F.E.A.S.T Prelude lyrics - Jim Jones
This the way of life
This heavy moon you need to be scarred
(Scorsese)
Well, we always make it cinematic for ya
Let you see something you could hear nigga
Oh, you gonna hear this
And I ain't talkin' about no melody neither nigga
You think about that
I'm watchin' you niggas
(Yea, I got my eye on you)
I know what you did last summer
Talkin' my style
Quote me nigga
Quote this
Nigga I grew here, you niggas flew here
For my real niggas
Watchin' my style
Countin' my money
Where the fuck you thought I was goin'?
Where was I supposed to go?
Where the fuck you thought we was goin'? Matters fact
Billy up
When we started this gangsta shit nigga
Deep Cell wussup
Oh, you thought money made me fall back?
Nah nah nah fuck that
Who you think started this Lamborghini shit in the middle of Harlem nigga?
Killa wuddup
I didn't crash enough cars to make you niggas go broke
Just can't pay that car note nigga
Yea nigga, shake 'em
What's in the bank too
Ain't nothing changed nigga
2-2 got hit
You know when you see me is like a walking deposit nigga
Cash on deck
You know what come with that cash
Nah, nah, nah, we ain't beefing
Na, we ain't beefing, we're getting money, right?
That's what everybody else said
What spread the love, nigger!
Cause I've been getting money, that's a fact!
Ain't nothing changed on this side, nothing!
But to hear the motherfuckin' ride nigga
You know, we're waitin' or we countin'
Oh, that's hard to find
Find the 'mote patrol in your mother fucking house nigger, and put the tube on bitch!
Stupid niggad
Wussup
But they're tellin' me to chill
Chill for what?
Chill won't pay the bills, and we're trying to eat
So I figure we have a feast
And sit down at the round table!
My family eating and staying true
True to this loyalty, bring something to the table
True to this hustle, don't you sit at the table
True to this money
And to the FEAST
Is them against us, always
And no one in between
Don't get caught in the crossfire
Billy up
You niggers ain't vamping right
What y'all call jewels we clal reality
True story
Reality is nigger we're back!
You know my niggas locked up behind the G wall
You already know what it is
Inhale, exhale or subwoof nigga
No Way lyrics - Jim Jones (feat. Trav)
With every breath that's aside of me
Vampire life, my dep poor society
Half my niggas paying debts to the society
So I've been having problems with my sobriety (I'm getting drunk, word)
I'm paranoid and know the rioty
Or watch the feds I know they iron me
Promise myself, never let a hoe lie to me
Or watch myself I'm getting bread in low economy
I pray to God that there be no lying to me
I throw these stacks at my designer jeans, word
We getting wasted like the whole day
The bitch said my kisses tasted like Rosay
Rub my dick harder than a roll of quarters
20 champagne is the total water
100 grand for that frozen water
Hope you got the passport, just to show the porter
Humping hard, on my guard then I'm next to 'em
Back some top hard, somethin' sexy sitting next to 'em
Who gonna get it next nigga?
I got fatty fuck a motherfucking check nigga
I keep 20 cash on me daily
Does the blast cause they wanna kill me
We in Jamaica of Miami Vice
Catch us up in live on Miami nice
See, you might not understand the life
Word how I sperge about 10 grand a night
The beast holding on the swimmy tight
Tryna to tell my white girl make sure the candy right
I still hit the block if I fucking please
No roof just a watch on my fucking sleeve
Make you wanna stop and feel the fucking breeze
I told her bust the suede off my fucking sleeve
When the lights go low, go low
Everyone's a tough guy
City till them shots fly
And the same ones that talking right the homicide
No way, no way, can be my next
No way, no way, swallow my pride nigga
No way, no way, I'd rather die nigga
I'm a ride for my niggas, tell them that I said no way
My state but sore, inadmissible in court, my lawyer
Cause I used to dribble hard with them bricks I brought, true story
Get them cars like the wiki Porsche
Niggas act hard then we load the clips in the torch
Huh, yeah that's Shawty clear nigga thoughts
If I'm underrated that's your richest thought
Think about it, it's just a thought
It got me looking at this game like it's a bitch's sport
