Jim Jones

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[Ghostface Killah]
Yeah, yeah
Yeah I cheat and I fuck other bitches
Y'all just lame sucker-for-love ass niggaz
Su.F.L.A.N! Go ahead and spell it out
I gets my love game on without a doubt
My girl know I'm live (yeah) point blank period
Handcuffin them hoes y'all can't be serious
You ain't cut from the right cloth, fuck your rag
One word in your bitch ear, she all in the bag
Give a fuck if that's your broad, she shouldn't be out
We in the club lookin to put somethin fat in her mouth
Easy! Hold on, I see a fox comin
Between now and a few hours I'll be up in her stomach
And I ain't even gotta be dipped
I pull out my pocket too Sloppy Joe, mixed this thick
You ever try foldin a brick?
Tryin to shove hundred dollar bills in your jeans and half of it rip?
We them Staten Island boys, intelligent thugs
9 out of 10 times yeah we lookin to fuck
And y'all already word know what it is
On some Teena Marie shit, nucca, I'm talkin square biz
What?

[Chorus: Ghostface]
Y'all need to stop handcuffin them hoes
Comin in the club handcuffin them hoes
You don't even know 'em handcuffin them hoes
Cuffin them hoes, cuffin them hoes

[Jim Jones - talking over Chorus at first]
Whassup Ghost?
Westhaven
Sucker! I hear you Ghost
Jones!

F.EM.L, Fuck 'em and we leave 'em (I'm gone)

P-I-M-P, treat 'em like we great 'em (ya hear that?)
Shit, treat 'em like we don't need 'em
Cause after we fuck 'em out the phone we delete 'em (doop doop)
Leave 'em for them suckers, let them other niggaz keep 'em (you can have her)
They keep 'em to the point that we don't see 'em (where'd she go?)
Shit, but the bitches need freedom
They wanna come outside and start freakin (AOW!)
Jumpin on dick like they leapin (watch it) it's Leap Year [laughin]
She disappearin for the weekend (where she went?!)
So hell yeah she starts creepin
You had her locked up like she was livin in precinct (prisoner!)
She want a gangster, nigga youse a weakling
She wanna ride fast in the cars while we chiefin (vroom vroom)
Just cause you was cuffin the hoe
I had fucked her one time now I'm duckin this hoe
Please in your mind, never drop a dime but
Damn, ain't that some shit?
And I just wanted to have a good time
Now I got a hoe on my line, buggin!
Slow down

[Chorus]

[Jim Jones - over Chorus]
Stop cuffin these hoes
Stop cuffin these hoes

[Chorus]

[Jim Jones - over Chorus]
Stop cuffin these hoes
Stop cuffin these hoes
Let her go!

Here we are all alone in this room (oh) And girl I know where to start and what we gonna do (yeah) I’ll take my time we’ll be all night girl So get ready babe I got plans for me and you Bridge: It aint my first time but baby girl we can pretend, Hey lets bump and grind girl tonight will never end Chorus: Let me take u down I really wanna take u down And show you what im about When I take u now Your body body oohh Your body body up and down So don’t stop girl get it Quit playin wit it Can’t wait no more I wanna take u down I really wanna take you down, take u down Yeah, Yeah, Yeah, Yeah Verse 2 Pretty girl lets take it off in this room No time to waste girl you know what we came to do (woahha) We got all night to try and get it right, girl I hope your ready, hope your ready, hope your ready I hope your ready babe cause here we go You know how we do (hhoo) Bridge: It aint my first time but baby girl we can pretend Hey, Lets bump and grind girl tonight will never end Chorus: Let me take you down I really wanna take u down And show u what im about When I take you now Your Body body oohh Your Body body up and down So don’t stop girl get it Quit playin wit it Can’t wait no more I wanna take you down I really wanna take u down I really wanna take u down You, freakin oh baby like the pro baby And I bet that you Think you know baby like your pro baby So watcha wanna do I wanna take it down baby nice and slow So bring it lets go baby Let me take you down I really wanna take u down And show u what im about When I take you now Body body oohh Body body up and down So don’t stop girl get it Quit playin wit it Can’t wait no more I wanna take you down I really wanna take u down, take u down Take u down

You know, everybody expect a baller but I'm like
Why you worried about balling, 'cause I am balling
I'm just ready to blow the bank on you, girl

You know, we just splashing them this year
It's all about that splash life
I still live the fast life, I blow the bank though

I got at place in mind, for my move to LA
Or my mansion in NJ, we can party in the sky
Where you wanna go?
From Manhattan to my hood
Where my money's never good
We can spend it playa, tell me what you want

Trying to scoop something nice
(Fly, girl)
Trying to put you on the flight
I'm a jumper, we can do Aruba tonight
Or we can jump in the coupe and just shoot for the night

She was dancing in the club with her pumps in her hand
Trying to tell her that The Trump was the plan
Trying to get her out of the club
And have her jump in the Lamb
(Murcielago)

Konichiwa, we can jump to Japan
(You like sushi?)
Or we can just do the tropics

We need more problems cause the money ain't the object
Probably get mad cause the smokes in the cockpit
(So what?)
Chest cold as a froze up locket

I wanna blow the bank with you
Spending all that money, spending all that cash
I wanna blow the bank with you
Spending all that money, spending all that cash, let's go

In Atlanta, popped up like a toaster
(I'm burnt out)
Did Miami in the soft-top roadster
(drop top)

Rose champs, spilling drinks on the sofa
(Champaign don't stain)
Thank God for the chauffeur

Where to little lady?
She's my designated driver
Bad little B, like the destiny survivor
(She's a dime)

We can see the sun rise up
Speeding to the room in the V getting highed up
(Hit that, hit that)
Or we can jump through the block

Brand new whip, so you can jump through the top
Hop out like who got bank
Then we blow it all cause you know we gonna ball

I wanna blow the bank with you
Spending all that money, spending all that cash
I wanna blow the bank with you
Spending all that money, spending all that cash

This shit is fucked up cause
Some niggas call it tough love
It's crazy cause
You might know a nigga all your life
And he got a twisted alterier motive
And he just wanna see you do bad
See a smile on your face all day
So he just acting like your friend
When he is really your enemy
Or your best friend can become your enemy
Through the the jealousy
So we call those frienemies

Knew him since a child
Played cops and robbers
My best partner grew up to be monsters
Stayed in my crib
Ate out my fridge
We was on a grind
Even wore the same clothes
My brother
Fucked the same hoes
His beef was mine
Even had the same foe
We was inseparable
Joined at the hip
I let you get the checks
I kept the joints on the hit
And what happened
The sneaky hating
Niggas in your ear
And a plan deviating
Snakes in the grass
Just waiting for the moment
Niggas on your team
And they're really your opponent
Play the game
And you know goes booments
Mama said friends come by the dozen
Know I'm feeling for their guns
When I hug em'
I hate them from a close
From a distance I could love em'

[Chorus]
Frienemies [Repeat: x2]
The ones you kept close
The ones you love most
Frienemies
You know who you kiss
You know who you lift
This shit is getting scary
Frenemies [Repeat: x2]
The ones you kept secret
You had plans to make it
Frienemies
I smell danger
Over the money
Best friends become strangers

Bailed you out of jail
Wait let me backtrack
First you came home
Then I got your ass a deal
Fresh out the can
Signed a quater mill
Running through the paper
Buying copes and popping pills
Money got low
You started acting ill
You grew desperation
Once again you got nailed
Someone got killed
Conspiracy, and even still
I bailed you out of jail
Without me you would be facing
In a pale, barude nuders
You would be Judice
But in the process
Flew you in the world
Put diamonds on your neck
Like you were my little girl
Put money in your pocket
Like you was my son Su
Food in your stomach
Like you was my son Pooh
The streets talk
Heard you partnered Tru
Now you talking shit
Like you really wanna do it
A will-wack
The type that deceive you
Your mama should have told you
Never bite the hand that feed you
Caught me off guard
I met you through my man
I let my guards down
And accepted you as fam
Told you get a chair
Let you eat at the table
Never thought that he would be ungrateful
But guess what
I own the pub and the label
So if a nigga feeling itchy
I got killers on the paper

