Lyrics:
person hey ya)
So I invite 'em in ask 'em where they tryna go they said, "Tokyo"
Wait, did y'all just say you're tryna go to Tokyo?
Jesus is great, yeah,
word to Dame Hova
That plain Jane was 12 band, that's 41 millimeters
Playing hokey pokey at the jeweler
One foot in, one foot out
It's dumb to get
of security snitched on you
Got caught with pills and your
Ugly bitch on you they say, "Pap
Why you talkin' like that nigga made?"
They say, "Pap
Why you
it
I live in a mansion, grew up in the trenches (wow)
Niggas be hating, I get it, they still in their feelings
Get found by some niggas who's
it from my perspective
But with my shorty, A nigga's so protective-
And should be, she's the one who knows where the connect lives.
She don't talk
[Verse 1: Jim Jones]
BALLLLLIN'
Peace blood, peace almighty (peace blood)
We all thugs and we run the streets nightly (eastsiiide)
And get my lawyer, why
those who don't know my name, know my name
They call me Mike Jones and I blew up quick, Ice Age the name you can't tell by the wrists?
I sit on buck in
those who don't know my name, know my name
They call me Mike Jones and I blew up quick, Ice Age the name you can't tell by the wrists?
I sit on buck in
those who don't know my name, know my name
They call me Mike Jones and I blew up quick, Ice Age the name you can't tell by the wrists?
I sit on buck in
what I've done
Who I am or where I'm from
If you don't know it by
Now then you just dumb
I ain't got no pistols, inf beams
Choppers or no Dracos
No car,
manacled, beaten
By your own people do you have the first idea
Why you deserve it? Listen, king of the Jews
Where is your kingdom?
Look at me, am I a Jew?
I
movie,
So this is take 3,
Where Luda step foot,
Out in Phoenix, AZ,
Super Bowl, super hoes,
Drivers on stroll,
So I put the call in,
To Willie
a kettle of hot water.
6. Anyone who wants to make tea, let them reach out.
7. And whoever wants to do ablution, you are welcome.
8- Mix it with
thing
I'm chasing knowing King Jesus
Father I ask that there would be principals who are confused why the entire school isn't eating lunch
And it's
these whoopings
That's my lil' ho job, you won't catch me cookin'
Unless 12 behind on foot, you won't catch me bookin'
Shit, it's time to mark your
confession
She know who she is, can't say her name
'Cause if I do I won't be true to my game
Word up
I can't escape this life that I'm living
I'm in the mix
to demanding
Especially the ones that's never understanding
Like
Who was that? Where you goin? Who you out with?
Them same niggas I make moves and I shout
on the mix
I'ma show you where the pain and the poetry is
Ghetto young'ns spend a lot of time alone in the crib
Bet on the screen, walls and posters of big
and Webbie need a rose
And me I'm fixing to get three, four g's to flatter my shows
So fuck where you from and fuck who you with if it ain't about paper
a
Priest need a ten-foot pole
To baptize little Linus minus the
Lap ride and tease?
Evolution is a leader depleter
Seeker needy sheep idol feeder beware
Once
America's wing
Nuts hang, knockin' down sky scrapers
Take a piss, make it rain, I'm the American dream
Make it rain I ain't Pacman Jones
Nigga, balls
That go to show this ass
Kicking ain't gon bother nigga
Cause it's right back where
You started nigga
Being a son of a Harlem nigga
Now you was made by
these caps off in these bitches
So why you want to mess with this
So why you want to take off this piece
Fool I'm bad to the bone, jone, chrome tech
hell's men
Two revolvers, I can let 12 spin
Hop in my Benz
Push it to the limit, buck-sixty
Who wit' me? My Cris', two L's
Twisted blunts and inner
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