Mimi said, she can make it do magic
Have your block clicking like it's blue magic
I watched the 80′s, I killed the 90′s
Now I'm having scary dreams the more this guilt behind me
So then I party like it's '99
Towers hidden, it was hard for us to find the lot
The drop worries just sudden to drive
Me and trav in the drop head on Sunset Drive
Now I'm slipping gun by my side
Paranorm for every fan that run by side
We try not catch a homicide
I'm tryna to make it back to the east, where mamas fry
When the lights go low, go low
Everyone's a tough guy
City till them shots fly
And the same ones that talking right the homicide
No way, no way, can be my next
No way, no way, swallow my pride nigga
No way, no way, I'd rather die nigga
I'm a ride for my niggas, tell them that I said no way
Paper Chase lyrics - Jim Jones (feat. Trav)
Still chasing them hoes
Woke up in a daze bitch all in my face
One thing on my mind is I gotta get paid
Throw on my new J's then I hit the streets
Bills gotta get paid
Baby gotta eat oh oh
I'm on the paper chase, paper chasin' oh oh
I'm on the paper chase, paper chasin'
Racks I'll be chasin'
I ain't chasing these hoes
Focus on this money
I'm just getting this dough oh oh
They talking money no I'm speaking fluent
If you're talking lawyers let's keep it Jewish
If it's dropped top let's keep it ruthless
If you talkin' promise you know we get stupid
If I'm sleeping I dream on
If I sleep then my team on
Niggas beefin' out in the streets
Money puttin' the beam on
Quadruple with that racing pal, yeah
Yea, I'm master of the face and black
Some of team just to make you back
And all that damn try to make you stack
My bitch in Atlanta, get money, bring the hammers
Once she talking and understand her
She give me brand and call it country grammar
And I'm getting bread, all kind of dough
While I'm getting' head I'll be countin' dough
Fuck the feds, I'm a drown in dough
And my trunk look like it ain't my top
In this pump just might gonna shake that block
I want this done so unlace the watch
Hundred carrots, no bunny rabbits
Motherfucker, this straight up box
Woke up in a daze bitch all in my face
One thing on my mind is I gotta get paid
Throw on my new J's then I hit the streets
Bills gotta get paid
Baby gotta eat oh oh
I'm on the paper chase, paper chasin' oh oh
I'm on the paper chase, paper chasin'
Racks I'll be chasin'
I ain't chasing these hoes
Focus on this money
I'm just getting this dough oh oh
I'm just tryna get it how I live shawty
I'm just tryna eat, who got a pill for me?
My baby need a crib homie
Better yet, my baby need somewhere to live broadie
Ridin' 'round with that thorny
Pistol talk 'til I point it
Give it up when I want it
Give everything out of this joint
Got a body on the floor
A body on the court
Body at the starters screaming murder that you wrote wut
Is you who from?
'Cause I ain't going in until my bill's done
My bills gotta be paid up
Post cup, laid up till I count this paper
Gotta get my cake up, baby need some peppers
Hoes want shopping spree
I guess I'm nigga
Going on the ride sprays
'Til I get a jace
Tell I bring home a hundred G's
I'm a rubber nigga for a hundred piece
Woke up in a daze bitch all in my face
One thing on my mind is I gotta get paid
Throw on my new J's then I hit the streets
Bills gotta get paid
Baby gotta eat oh oh
I'm on the paper chase, paper chasin' oh oh
I'm on the paper chase, paper chasin'
Racks I'll be chasin
I ain't chasing these hoes
Focus on this money
I'm just getting this dough oh oh
Comin From lyrics - Jim Jones (feat. T.W.O, Sen City)
They don't understand where I'm comin' from
And they don't understand where I brought this
I'm a keep fuckin' these bitches
Keep makin' these riches
Keep talkin' my money, on the road to the riches
But you see us ballin'
They hear the screachin' on the pine
Drips up in this bezel hole
Fuck is on your mind?
I'm a keep pushin' new tags
Keep makin' these niggas mad
Strip club with a half top
Tell your friends to kiss my ass
They don't understand where I'm comin' from
And they don't understand where I brought this
I'm a keep fuckin' these bitches
Keep makin' these riches
Keep talkin' my money, on the road to the riches
But you see us ballin'
They hear the screachin' on the pine
Drips up in this bezel hole
Fuck is on your mind?