[Chorus]

Hope y'all paying attention
Keep y'all eyes open
Hope I ain't wasting my breathe
About this shit that I'm talking about
Cause it's so real
You gotta watch these niggas around you
Cause you never know whose who now a days
And all of our love we be showing
They might not be showing the same type of love back
Matter of fact
They might not be in there for your best interest
See an alterier motive is hard to see when
You've known a person for so long, or
You've became a custom to their ways
But you gotta stay on 50
You gotta stay on 50
Cause, you got some people that
Think like, if niggas is moving fast like that
Then karma will get em'
But sometimes karma don't come around fast enough
To handle the situation
But sometimes for us to learn a lesson
We go way to far
Then the consequences become way too heavy
That's what I'm trying to let learn from experience
And please don't be naive to the fact that
The nigga next to you could be the nigga that set you up for failure
Or even kill you
You know how the game go
And you gotta watch these bitches
These trifling bitches man they set you up for failure too
You know they're in there for the money man
Gold digging bitches
It's a fucked up world
But you probably won't even get a chance
You know, might put you up in a gang
Frienemies

And they shootin', I must be on top
(It's clear up here)
We coopin', we must be inta trouble
Some hard type shit that cost a quarter mill a pop
It makes me laugh, ha, life is so ironic

How I would get the cash, I become so iconable
Cop the fast cars that come with the trip tonic panel
I live the life that's filled with the jealousy
Doomed from the start, it's like we born with a felony

Where's the longevity, we in the place
Where best friends become enemies
And foul niggas got the tendency
You gotta watch what you wish for
I hope to God it's on a switchboard
When I'm tryin' to say a prayer

And I'm callin', hope You listen Lord
See it's just my position Lord
Gotta me smokin' on this blunt while I'm lookin' at the sky
Make it rain so I know the doves cry

Lord, do You hear me praying
When I'm lookin' at the sky?
I hope You can hear what I'm saying
It's like my, my, my

I'm not really complaining
But it makes me wanna cry
I know You can see what I'm saying
It's like my, my, my, it's like my, my, my

'Cause God ain't cryin' when the sky starts to rain
That must you and God in heaven poppin' champagne
And speakin' of the shams, remember in Miami
You got bent pussy, it was your first trip with me

We was goin' hard too many bottles up in free-vay
You was goin' crazy with my Haitian man t-sway
Pass that on the twins, I had teesh fer like 3 days
And I can't forget you b-day

We had dead body tap, we was deeper than aye
And now I'm just wishin' I could see a nigga face
And they kill bang, bang, did you get it with 'em yet?
And it's a damn shame because niggas still upset

Like chita chala, God musta needed y'all
I think about the street dream, saw how we were born
But now all I got is the memories of two great soldiers
That are dear friends of me

Lord do You hear me praying
When I'm lookin' at the sky?
I hope You can hear what I'm saying
It's like my, my, my

I'm not really complaining
But it makes me wanna cry
I know You can see what I'm saying
It's like my, my, my, it's like my, my, my

To tell you both the truth, I ain't doin' the best
I'm tryin' to keep a positive mind movin' through the stress
I'm tryin' to stay afloat, they say I'm doin' the most
I'm doin' way too much, I'm playin' death to close

I'm think 'bout the thought of goin' back to court
For the petty little games I really should avoid
But it's the calculator risk on how we make the chip
Realizin' if I slip, it's a bottomless pit

If you'd a filled my shoes, would you walk a mile?
Let the media tear you down and turn around and smile
I thank God that I'm alive to see a black president
We screamin' 'Yes, we can' but that won't change the deficit
That ain't really even the best of it
You catch me in the streets, I will surely tell you the rest of it

Lord do You hear me praying
When I'm lookin' at the sky?
I hope You can hear what I'm saying
It's like my, my, my

I'm not really complaining
But it makes me wanna cry
I know You can see what I'm saying
It's like my, my, my, it's like my, my, my

Dipset, as we proceed what have we here?
Take that, take that, it's 0-9 muthafucka
One thing to do get money muthafucka

I pulled off like na, na, na, na, na, na
They would of tried some bullshit but a nigga had the blamer
They only got me 'cause they caught it on a camera
They wanna ball but they ain't got no stamina

They said damn man, you lookin' like Pac
I said, nah not alive, man I'm lookin' like Jones
Besides I put money on your skull and bones
And keep it low, watch what you say up on those fuckin' phones

Touch down and getcha ass hung the fuck up
Just like a bunch of clothes
Hey, ma we stretch work like you touch your toes
And in the middle of July we got that summer snow

I got 'em snowboarding in August and I love a pretty bitch
But the Porsche look gorgeous
Harlem is one big ski slalom, I guess the hill is like the Swiss Alps
We bring them whips out

We gettin' money like na, na, na, na, na, na
Waitin' at the flash throwin' money at the cameras
Twin turbs out speeding with the scanners
Breeze past the cops screamin' na, na, na, na, na, na

We gettin' money like na, na, na, na, na, na
Lookin' at my ass don't you wish he had a camera
We gettin' money like na, na, na, na, na, na
Drop top at the light screamin' life is good

If there's money on my head I hope they got a receipt
Cool your old ass off 'cause it's hot on these streets
I got dogs and they not on a leash
So you hope you understand, do you copy, capesh?

At this point I don't think they could take it
Sharks in the water they won't make it to safety
And even though that we been gettin' cake
And now the money taste sweet like pastry, they hate me

Now tell me how I look
Would you rather live life like me or by the book?
Sheesh, we are what we are
Make the wrong move will put your faggot ass in the ER

Flat line if it's red apples fallin' hit me on the bat line
I'm back for mine some more black flyin'
The flyest nigga you know that got a knack for crime, na, na

We gettin' money like na, na, na, na, na, na
Waitin' at the flash throwin' money at the cameras
Twin turbs out speeding with the scanners
Breeze past the cops screamin' na, na, na, na, na, na

We gettin' money like na, na, na, na, na, na
Lookin' at my ass don't you wish he had a camera
We gettin' money like na, na, na, na, na, na
Drop top at the light screamin' life is good

And what you do nigga?
I cop cars out the future, pocket so fat like Raspusha
I think I'm gettin' used to lifestyle rich and conspicuous
Chicks want to get with us, the feds takin' flicks of us

They all know I put on for Harlem
Tell rich Broadway I took it up another level
I took 80, blew it on a Beezle
Bought the new Fiskar, flew it through the ghetto

The definition of opulence
The jewels drippin', we droppin' on top and poppin' shit
Who would think that this kid from the projects
Get his neck so cold you would think he's lethargic

The wrist look like hypothermia set in
Pick a club night that the burner don't get in
We pop champagne until the club let out
I drink and I fuck and then I piss a nigga rent out

We gettin' money like na, na, na, na, na, na
Waitin' at the flash throwin' money at the cameras
Twin turbs out speeding with the scanners
Breeze past the cops screamin' na, na, na, na, na, na

We gettin' money like na, na, na, na, na, na
Lookin' at my ass don't you wish he had a camera
We gettin' money like na, na, na, na, na, na
Drop top at the light screamin' life is good

You know the rules nigga? Fly high or get flew over
Roll with us or get rolled over, ain't nothin' change
Just the decimal point muthafucka, you get the point?
Money, money, money, don't make dollars, don't make sense
Fuck you nigga, suck a dick too, Jones

(feat. Ron Browz, Juelz Santana)

[Intro: Ron Browz]
Ether boy!!!! Hey!!!!

