back in the day
like I'm Jim Jones
Bought a new chain, left it on my dresser box, where it's locked
Pulled up in some dead stocks, dress socks, wearin' crocs
Dressed
Take her makeup off and she look way different
Now let me see you work out, I love it when you work out
In the hood I issue work out, I'm sorry we
jet because she was ready for the jim
Browski I doubt thee e would front
So like a real stunt, I rolled the blunt
She was ready, I could see in her face
Go)
Ready (To Blow)
Let's Roll
[Hook]
[Jim Jones]
If Thirty's the new Twenty
Patron's The New Henney
Roll In A New Bentley
Blowin
know a block with two or three in the area complete trust and confidence let's level up Keep The Faith from now until the day comes. Du!
Ras Baraka
We,
whirlwind of trouble. Dylan, now captured by Inspector Gordon, leaves Tyler as their final hope. Does Tyler have what it takes to save his friend
what the ghetto did to me (uh)(yeah yeah)
[Verse 2: Jim Jones]
There was no peace in sight (nope)
It was sleepless night (yup)
Hustling yay
causing so much pain
I wander in the dead of night, I've fallen from the track
This heart of mine has turned from red to black
They threw me in a jailhouse
drove around
A hopin' we would meet
I got stopped by the sheriff
On a one way street
Said I was goin' backwards
And I was in for heat
He took me
Right now we're on the streets
Hold tight Angry, hold tight Ramboss
Hold tight Azzy, hold tight Jammer
Hold tight Jme, Wiley, the whole family tree
being trailed by the FBI
Well one more time now he's gonna die
Everybody thought he was the nicest guy
But he changed in the sudden blink of an eye
Now
your pretty sugar baby now?
Sugar baby this is no joke
stuck in here w the jailhouse ghost
he's under my skin, in my bed
he's pins and needles in my
Came walkin' on in through the door
At least I'd never saw her down at Smokey Joe's Café
And I started shakin' when she sat right now next to me
Her
Baby sit it on my face can you make it giggle
She a pretty penny but she cannot get a Nickel
Cannot fall in love momma told me y'all are fickle
Jim
that dope boy shit nigga
(Ya dig) Ya smell me
(Can't) fuck wit' ya
[Verse 1: Jim Jones]
Your reign on the top, short like leprauchans
I came through in
I'm rocking like I am John Lennon
Superstar status now I need a rockstar
She bad, she got a body and a face card
Since a younging I been that man in
It's 3am, in a wrecked up pub
Fireplace don't look at me as I was high
Jim and Jack are good allies
But if you're frighten at night then come
cnd
careful, that chick belongs to Smokey Joe"
'Till from behind the counter, I saw a man
A chef hat on his head and a knife in his hand
He grabbed me by
Smoke clouds swirled around your head from fine cigars
In Hollywood circles you would run but never hide
Were you a pioneer Jim
Whisked off
through this annihilation, I'm gonna set it off right now
Cause I'm in a fit of a sorts, so I gotta intervene
I be killing em' off, put em 8 feet deep
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