I'm a keep pushin' new tags
Keep makin' these niggas mad
Strip club with a half top
Tell your friends to kiss my ass
And I'm a keep up with that flow so
Keep tough with that potion
Nigga beats up if I squeeze up
Nigga beezed up when I'm scoaching
Now he's stuck in that coffin
He's G'd up and they lost him
He played like you ain't but to be
The best wife is what he done coastin'
Now hear you niggas on platin
Mixing up my name
Tellin' me to come pop 'em and you bookin' up that brain
I'm pickin' up these hoes, got these chicks up in my range
My pajamas on that PJ roll, splits up on that plane
We go
They don't understand where I'm comin' from
And they don't understand where I brought this
I'm a keep fuckin' these bitches
Keep makin' these riches
Keep talkin' my money, on the road to the riches
But you see us ballin'
They hear the screachin' on the pine
Drips up in this bezel hole
Fuck is on your mind?
I'm a keep pushin' new tags
Keep makin' these niggas mad
Strip club with a half top
Tell your friends to kiss my ass
I got my cup in handie
Bitch, I need some Rose
Get your girl with that...
That lot all in my clothes
Lettuce in this bitch
My mix ain't got no patience
Get money in this faces
Get us high but we racin'
Bottles pop and we shakin'
This is you without about two nations
And in my 80 freaky ziky show these blue stations
Come and get my man for
Don't forget about them cashons
Show off in a demonstration
I'll start my telling dalcation
They don't understand where I'm comin' from
And they don't understand where I brought this
I'm a keep fuckin' these bitches
Keep makin' these riches
Keep talkin' my money, on the road to the riches
But you see us ballin'
They hear the screachin' on the pine
Drips up in this bezel hole
Fuck is on your mind?
I'm a keep pushin' new tags
Keep makin' these niggas mad
Strip club with a half top
Tell your friends to kiss my ass
Imma Get Mine lyrics - Jim Jones (feat. Sen City)
My City saw everything from his window
But I see everything through a Benz window
Rubbing elbows with some rich niggas
Watch your sole cartel turfin' bitch niggas
Cookin' up 8 balls to a brick nigga
I wish I would buy a bitch to a trick nigga
I put my own in the clip group
In the days you had a problem nigga shout to 5th
Nowadays a nigga screamin' who he gonna get
Old niggas braggin' how the nigga's Shawty hold the 5th
Shit! It's too easy now, I glide in the pussy
Dancing 1-80 when I drive to the pussy
When I think she cheatin' practize to the pussy
Cause the last thing a nigga do is die from some pussy
Nigga save the court more and nigga fuck the corner
You need more songs, put these niggas in a coma
I shook my head and laugh when a nigga hang and fall off
Cause listen, I break beast 10 pounds of Arizona
I ain't the best but I leave you in awe with it
And if I move to Miami I be LeBron with it
Get it
I'm a get mine
Ain't no high end to me
Fuck that! Nigga I'm a get mine
I gotta get mine mine mine mine mine
Ain't no high end to me
Fuck that! Nigga I'm a get mine
When you rich again, money man they call you selfish
They rather see us locked up, broke and helpless
So I pop champagne and I smoke the weltress
And we move the snow cane right before it melts
And I think of poppin' green like I'm on selzers
And I think about my team, somewhat I'm a dell with
I know the niggas that I'm beefin' with
And are the same niggas I am eatin' with
Damn, talked with some of my besties
Just a Miami fuckin' hoes on a jet ski
I wash my right hand turn leftie
Roam here stories in the hood of how you left me
And now we'll all go South Pole
We can turn this thing into an all out war
Sounds like poetic justice
It remind of a old hare my mother fuck with
Money and bitches never before you niggas
Get the money, fuck the bitches, ball with you niggas
I'm a get mine
Ain't no high end to me (And get yours)
Fuck that! Nigga I'm a get mine ('Til they catch you pullin' 66 floor, word)
I gotta get mine mine mine mine mine
Ain't no high end to me
Fuck that! Nigga I'm a get mine
I'm a get mine
True Religion lyrics - Jim Jones (feat. Ryder Hynief)
Don't get caught up
Most of my niggas just wanna get money
Fast money
Every dollar comes with a consequence
Where I'm from
Imagine God as he came, are we meant to sell?
Just like we playing in this game, are we meant to fell?