[Chorus: Ron Browz]
How we ball in the club I know you hate it
Mami dancin on the floor all like she naked
When she lay down with you I know she fake it
All the girls give it to me I ain't gotta take it
OHHHHHHHH!!!!! Pop champagne!
OHHHHHHHH!!!!! Pop champagne!
OHHHHHHHH!!!!! We pop champagne!
OHHHHHHHH!!!!! We pop champagne!

[Verse 1: Ron Browz]
We need more bottles tell ma hurry up
Tell 'em Ron Browz here hottest in America
Gimme sixteen bars and you know I tear it up
Know it's me when you see this fur in your area
And she call me all night cause you can get it up
On my neck on my wrist everything is litted up
Drinkin bottles of that Clique 'till I spit it up
Only get one life so you gotta live it up
(HEY!!!) If you in the things I'm in
Shorty we can be friends, shorty we can be friends
Right now, I wanna see you dance, see you dance
I wanna see you dance, see you dance
I wanna see you dance, see you dance
I wanna see you dance, see you dance

[Verse 2: Jim Jones (*Ron Browz)]
When I go to the dealer you know I cop that (What's that?)
Brand new 'rarri and the roof drop back (The 60)
Came through Harlem like the Rooftop back (AIYYO!!!)
Money in the bank man you know don't stop that (Stop that stop that stop that!!!)
(*OHHHHHHHH!!!!!) Now we tryin to get up in the club
(*OHHHHHHHH!!!!!) Try to tell me no cause I'm rollin with the thugs
(We got money bitch!!!) Until I flash a couple of dollars (Yep!)
Tell 'em we only want tables and we buyin out the bottles
(*OHHHHHHHH!!!!!) Y'all know the order
Tell 'em ten Rose's and a few cold waters (Right!!!)
Only Petron and a couple of lemons (Let's go)
Ten thousand dollars stuffed up in the denims (What else)
We standin on couches, a couple of women (Hey baby)
We was ballin hard it was just the ninth inning (Early)
He told shorty we could be friends (Yep)
And your friends could meet with my friends (What else)
And we could do this on the weekend or on the weekday
We could do this on the freeway and get in the freak way
SHIT!!! We could get in on three way (Oh)
Blackberry two way, souped up cars on the thruway (Yep)
We superstars no Lupe, we could do this like a duet
But y'all be the singers on the mic, wait let me dim the lights
This was in the car while I was stoppin at the light

[Chorus: Ron Browz]
How we ball in the club I know you hate it
Mami dancin on the floor all like she naked
When she lay down with you I know she fake it
All the girls give it to me I ain't gotta take it
OHHHHHHHH!!!!! Pop champagne!
OHHHHHHHH!!!!! Pop champagne!
OHHHHHHHH!!!!! We pop champagne!
OHHHHHHHH!!!!! We pop champagne!

[Verse 3: Juelz Santana]
Baby I wanna see you work (Go) See you dance (Go)
Without no shirt, without those pants
Pop champagne ain't a damn thing change
Spray it in the air make it champagne rain
Buckets of ice keep the champagne cool
Mami got a body see that damn thing move
It's no sex in the champagne room
Says who? Baby I'll break all rules
Bring it here and I'll break off you
She see me in V.I.P. and wanna break on through
When she with you she lyin but she fake it
When she with me she like it she never fake it

[Bridge: Ron Browz]
I wanna see you dance, see you dance
I wanna see you dance, see you dance
I wanna see you dance, see you dance
I wanna see you dance, see you dance

[Chorus: Ron Browz]
How we ball in the club I know you hate it
Mami dancin on the floor all like she naked
When she lay down with you I know she fake it
All the girls give it to me I ain't gotta take it
OHHHHHHHH!!!!! Pop champagne!
OHHHHHHHH!!!!! Pop champagne!
OHHHHHHHH!!!!! We pop champagne!
OHHHHHHHH!!!!! We pop champagne!

Give me a minute to get in it, give me a minute
With one of your main bitches, mental fitness I demonstrate
Right in front of your eyes
Watch your bitch elevate from a five to a nine

Confidence booster all in her mind
And I'm checkin' every dollar and dime
(Come with me)
To the city where my committee chase titties and ass
(Are you ready? Come with me)
I'll show you where the check break fast and we bust heads fast

If a nigga not in single file
Run up on him single style
Let the thing break him down, you love my methods
Take a nigga off the earth if he on my shit list reckless

The key copper have to eat proper
Bitches lookin' for guidance, had to be proper
Tone Capone is the beat dropper
The jump off is jumpin' off proper and it's about to get hotter

(Come with me)
'Til it pop off
And you better be ready for the jump off
(Come with me)
'Til it pop off

And you better be ready for the jump off
(Come with me)
'Til it pop off
And you better be ready for the jump off
(Come with me)

I still rep Walnut street in deep East Oakland
The 100 block where you can your whole shit broken
Like Mystikal 'Still Smokin
The life [unverified] and rent free

I never let nothin' live on my mind
I gotta grind
(Grind)
Shine and fight for my grandma
And don't do nothin' stupid like Hammer

'Til I go bankrupt, steady drinkin' 'til I finish my cup
Then bust ya head before I shoot up the gut
Fresh outta Folsom and proper beef injections
Chosen selections 'cause girl I ain't fuckin' without protection

I'm harder than erection
Teachers so you study your lessons
And advise for that viewer discretion
On a scale to 1 to 10, I get 11

Give a toast to the pussy like Devin
And beat it up off Sprite and Seagram 7
I've plottin' on a way to get rich
And keep bread out that cock

And all the folks in the hood aimin' for head
Shots of lead poppin', situation's crucial
And every nigga I'm wit is feelin' neutral
Fuck, takin' 10 paces and drawin' down

This ain't no Western movie
Roll a Swisher, pass it to Ric, sat the window wit the doobie
I'm lookin' at booty, onion ass on the strip
You fine but baby girl where your whip, it's jumpin' off

(Come with me)
'Til it pop off
And you better be ready for the jump off
(Come with me)
'Til it pop off

And you better be ready for the jump off
(Come with me)
'Til it pop off
And you better be ready for the jump off
(Come with me)

While I'm outtie on the west, I got the best weed and the best hoes
I'm on the block at all times, dressed in the best clothes
My focus is money 'cause pussy come natural
I only fuck with those that can show me some collateral

I deal 'em all off top
I ain't a child molester or a killer, I don't need y'all props
Shit, if she wit me, she know what it is
We hotellin' and you don't deserve to go to the crib

If yo patna wanna roll, she can roll, I ain't gotta touch
I like to smoke and watch you freaky hoes
And I could have my choice, enie meenie miney mo
Bust a nut, get the fuck, play it how it go

My main ho called and told me she made some money
I said, "Bitch you ain't never come gave it to me"
How many woman now done wanna get gangsta for me
Gotta be willin' to get down on your hands and stomach
(Are you ready?)

(Come with me)
'Til it pop off
And you better be ready for the jump off
(Come with me)
'Til it pop off

And you better be ready for the jump off
(Come with me)
'Til it pop off
And you better be ready for the jump off
(Come with me)

Shorty you're precious and you gon' love how I put it down, yeah
I see you watching so let's not mess around, no
No hesitating 'cause I got what you're lookin' for, oh yeah, yeah
And I got one word, one word to describe ya
Oh, you're precious

Whoa, whoa, shorty you know you precious
Hands down a little more then impressive
You could afford to be selective
If you've got a man he need to be over protective

No games just telling you my perspective
I would try to scoop you if I didn't even direct
She'll leave a nigga breathless
It's not who you came with is who they say you done left with

You got a lover every morning there's breakfast
And she don't be goin' through my phone like no detective
Seeing me with you got them sicka than asbestos
You ain't gotta love it they gotta fuckin' respect it

If I were you I would get up on some neck shit
If I send the goons out somebody's gonna make an exit
She come and get me if I get arrested
Lil' mama do the unexpected 'cause shorty she's a ridah

Shorty you're precious and you gon' love how I put it down, yeah
I see you watching so let's not mess around, no
No hesitating 'cause I got what you're lookin' for, oh yeah, yeah
And I got one word, one word to describe ya
Oh, you're precious

Every Obama needs a Michelle
So little mama won't you be my Michelle
Michelle my belle, I want you on my team, can't you tell?
Wanna buy you pretty things like bags from Channel
Texting on the phone, I got you laughin' on your cell

SMH, LOL with a smiley face
Talking dirty got me hotter than a fireplace
What's the deal? Is you tryna get baked?
Take you out the fridge and put your ass on boil

Treat you like milk I'll let your ass get spoiled
Said you wanna ride I bought you brand new toys
So tell cupid that I seen my target, pretty face
And a body like a Greek goddess
A diva, closet like Neiman Marcus
Work on a new fashion before it hits the market

Shorty you're precious and you gon' love how I put it down, yeah
I see you watching so let's not mess around, no
No hesitating 'cause I got what you're lookin' for, oh yeah, yeah
And I got one word, one word to describe ya
Oh, you're precious

Pretty brown eyes don't break my heart
Your body's in mint condition
We all find now you lit the spark
Let me put you in a right position

Right now
Tell me your fantasy baby and I'ma take you there, yeah
So turn the lights out
Or you can leave them on shorty, I don't care

Shorty you're precious and you gon' love how I put it down, yeah
I see you watching so let's not mess around, no
No hesitating 'cause I got what you're lookin' for, oh yeah, yeah
And I got one word, one word to describe ya
Oh, you're precious

Nigga, we too close, can't stop praying now
Though it seems there's no end to this pain
Every time I close my eyes I pray for rain
I pray for rain to wash away the strain

Nigga, we too close, can't stop praying now
Though it seems there's no end to this pain
Every time I close my eyes I pray for rain
I pray for rain to wash away the strain

You couldn't understand how much the pain weight
So in the hood we love the rainy days
'Cause sub constantly we know the sun's coming
We love the winter 'cause we know the summers coming

Remember I got locked the same night my son was coming
All I could do is pray that they don't take me away
And Lord knows I have the angel's on my side
They search the car, I had the hammer in my ride

A miracle on flat bush avenue
I still made it back to say push when she was having you
A newer version, a younger me
I want him to go to school and raise him up gun free

I swear some places I don't want him to be
And I swear some things I don't want him to see
But new booty, daddy loves you truly
So the nights you don't see me, you know daddy's on his duty

Nigga, we too close, can't stop praying now
Though it seems there's no end to this pain
Every time I close my eyes I pray for rain
I pray for rain to wash away the strain

What's a poor man's pickle? Survive threw the poor
Pull a truck upfront and drive threw the store
Had to be a felon, hated being proper
Read the book of life and satin was the author

Still I was the colperate rather be in rikers
The bugger had my baby momma running threw them diapers
All for that shitting and all them pampers
Grandma layed up with all of that cancer

Lid paint flaking constantly chipping
Mama with that dark rum constantly sipping
I vow to my name a bad transmission
For getting in the game that's a bad transition

One flick, one night I'm ally ally outsin' free
For getting you a place with a G
A couple heavy shots I'ma newer man ready
Go and get paper the hustler with the confetti, I'm ready

Nigga, we too close, can't stop praying now
Though it seems there's no end to this pain
Every time I close my eyes I pray for rain
I pray for rain to wash away the strain

I can truly understand
How life can drain all the passion from a man
With just one chance it can change his circumstance
And get that money, baby, get that money, babe
Let's get this money, baby, yeah

Nigga, we too close, can't stop praying now
Though it seems there's no end to this pain
Every time I close my eyes I pray for rain
I pray for rain to wash away the strain

This goes out to all my fly ladies, all across the world
You know I love you
And I'm sorry if I called you a bitch
Sincerely yours, Jones

Shawty's like the sexiest thing that I've ever seen
She is like a drug and you know Im'a fiend
When we sexin', shawty let me
Do the different freaky things to her

And I like the way she kiss me when we're all alone
And like when she miss me, she be callin' ma phone
Like where you been? Let's get it in
Scoop her up like, baby, let's roll

This is for my bitches
All around the world and they straight up sexy
All around the world ladies can you feel me?
That's the girls I like I put your hands up high, I, I, I

This is for my bitches
All around the world and they straight up sexy
All the girls around the world ladies can you feel me?
That's the girls I like I put your hands high, I, I, I
This is for my bitches

From New York, she was summer laid
(Like a star)
Pretty thang from around the way
(She was all)

Body like she was from the A
I like I like M.I.A
High drops that's the way we play
Top down major would a made ya day
Spending money like a Vegas day

See this is the life that most people dreamed of but this what we live for
They wanna take this from us why
'Cause we young black rich and famous, I wouldn't trade it for the world
And there's no regrets in life, how that sound

This is the life
When the champagne spills and the Rollie on a nigga wrist glows
This is the life
When the spotlight shines and the camera gets me with a sick pose

This is the life
When the night time falls and the cash shuts everything down
This is the life
I'm escapin' on a heartache so why you gotta blame the hood?

Main dragon chin chillied up
Took the champagne glasses, please fill 'em up
Don't be scared that you spillin' it
And tell the truth is you feelin' it

That's the breeze from the gutta
We make cheese cop V'S and burn rubba
The latest coop V's got the ladies loopy
Indulged in the world so we spend the paper loosely

Life in the lime light, pretty, pretty bitches
My ice shine bright, break bread wit my niggaz
The feds takin' pictures, we call 'em paparazzi
I tell my possie vogue strike a pose
I hop up in the Rolls, blunt, I'm gonna smoke

This is the life
When the champagne spills and the Rollie on a nigga wrist glows
This is the life
When the spotlight shines and the camera gets me with a sick pose

This is the life
When the night time falls and the cash shuts everything down
This is the life
I'm escapin' on a heartache so why you gotta blame the hood?

I wanna tell my problems to the reverend
Prayin' to God is there Harlem up in heaven?
Gazin' at the stars Ferrari engine rarrin'
At the red light and Harlem was the settin'

I'm married to a gang but didn't come for the weddin'
It started with the dealin' and dreams of four wheelin'
Comin' up I ran a amuck in the streets
Chasin' the fast bucks, stomach touch gotta eat

Now we orderin' breakfast, I'm sittin' at the table
Stackin' up my pancakes the syrups on maple
I gotta watch my brothers 'cause Cain can turn Abel
Gotta watch the money 'cause the thing can turn tables

This is the life
When the champagne spills and the Rollie on a nigga wrist glows
This is the life
When the spotlight shines and the camera gets me with a sick pose

This is the life
When the night time falls and the cash shuts everything down
This is the life
I'm escapin' on a heartache so why you gotta blame the hood?

All I need in this world of sin is just me and the pearl twin turbo
Blowin' smoke through the pipes, gettin' ghost through the night
This is fast life livin', pick a coast if you like

The day we cell dope, the night is velvet rope
Party with the chicks from the club with hella smoke
Whips that we valet soon as we hit Cali
Call the more buckets, ask the waitress what's the tally

Swipin' all da cash, lightin' up the grass
Four Seasons stays, more reason for us to play
Doin' sunset the Porsche Caberlay
Or the red eye flights like the Jedi Knight in Star Wars

This is the life
When the champagne spills and the Rollie on a nigga wrist glows
This is the life
When the spotlight shines and the camera gets me with a sick pose

This is the life
When the night time falls and the cash shuts everything down
This is the life
I'm escapin' on a heartache so why you gotta blame the hood?

Heaven for us
I wanna know is there a heaven for us, us, us, us, us?
Heaven for us
I wanna know is there a heaven for us, us, us, us, us?

Heaven for us
I wanna know is there a heaven for us, us, us, us, us?
Heaven for us
I wanna know is there a heaven for us, us, us, us, us?