Well they can poison up your name, niggas sent from hell
Or better yet it's like I'm playin' in the NFL
Because I'm kneeling to the game like T-Bow
Feds watch 'em like they got me on TiVo
And I'll be jumping on them planes blowing weed smoke
She give 'em brains to complain about the weed smoke
And I'm a rider boy like Steve Phill
You know I love to flap toys in the speed boat
Most niggas know the plans but they never play
Talkin' 'bout them AK that they never spray
Or talk about places that they never stay
My niggas been playin' since I'm lovin' great
Pop they crack, poppin' bottles in that tunnel club
My first drop top, that was summer love
They got me in deep, thought analyzing
Used to stand over the pot while the grams was rising
Clean your whole block like I'm sanitizing
Most niggas don't see it 'til their hammer's rising
His demma us, nigga choose a side
Don't get caught in cross fires when the shoot is right
And now I built for it nigga choose a lane
Seen niggas get killed for it, choose your game
I pray to see my rights and my wrongs
Forgive me for this life that was taught
I hope to see the light of the dawn
So we hustle every day and break night to the morn'
Imagine if the money was my new religion
Power, always keep it as my true religion
And if you go broke then you go to hell
And if you go broke then you go to hell
True religion demma sit with drug money
Contract killer, we call that blood money
Used to get it now they ratting for the fuzz money
Can't stand a young'un on the come up so they mug funny
I see no pussy nigga kill a nigga no harsh
My block hot but bail's posted with a cold heart
Milk sittin' off of 25, no shot
Chances of makin' it out the gutter, no shot
My young boys on the come up and they bustin' it straight
Robbin' niggas ain't shit, they ain't for no hustlin'
Bag a bitch that's slidin' for no coffin
If it ain't money on my mind, just raise a show, I'm stuntin'
Rick's rock solid, thinkin' ways to break 'em quicker
Dead presidents, I'm thinking ways to make 'em flicker
You a sucker for love, I'm a heartbreakin' nigga
Old school rip or get the cake to wasted, nigga
I pray to see my rights and my wrongs
Forgive me for this life that was taught
I hope to see the light of the dawn
So we hustle every day and break night to the morn'
Imagine if the money was my new religion
Power, always keep it as my true religion
And if you go broke then you go to hell
And if you go broke then you go to hell
Hot dang, had to spend days, had to spress weeks to the PO
Plus your boys play with more keys than a CO
But now, these snitch niggas singin' like Neo
But talkin' 'bout me for how you floatin' 'round Nemo
That ain't a threat, that's a promise
I had your family emotional just like Carl Thomas
My bitch leam and she to live fo'
She rather get fucked when I hang 'er from out of the car window
I'm a hustler, my dream's in the freezer
Yea, I'm fuckin' with keys but I don't mean Alicia
Darked out, you a G through the speaker
My guns from across seas, it came hell a cheaper
We can go morgue nigga, sort it like Collar Band
Shouts to the peers from Clinton Max to power tab
A shit bird got to the tax & cab
They rep the same color that be on the maxi pad
I pray to see my rights and my wrongs
Forgive me for this life that was taught
I hope to see the light of the dawn
So we hustle every day and break night to the morn'
Imagine if the money was my new religion
Power, always keep it as my true religion
And if you go broke then you go to hell
And if you go broke then you go to hell
60 Rackz lyrics - Jim Jones (feat. T.W.O)
You Know....
It's All About That Paper,
Niggas Ain't vampin Right... (Huuuuh)
Lets Take It To The Streets....
60 Rackz In My Pockets,
(Where My Bottles At?)