[Juelz Santana]
Yo who that
[Ja]
Me,it's Ja

[Juelz Santana]
Ja, Come in man
What up Ja, what's poppin

[Ja]
What up Uncle Ju Ju
You know Im five years old now right

[Juelz Santana]
Yeah I know man you gettin big tell me about it what's good

[Ja]
It's crazy man, you know my teacher had the nerve to ask me for your autograph

[Juelz Santana]
What, she asked for my autograph in the class

[Ja]
I had to tell her man im here to learn this aint the time or the place for that

[Juelz Santana]
you crazy man say word

[Ja]
word

[Juelz Santana]
you a trip lil nigga you know that, what you tell her after that

[Ja]
I said a dipset bitch

[Juelz Santana]
a a a, come on man you cant be doin it like that at five man, you got to get another decade with you at least

[Ja]
you know that you the only thing they talk about in my school

[Juelz Santana]
word

[Ja]
not cause you that nigga

[Juelz Santana]
why

[Ja]
but bacause im that nigga


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you all i talk about

[Juelz Santana]
that's what's up that's what's up

[Ja]
some of the kids can hardly talk

[Juelz Santana]
yeah word

[Ja]
there fore you gotta make it happen
know what im talkin bout

[Juelz Santana]
yeah yeah i know what you talkin about nigga i know

[Ja]
word uncle Ju Ju

[Juelz Santana]
yo man come on man you gotta stop with that uncle Ju Ju shit man know what i mean

[Ja]
that's what i call you, that's what ima keep callin you and let everybody else call you Juelz aight

[Juelz Santana]
aight

[Ja]
other than that I just wanna tell you I love you

[Juelz Santana]
aww i love you too man

[Ja]
wo wo wo, dont be gettin all mushy on me man, it's time to do it big, now lets go

[Juelz Santana rapping]
Now that I've got your attention
[Repeat x5]
Im what the games been missing
What you about to witness is something that you haven't been witness'in
Im what the games been missing

Livin' fast and ballin' at Christmas time
It's fin to be a good Christmas this year
Santa know when you're good or bad and we're ballin'

The music's tight, the block is stuffed
We're here tonight and that's what's up
Livin' fast and ballin' at Christmas time
Livin' fast it's dipset Christmas time

Look I'm tryna live everyday like it's Christmas
I shovel yay so everyday a *** risk this
Blow from the copeyes, feelin' like popeyes
'Cause I'm in the coupe with a chicken and a biscuit

My *** get the same thing every year
Different mew new year match the color with they hair
And you know it cost kitty if I wear
A red monkey on the jeans, eleven hundred for the pair

Might show 'em how to ball this year, yeah
The dogs the fresh London fog this year
Put the box up pull out the foxy long hair
Fresh ta death might open a morgue this year

That's how I'm feelin' holiday season
That's the holiday greeting
Buy a ratchet for the holiday heathin'
They might be doin' holiday squeezin', ya dig?

The music's tight, the block is stuffed
We're here tonight and that's what's up
Livin' fast and ballin' at Christmas time
Livin' fast it's dipset Christmas time

I want it all from racetracks to the ball games
Now we race fast in the Porsche thing
I gotta ball gettin' cash of the raw cane, I got it
And wifey want the super charged range, she got it

I think the coupe might do the hard thing for real
Gotta do seventy and I pops the wing
A little car trivia, every car giddy up like a Clydesdale
The mood is right and I'm high as hell
Big trucks through the snow like a one horse slay

The V-12 come with five hundred horses
And my whole team ballin' and we all flossy
Now I'm hearin' piff while I'm sniffin' the eggnog
Pumpin' my *** and I'm whippin' the best cars

That's 'cause we get dough
So this year mommy Benz with the red bow
You know we gettin' dollas like pref low
Holiday season so we sippin' on the XO

The music's tight, the block is stuffed
We're here tonight and that's what's up
Livin' fast and ballin' at Christmas time
Livin' fast and ballin' at Christmas time
Livin' fast it's dipset Christmas time

It's Christmas time everybody jolly
Feel it blood, everybody wanna party
Get ya flag on red rags out
Feelin' good pull the red jags out

We gonna ball at the red lights
Shit pretty ***, blind a ho with the head lights
Oh, I heard lotus poppin'
A lotta pretty *** with the fishnet stockings

Hit the club by the bar route
Where the dutches at get the jars out
And put the piffy in the air
I ain't that bent don't skip me, give it here

And we could one two step
Throw ya gang up what hood you rep nine tres
And everybody spazz out
Get blowed homie 'til you *** pass out, it's Christmas

The music's tight, the block is stuffed
We're here tonight and that's what's up
Livin' fast and ballin' at Christmas time
Livin' fast and ballin' at Christmas time
Livin' fast it's dipset Christmas time

Hey, hey, have a very merry Christmas
Have a dipset Christmas and a happy New Year

Livin' fast and ballin' at Christmas time
It's fin to be a good Christmas this year
Santa know when you're good or bad and we're ballin'

The music's tight, the block is stuffed
We're here tonight and that's what's up
Livin' fast and ballin' at Christmas time
Livin' fast it's dipset Christmas time

Look I'm tryna live everyday like it's Christmas
I shovel yay so everyday a *** risk this
Blow from the copeyes, feelin' like popeyes
'Cause I'm in the coupe with a chicken and a biscuit

My *** get the same thing every year
Different mew new year match the color with they hair
And you know it cost kitty if I wear
A red monkey on the jeans, eleven hundred for the pair

Might show 'em how to ball this year, yeah
The dogs the fresh London fog this year
Put the box up pull out the foxy long hair
Fresh ta death might open a morgue this year

That's how I'm feelin' holiday season
That's the holiday greeting
Buy a ratchet for the holiday heathin'
They might be doin' holiday squeezin', ya dig?

The music's tight, the block is stuffed
We're here tonight and that's what's up
Livin' fast and ballin' at Christmas time
Livin' fast it's dipset Christmas time

I want it all from racetracks to the ball games
Now we race fast in the Porsche thing
I gotta ball gettin' cash of the raw cane, I got it
And wifey want the super charged range, she got it

I think the coupe might do the hard thing for real
Gotta do seventy and I pops the wing
A little car trivia, every car giddy up like a Clydesdale
The mood is right and I'm high as hell
Big trucks through the snow like a one horse slay

The V-12 come with five hundred horses
And my whole team ballin' and we all flossy
Now I'm hearin' piff while I'm sniffin' the eggnog
Pumpin' my *** and I'm whippin' the best cars

That's 'cause we get dough
So this year mommy Benz with the red bow
You know we gettin' dollas like pref low
Holiday season so we sippin' on the XO

The music's tight, the block is stuffed
We're here tonight and that's what's up
Livin' fast and ballin' at Christmas time
Livin' fast and ballin' at Christmas time
Livin' fast it's dipset Christmas time

It's Christmas time everybody jolly
Feel it blood, everybody wanna party
Get ya flag on red rags out
Feelin' good pull the red jags out

We gonna ball at the red lights
Shit pretty ***, blind a ho with the head lights
Oh, I heard lotus poppin'
A lotta pretty *** with the fishnet stockings

Hit the club by the bar route
Where the dutches at get the jars out
And put the piffy in the air
I ain't that bent don't skip me, give it here

And we could one two step
Throw ya gang up what hood you rep nine tres
And everybody spazz out
Get blowed homie 'til you *** pass out, it's Christmas

The music's tight, the block is stuffed
We're here tonight and that's what's up
Livin' fast and ballin' at Christmas time
Livin' fast and ballin' at Christmas time
Livin' fast it's dipset Christmas time

Hey, hey, have a very merry Christmas
Have a dipset Christmas and a happy New Year

American Gangster is what i want to be.
The song goes thru my ears,but it's to loud.
My feather used to be a gangster in his band.
He was a mexaen then he turned into a american.
So everyone called him AMERICAN GANGSTER.
I became one just like him.
I got in a band just like him.

I did everything just like him.
I came home my mother just stared at meee uh...i screamed just like
Him. then i looked him.

[Juelz Santana]
Yo who that
[Ja]
Me,it's Ja

[Juelz Santana]
Ja, Come in man
What up Ja, what's poppin

[Ja]
What up Uncle Ju Ju
You know Im five years old now right

[Juelz Santana]
Yeah I know man you gettin big tell me about it what's good

[Ja]
It's crazy man, you know my teacher had the nerve to ask me for your autograph

[Juelz Santana]
What, she asked for my autograph in the class

[Ja]
I had to tell her man im here to learn this aint the time or the place for that

[Juelz Santana]
you crazy man say word

[Ja]
word

[Juelz Santana]
you a trip lil nigga you know that, what you tell her after that

[Ja]
I said a dipset bitch

[Juelz Santana]
a a a, come on man you cant be doin it like that at five man, you got to get another decade with you at least

[Ja]
you know that you the only thing they talk about in my school

[Juelz Santana]
word

[Ja]
not cause you that nigga

[Juelz Santana]
why

[Ja]
but bacause im that nigga


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you all i talk about

[Juelz Santana]
that's what's up that's what's up

[Ja]
some of the kids can hardly talk

[Juelz Santana]
yeah word

[Ja]
there fore you gotta make it happen
know what im talkin bout

[Juelz Santana]
yeah yeah i know what you talkin about nigga i know

[Ja]
word uncle Ju Ju

[Juelz Santana]
yo man come on man you gotta stop with that uncle Ju Ju shit man know what i mean

[Ja]
that's what i call you, that's what ima keep callin you and let everybody else call you Juelz aight

[Juelz Santana]
aight

[Ja]
other than that I just wanna tell you I love you

[Juelz Santana]
aww i love you too man

[Ja]
wo wo wo, dont be gettin all mushy on me man, it's time to do it big, now lets go

[Juelz Santana rapping]
Now that I've got your attention
[Repeat x5]
Im what the games been missing
What you about to witness is something that you haven't been witness'in
Im what the games been missing

[Chorus: ]
Now how u gon? tell me you don?t love me no more (how you gon' tell me that?)
'Cuz I'm out here getting this bread (you hatin' on this paper chase?)
Tryna get my Momma a crib (shit don?t even sound right)
Tryna get up out the ghetto
Now how the hood talkin' 'bout they don't need me no more
(What'chu want me stuck in the ghetto, listen I'ma get out)
'Cuz a mu'fucka push that GT
(Then you what, I'ma come back for the niggas need to be reached for)
It's a problem tryna take that from me
(You niggas is slippin')
'Cuz I'm packin' heavy metal uhhuh

I hear the streets talking funny (shit)
So I laugh (haha) tell 'em keep talking funny (keep talking funny)
I'ma keep talking money (yup)
And all different types (what)
The yens and the pounds (pounds)
Nigga just for spite push, the Bentley round town (sparrows)
Tripin' in ice I still be up town (Harlem)
I hear em kicking up dirt on my name (so what)
But I could clean em up like detergent on a stain
Or I'll beam 'em up we got birdies on the chain (easy)
Respect my mind or respect my grind (cause what)
Gone to the bank when its cheque signing time (okay)
Its Tito Borough when it's jet flying time (clear-port)
And we so thorough we the set fly or die (Dip Set)
The bitches funny I'm talking bout life (yup)
It was Sunday to Sunday on New York's chilly nights (that's right)
And we was hungry nauseas for a bite
But if the world's apple pie of course you want a slice (yup)

[Chorus: ]

Heard somebody speak my name, but death was next to it (pray for me)
My next breath was let's do it (kid)
Got me runnin' through the game with my vest and my best shooters (who's next)
Best of event VVS and best ya jewelers (new year)
Nigga outta lame ya shit, gets chewed up (get em)
And I'm tryna kill the pain with like two sluts (what's up baby)
Use to say money ain't a thang to I blew up (what)
Then money's everything, but that thang can break your crew up (true stills)
Where did love go? (where)
And where does that leave us? (where we at)
They holdin' grudges on how they receive us (fa sho')
And show the judges on how they perceive us
Hate to see a thug nigga whip the foreign features (ballin')
Secretary's that Condoleza (yup)
Cash first, secondary we use the visa (uh huh)
Blast first, never worry about police cuffs (nope)
Ya either leave us or you free us
I need money!

[Chorus: ]

When it gets messed around with I'm the one, one
Uh huh. Uh.

(Jim Jones Talking)
I swear it wasn't me
I swear that wasn't me
I swear it wasn't me I swear baby
When it gets messed around with I'm the one, I'm the one
It wasn't me I promise

This ya boy jones
(Ooh. Ooh. Oh oh. )
With a sexy young diva, her name is Lumidee (that's right)
(Ooh. Ooh. Oh oh.)
She tryin take my game flab and all that
(Ooh. Ooh. Oh oh.)
But she's tellin me she's up to my tricks
(When it gets messed around with I'm the one, I'm the one)
And I'll be happy to give all up
You know what baby?
(What?)

(Verse 1) (Jim Jones)
Do you get it from you mami? (damn!)
Or we can take a trip to Miami
Tear the roof off till they flicks spot a lambi (what else)
Marcuilago C's with the auto marble piece (ballin!)
Don't tell ya moms about me (nope)
She ain't gon like that you involved with a g (I'll tell you what)
I'll tell you yet, meet me uptown top down
Show you the world, that's why we speedin around (Go!)

(Verse 2) (Lumidee)
You gonna make me (somethin a rather leader)
It's kinda crazy (feels like I just meet ya)
Up on the dancefloor (like I'm catchin a seizure)
Damn, it should phase me (I'ma bout to re-up)

(Chorus)
All the things you do, all your lil moves (uh-huh, uh-huh, uh-huh)
Every chick in here wanna get a piece of you (yeah, yeah)
All the things you do, all your lil moves (uh-huh, uh-huh, uh-huh)
Every chick in here wanna get a piece of you (yeah, yeah, come on)
Oh. Oh oh oh oh. Oh oh oh oh. Oh oh oh oh.
When I gets messed around with I'm the one, one (you ready? What else?)

(Verse 3) (Lumidee)
It's so amazing


You wouldn't blame me (When he's got his g's up)
What I got in store (It's hard to believe)
He's gonna want more (He's gon need that ring)

(Chorus)
All the things you do, all your lil moves (uh-huh, uh-huh, uh-huh)
Every chick in here wanna get a piece of you
All the things you do, all your lil moves (uh-huh, uh-huh, uh-huh)
Every chick in here wanna get a piece of you
(Oh. Oh oh oh oh. Oh oh oh oh. Oh oh oh oh.)
When I gets messed around with I'm the one, one (Jones!)

(Verse 4) (Jim Jones)
His shoes shoes to my dog
New koofs got the partial greys (stuntin)
And movin through just like a horse race (see this)
She want a bottle so I brought the keg (it's nothin)
I stared at her and took a double take (BALLIN!)
I told em miss me with that bullshit (that's right)
They bullshit ya buck sixty for the bullrus (you see it)
We pull them grips a buck sixty so I brought this (its nothin)
No offense b, girl I need a boss (you ready?)

(Lumidee)
Believe that I can ride
Keep you by my side
Bossy as I wanna be
Shit don't even try
Believe that I can ride
Keep you by my side
Bossy as I wanna be
Shit don't even try

(Chorus)
All the things you do, all your lil moves (uh-huh, uh-huh, uh-huh)
Every chick in here wanna get a piece of you
All the things you do, all your lil moves (uh-huh, uh-huh, uh-huh)
Every chick in here wanna get a piece of you
When I gets messed around with I'm the one, one
(Oh. Oh oh oh oh. Oh oh oh oh. Oh oh oh oh.)
When I gets messed around with I'm the one, one

(Jim Jones)
Aye we jus havin fun out here, you understand me?
You said you up on everything
It depends on how fast you wanna live
We live in the fast life cuz we rockstars
You up for that?