60 Rackz In My Pockets,
(Sound Good Don't It)
60 Rackz In My Jeans,
Top Back When I Lean,
I'm All About That Motherfucking Paper Ho (Uhhh Huhh)
This One Goes Out To All My Money Making Hoes (Uhhh Huhh)
60 Rackz In My Pocket, 60 Rackz In My Jeans (Uhhh Huhh)
60 Rackz Is My Profit Top Back When I Lean (Yes Sir)
I Pull Up In That Motherfucking Phantom Ghost (Uhhh Huhh)
This One Goes Out To All My Niggas Getting Dough (Uhhh Huhh)
(To All My Niggaz Gettin' Dough You Know Whatz Up)
60 Rackz In My Pocket, 60 Rackz In My Jeans (Uhhh Huhh)
(Rackz On Rackz)
60 Rackz Is My Profit Top Back When I Lean (Yes Sir)
I Got My Top Back When I Lean, Got That In My Jeans
Can't Believe I put 60 Rackz In The Pocket Of My Jeans
Now That Glock Back In My Dreams, Make That Chop, Chopper Gona Scream
Violating Will Catch Him Sleeping And Pop, Pop At Your Dreams
Drop Black When I Cop That, You Only Got That In Your Dreams
She Suck My Dick And Then Swallow It, Put The Cock Back In My Jeans (Nasty)
Blown Nose, Up In Room 7 Getting Top Back On That Beam
Fred The Watch And Look Like It Is Just Got Back From Irene (Ahhh)
Cops Trackin My Team Got That Glock Strapped In My Spleen (Bang)
Rolling Dice And We Had To Stop Cause Them Cops Back On The Scene
G'n Up When I Took The Bank And I Told Them 40 Was In It
Double Park With That Engine Running And The Fly Shawty Was In It
I'm All About That Motherfucking Paper Ho (Uhhh Huuhh)
This One Goes Out To All My Money Making Hoes (Uhhh Huuhh)
60 Rackz In My Pocket, 60 Rackz In My Jeans (Uhhh Huuhh)
60 Rackz Is My Profit Top Back When I Lean (Yes Sir)
I Pull Up In That Motherfucking Phantom Ghost (Uhhh Huuhh)
This One Goes Out To All My Niggas Getting Dough (Uhhh Huuhh)
60 Rackz In My Pocket, 60 Rackz In My Jeans (Uhhh Huuhh)
60 Rackz Is My Profit Top Back When I Lean (Yes Sir)
I Say A Prayer And I'm On My Way
Diamond's Clear Like A Good Day
I Was Thinking Bout Miami, Took That Lear Out To L.A (West Side)
I Don't Wear Marcella's All I Need's A Fresh Pair Jays (Crispy)
Talk About Them Champions, Number 6 Nike Air Suede
Ain't Nothing Changed But The Tail Number
Million Dollar Bail Jumpers (Hahhh)
Drop Top And We Packing Heat
Cause Them Niggas Know We Kill Summers (Bang Bang)
Jose` Be Stunting, Diamonds Look Like They Jumpin (Right)
Grand Slamming These Hoes
Man These Niggas Out Here They Just Frontin'
My Pockets Hold About 60, If I Rock Em' Know That They Crispy (Mean)
Talking Dirty In Back The Club And we Both Left The Spot Pissy (Rozay)
My Boyz Is All Trilly (Nigga)
I'm A Fly Boy, My Billy's, And My Protocol
Yall Know I Ball, Cause I Buy Toys All Silly (Nigga)
I'm All About That Motherfucking Paper Ho (Uhh Huh)
This One Goes Out To All My Money Making Hoes (Uhh Huh)
60 Rackz In My Pocket, 60 Rackz In My Jeans (Uhh Huh)
60 Rackz Is My Profit Top Back When I Lean (Yes Sir)
I Pull Up In That Motherfucking Phantom Ghost (Uhh Huh)
This One Goes Out To All My Niggas Getting Dough (Uhh Huh)
60 Rackz In My Pocket, 60 Rackz In My Jeans (Uhh Huh)
60 Rackz Is My Profit Top Back When I Lean (Yes Sir)
Don Jaun lyrics - Jim Jones (feat. Mel Matrix)
She said I got a wild side
I told 'er I'm from Brooklyn on that wild side
I'm cold hearted but got heated beef
He said it's colder 'til I pop up in this heated seat
It's not to put at Mr. Chance
Anything but wedding vale she just to see the lady smile
I know but not every man dogs dought
Just the college I was dealt, it's the arms due
They never taken mind off that
Both turned out greedy, we can sip some wine off that
First Doggy, shotgun with the blunt
Then we go hit the mall cop wherever you want
As in her, I'm the one that you needed
I'm the one that you'd call when you late and lay bleedin'
Oh when you sad, you grievin'
When you tip the wrong hands and this bust up some sleeves
She know That I ain't one of those niggas that blowin' them kisses
After midnight visits just wanna hit it like (hit it like)
Put my hand on my drawers
Baby, put your face in these balls oh oh
Bitch pullin' my chain
Ride 'er like e'ry cocaine, rodeo this thing
Couldn't never feel the same, fuckin' with the lames
I call them bitches it's just a part of my slang uuuu
But you said I'm such a pretty boy
And I'm known to buy expensive pretty toys
Deep inside I'm such a city boy
So I tape it on trips and let the chicken joy
And she was happy with a code C
Where we're from we just happy if the coke cheap
I need a girl to keep me warm in this cold street
Little girl, know how to hold heat
I call you bitch, I mean no harm by it
And shoot some bags on your arm will buy it
But emotional too for makin' love to the streets and holdin' her in the morn'
First it was my white chick, then it was my Spanish chick
Then she started talkin' too much money to the gram fix
I can't forget about my china thing