Yo, it definitely is a concrete jungle
And yet, there's more to life than misery
We have to have unity in our community
We have to work together brothers and sisters (I'm from the ghetto)
Yeah this is Dr. Ben, I'm with Jim Jones (Lord knows, I was on the run confused)
DipSet forever (shit)
We're talking about a concrete jungle (yeah it sure is a jungle)
Life or Death, you have to choose life (I done seen it all, at least I think I seen it all)

<i>[Verse 1]</i>
I'm with my concrete jungle, no Tarzans and Janes (no swinging from vines)
Diesel by the bundles, and the hard grams of 'caine (we on our grind)
D's when they come through; it's hard to get some change
Smoking weed getting drunk, in the car for a flame (slow down nigga)
Yeah I see the traffic, but we dipping on the shoulder (break laws)
Winter start to set in, it's only getting colder (dress warm)
And I miss you all my political soldiers
Most are doing life for moving bricks or doing hold-ups
Damn I know we caught up in the fast life
Some life a fiend when they caught up on the glass pipe (we pookie out here)
Me, I'm still caught up from last night
Same clothes from the club, on the block getting cash right (I'm on my G though)
Damn, you know this world full of misery (pray for me)
Some get tore up 'til they hurl off the liquor B (gettin twisted)
Somebody told me that the girls need the chivalry (fuck a bitch)
That's why I cop ice 'til they ass get the shivers B

<i>[Chorus]</i>
Ain't nothing sweet living in this ghetto (ain't nothing sweet about it)
Been there, done that, running in the streets (running wild)
Now put your lighters to your head, nigga ride
I'm trying to make the most of my hustler (I gotta hustle)
Been there, done that, so I can live out all my dreams (live out my dreams)
Now put your lighters to your head, nigga ride

<i>[Verse 2]</i>
For the coke I would sleep hard
But the game drove me nuts, in the streets, I'm a full-fledged retard
Was the city block overseer
Man your life is Chuck E. Cheese, mine is a pizzeria
How many pies I done flipped?
I lost count
How many guys I done gave shit?
I lost count
Holding, but I can't ignore cheating
Any day your life could be the hot topic at that board meeting
They discussing who'll stretch you for your trees
For your thievery, you living, you breathing for no fucking reason
That's how it is when you make a man
That's why your man's gotta learn to make himself
Then you shake his hand
Man, I'm into catching heavy clams
And when Dezzy cans when it comes to dumping I got heavy hands
Ain't gonna be right for your picking jet
This is ours, the square is where we eat, this our kitchenette

<i>[Chorus]</i>

<i>[Verse 3]</i>
I let my temper hit the floor
I be staring through the mirror as I serenade my halls
I'm fond of the juices that marinate they drawers
My shorty, she bank a carrot with the four, cause
If you take us out, the streets will evolve
Some niggaz they live to eat, some niggaz eat to survive
And my conscience keep disturbing me, fucking with my energy
Niggaz that I thought was friends, really the enemy
Dear Lord please grant me the serenity
To accept the things that I cannot change
Locked up for eight years and ain't join no gangs
Been converted to true nigga, I'm as real as they come
And any moment I have you staring the barrel of my gun
Put my dick up in the streets, but I'm married to the slums
Put the chips up in the ante and tally up the sum
I'm having fun, hitting the fiends in the allies with some jums

<i>[Chorus]</i>

Alright, yeah but in choosing life, you got choices (oh yeah)
The jungle is full of everything
It's the mother and the father of creation (ain't nothing sweet about it)
But listen up, you have to choose something for yourself
Do something for yourself, make something of yourself
That's what time it is (don't let go)
Go strong, be strong, stand for something in life (all my young soldiers)
Yeah, concrete jungle
I can feel it, I can smell it (sometimes it gets hard)
Jim Jones is spitting truth, the power (don't let 'em pull your car over)
Now and forever more
Making life the way it should be

Ain't nothing sweet about it
Make me want to scream and shout it
But I know I got to hold on, and just roll on

<i>[Chorus 2X: Max B & Jim]</i>
BYRD GANG WE GET MONEY....
WE WON'T STOP, WE DESTINED TO BLOW
I'MA TAKE MY NIGGAZ AND BITCHES WHEREVER I GOOOO
SO DON'T FORGET ABOUT ME, DON'T FORGET ABOUT MEEEE....
I KNOW I KNOOOOOOW

<i>[Verse One]</i>
Now due to me (JONES!)
Me and my truancy (NINE TREY!)
Running through the streets since early puberty! (YOUNG NIGGAZ!)
What influenced me (let em know)....it was the jewelry
Tryna get cash so I can do it like the older G's (BALLIIIING!)
The 80's...big thick rope chains
life was all crazy getting rich off cocaine (TRUE STORY NIGGA)
...so I been caught up dog, nothing like Usher (no).....
more like a hustler (yep)
all night with customers, tryna get my paper up (right)
Jealousy, envy....gotta watch, they'll spray you up
But it was something bout the gun play....
rolling dice on blocks, double parked up on a one way (TRIPS NIGGA!)
And breaking law was the norm' (yep), the club break about 4 in the morn'd
So we parking lot pimp, hit the diner for some grub
The squad type thick you know I'm rolling with the thugs

<i>[Chorus]</i>

<i>[Verse Two]</i>
Now as I roll up my window (R-Class), blaze up the indo (that purple!)....
get tore down for my homies in the pen (miss you Zeke)
I'm ma take you the Cali with me (WESTSIDE!)....
know ya dress code, heavy sag on ya Dickies (B'S & C'S!)
You catch me out in Houston, and usually we can slow it up (slow motiooon)
And get screwed, get a deuce and we can throw it up!
ATL sharp, if you balling and you make it rain (BALLIIIING!)
"I'm in love with a stripper", alcohol on ya brain
Fast track life, the shit is uncanny (I LOVE IT)
When it come to birds fly south to Miami (OPIUM!)
Weather like 80 (sunny), drop-top Mercedes (BALLIN)
"Sai Pa Say", on the block in Little Haiti
Chicago is the wolves, the bears, and the gangster's (you hear that?)
2 12'N with the OG's, tryna get the answers
And all these O. T trips got me tired
drive the wheels til they fall off
and I just bought some new tires

<i>[Chorus]</i>

Now don't push me away 'cause when the first time I met you
Girl, you shook me in ways
You know the life of a nigga's cookin' up yay
And because you knew the pitfalls and the tumbles of the game

You've seen the spotlight watch niggas fallin' to the fame
And all the time you tried to tell me to stay hungry and maintain
When I was like let's go half on a baby
And if not then lets go half on a 'cedes

Drop top coup while we pumpin' sweet sadie
Flyin' up Lennox, doin' us, pushin' 80
The road trips, the late nights got you pissed
The road trips, the late nights got us rich

The clothes that we wear, the place that we piss
Run and get shot, we ain't what we sit
So if I don't get a chance to tell you
Now too often lately girl how your hand so helpful

In this cold world girl every man needs help too
So baby, I'ma ride and no plans to fail you

Please, baby, don't push me away
I want you
Please, baby don't push me away
I need you

I had enough of the shucking and jiving, duckin' and hidin'
I'm tryin' to get to conversation and ridin'
'Cause I'm feelin' your essence your presence
Is just enough to let me know that it's destined

And since the day that I found you, there's something about you
That makes me want to lose it and pounce ya
But it's not just your body, it's your mind
Your spirit, everything combined

And while I got a chance, take my hand
And let me show you something real, that love you can feel

Please, baby, don't push me away
I want you
Please, baby don't push me away
I need you

Uh, now two years done passed, few cheers, few laughs
Coppin' Vs, shoppin' sprees gears in the bags
And who cares who's near 'cause most of the bitches
Would just say you was there for the cash

And I ain't scared of your past, I prepare for the future
The one thing I ask is just don't tear a nigga coup up
You brang the bail when I was caged up
And back and forth the court to the lawyer now we case shut

You found the numbers in my phone, you was my face but
You know what they say the break ups to make ups
And I admit I'm getting better with the flirtin'
You know you dead sexy when you yellin' and you cursin'

You such a hell of a person
So when I get home I'm gonnna tell you in person
Face to face, I'ma run base to base
And then I'ma slide home safe till I make yo body shake

You tell me every night that life comes with a twist
That I'm in the spotlight and I'm runnin' the risk
Hey, you always say love don't come with a kiss
It's hard soakin' up game when it's comin' from a bitch

But where's my manners, never take you for granted?
Never take you advantage, most people don't understand it
Is you happy? Look inside humor
When you and I together what the fuck they gonna do wit us?

Say ya prayer 'cause we destined for glory
And when the credits roll it's Harlem's West Side Story

My vision of the lovin' is close
That's how I want us to be when we doin' our thing
Kissin' ya, lickin' ya, touchin' ya, rubbin' ya
Tell me how you want me to bring it?

Because I know he got limits
But baby I don't, and my feelin's they won't
Let you get away from me, come stay with me
Baby, baby, please, baby, don't push me away

When the sunshine turn to rain
Baby, I can take away your pain
Just call me up when you need some time
I'll take you out, break you off like daddy come on

You don't have to settle for less
And baby, I can give you what you want
Just call me up when you need some time
And you can get it from me just like daddy come on

Shit, so don't push me away

Cold sweats from bad dreams
I hope the Feds don't grab the team
'Cause we been labeled as the trouble makers
We sell whole pies so you ain't got to cut the cake up

Tell no lies, so the Lord come and take us
Praise to Allah, hope the Lord He forsake us
And outlaws is what it made us
We live the fast life and so we ball out major

Until I see a ribbon in the sky
Cop plush cars put ribbons on the ride
And due to my political ties
I can't roll around without the drip in the ride

And if my gun boys ain't hear of ya
You're lightweight I get the young boys to murder ya
You're looking at a cracker's worst nightmare
Young, black, rich and with a fresh pair Nike

Boy, you talk about my life here
Fuck wit OG's that put dice in the mirror
And they tell me that life's but a gamble
The media will turn your whole life into a scandal

Put my emotions aside 'cause they can never take my alive
I'm a ride and don't cry
'Cause momma raised hell of a thug
And if I'm standing in front of the judge

And guess what? He can never take me alive
I'm a ride and don't cry
'Cause momma raised hell of a thug
And if I'm standing in front of the judge

Poured off Bentley, looking like steroids
Jetson car, I'm looking like Elroy
Maserati lookin' like a shark on land
Neiman Marcus edition, contraband

Neiman Marcus I'm in it, shopping and
Five thousand spent on pants, man
Bitches love it, niggas want it
So bad they wanna take it but I kill 'em for it

Believe me, I'm like a bear that ain't get his porridge
You better stay out the forest, warning
It's Santana he fucks
Money man, make you do a handstand for the bucks

I see you clear, my antennas is up
And that hand-scale is still in my pocket
What you want? Dough boys in the trap, where ya at?
Coke dealer's in the hood, what's good?

Boy getting them bricks with the stamp on the shit
Well, come meet the man that's stamping them bricks
Fly wit' the Byrds or lie wit' the dirt
Your corpse, flies will emerge

Put my emotions aside 'cause they can never take my alive
I'm a ride and don't cry
'Cause momma raised hell of a thug
And if I'm standing in front of the judge

And guess what? He can never take me alive
I'm a ride and don't cry
'Cause momma raised hell of a thug
And if I'm standing in front of the judge

They say your enemies is close, your friends even closer
Listening to 'Pac up ten in the roaster
And now do you wanna ride or die?
Blowin' smoke in the air, getting high as the sky

I'm drunk staring be, I need therapy
The paranoia got me thinking conspiracy
Paper on the brain, the brain on the yayo
I make it off the plane I'm a land to a payroll

My right hand to God, put my right hand in the jar
And it'll all come back, like grams of the hard
You heard of us, the murders, the most shady
Been on the low lately, the Feds hate me

They try to put cuffs on me and my assailants
When I push fees through the streets, they be tailing
They try to catch me out of bounds
They know I got pistols if you catch me outta town

A thug changes and love changes
And since 9 11, the price of the drugs changes

Put my emotions aside 'cause they can never take my alive
I'm a ride and don't cry
'Cause momma raised hell of a thug
And if I'm standing in front of the judge

And guess what? He can never take me alive
I'm a ride and don't cry
'Cause momma raised hell of a thug
And if I'm standing in front of the judge

<i>[Jha Jha Verse]</i>
Now I am fresh out of bail
harder flyer than a muthafuck
I dont do the ??
Sumthin like a rubber nut
Sumthin like a hustler
Got it runin through my blood
You aint bout dat money
Well honey I dont give a fuck
trynna ball wit a hoodie on
Cost about a stack
Got my booty shorts on but you cant see da stash

My shawty in da hood said he like it like dat
He put it on me good
and I throw it right back
Im a Playa
Ima pimp
I'll stick ya up for ya cheedar
And all ya chips
Gimme da keys
I want da Juice
Da credit cards, Da dogs and house too
Dey see Im doin me
Dey see Im gettin paid
I still be in da hood
Repersentin for da Days
Mercedes wanna hate
Try to stomp em
Ima Fake
O its all in da game
But im still gettin cake

<i>[Hook (Jha Jha)]</i>
If you a G
Lemme see
You aint gotta pay for da dinner
Its on me
Lets get it poppin shawty
Lets get it poppin shawty
I get it poppin shawty
Lets get it poppin shawty

<i>[Hook (Jim Jones)]</i>
We got da cash (Flossin')
Buy out da bars(Ballin')
Drop da tops out da celing
You see da stars (Uh)
We get it poppin shawty (Uh)
I get it poppin shawty (Uh)
We get it poppin shawty (Uh)
We get it poppin shawty (Uh)

<i>[Jim Jones Verse]</i>
Now what bitch dont want me (Who)
Young rich G (Ballin')
Gun beneath da seat
Pushin a hundred on da V (Speedin')
Hand on da rocks two seater what you call dat (Foul)
Lambergini drop
Two divas how ya solve dat (Get Em)
Easy Just loosen up da bra strap
Make em feel sexy
Push dat seat to da coupe back (da celing's missin)
And den you let da breeze do da four play Caress her a little
And den you let da V do da horseplay
Turn da city streets to a horse race
Burn rubber (Vroom)
And word motha I got no cover Hoes love us (Dey love us doe)
And I only fear da Lord above us (Gratefully)
So if you want me come and get me
Make it good muhfucka (I'm neva scared)
Tell da hatas cuff at dat (Chea)
I play wit paper by da ten stack (Cakin)
I love ladies wit a shoe fettish (HA HA)
I tell her baby I got a coupe fettish (You hear dat)
You wanna ride wit a G

<i>[Both hooks]</i>

<i>[Princess Verse]</i>
Now bout to get it poppin
If you ready for us
Startin wit dem shoppin sprees
Im givin honts so dey know it
Who said love dont cost a thing
Im from da city where da chicks are thick
Blingin on dey neck and wrist
And niggas poppin bottles
While da ladies rock dey hips
You get to know me and i'll teach you somethin
To go from lil money flossin
To doin super stuntin
Im always griindin so Im gettin money
Stick wit me and you'll go far
Dem otha chicks dey come a dime a dozen
You say dat you a G
Well nigga let me see
I'll take you places where you neva thought dat you would be
I got a sassy mouth
And yea I'm from da south
And you could tell because you see my ass and hips poked out
I'm best dressed no doubt
Lets go it aint no thang
Princess im da chick
And dont forget my name
And this here wont change
You betta sho respect
Or we'll really get it poppin
Jha Jha, Crime Mob, and Dipset

<i>[Both Hooks once]</i>