And Mary Jane was just a minor thing
She know That I ain't one of those niggas that blowin' them kisses
After midnight visits just wanna hit it like (hit it like)
Put my hand on my drawers
Baby, put your face in these balls oh oh
Bitch pullin' my chain
Ride 'er like e'ry cocaine, rodeo this thing
Couldn't never feel the same, fuckin' with the lames
I call them bitches it's just a part of my slang uuuu
Red wine splattin' over satin
Even in the sloo never slackin' on my mackin'
Captain of the action, you'll never sink my ship
Floatin' on the ocean, left a mink for the trip
So I'm shirtless and my bitch shirtless
Flyin' paper lanes, we above the strip surface
Mom's my word and shit say worthless
Keep them hoes legget and her tits say perfect
Auf wiedersein D-Man, haler at the Tree Man
Reach at the roof while blowin' at that He Man
Fuckin' eaves droppers tryna see my A and B plan
Caught with the coke then you seen 'em on C span
Shots they hittin'
Back in the day if a nigga ever stopped by my kitchen better had them pots clickin'
Look a real light ask and not stop switchin'
On a mission with the missus and she got messin'
She know That I ain't one of those niggas that blowin' them kisses
After midnight visits just wanna hit it like (hit it like)
Put my hand on my drawers
Baby, put your face in these balls oh oh
Bitch pullin' my chain
Ride 'er like e'ry cocaine, rodeo this thing
Couldn't never feel the same, fuckin' with the lames
I call them bitches it's just a part of my slang uuuu
Dont Judge Me lyrics - Jim Jones (feat. Future)
The movie, damn sure is a movie [?] nigga
Don't you judge me, look in the mirror nigga
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Judge that bitch
Yeah, yeah, yeah fucking these half price hoes with this bad ass attitude
Watch me take the game to another altitude
Get fly everyday on my agenda, fuck the bullshit gettin money all I remember
Don't you judge me, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Don't you judge me, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Don't judge me nigga, it gets spooky
We run the streets, we run the streets, we run the streets
But don't you judge me, yeah, yeah, yeah
Don't you judge me
You can't judge me without a lawyer with me
And don't judge me because my toys is pretty
My guns is loaded, my bitch is bad
And when the summer roll make sure that all my whips is fast
When winter come, the trucks is big
Mike Tyson attitude nigga fuck your kids
You little niggas, we does it big
And for my fly bitches they love the kid, hey baby
She on dolphins I don't mean Miami
I had the gun bolging, you can see the swammy
Pissing for a status while a bitch hug me
I was sippin bubbly why you niggas wanna judge me
Don't you judge me, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Don't you judge me, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
We run the streets, we run the streets, We run the streets
But don't you judge me, no no no, yeah yeah yeah
Don't you judge me
Don't you judge me, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
You can't judge a book by it's covers
Where I'm from, you can't judge a crook by his color
We was hungry, we started cooking butter
So I asked the lord, why you put us in this gutter
I'm tryna play, but that don't pay the bills
And going bankrupt will give me crazy chills
Staring at the judge when I was facing trial
I recall I gave my lawyer like 80 thous
For every crime I was acquitted
And I should be facing time for all the crimes committed
Roll murda, caught a dime he tell me come and visit
Hot boy, on my time is like a fucking blizzard
Don't you judge me, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Don't you judge me, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
We run the streets, we run the streets, we run the streets
But don't you judge me, no no no, yeah yeah yeah
Don't you judge me
Don't you judge me, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
More [?] Louis Vuitton we live way beyond the average nigga
Cash on deliver, work flowing like a nigga
[?] this is big bizness
Cold silence, just to stand beside me
These bitches cause a riot
There's red bottoms everywhere I go
We gettin money in the hood nigga that's for su'
Go to Vegas with the elephant knots
Smashing on this bitch with them jellos shots like what the bumbaclot
Don't you judge me, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Don't you judge me, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
We run the streets, We run the streets,
We run the streets But don't you judge me, no no no, yeah yeah yeah
Don't you judge me
Don't you judge me, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah.
Top Of The Year lyrics - Jim Jones (feat. Sen City, Mel Matrix, T.W.O, Lady H, Trav, Shoota, Chris Luck, Pure)
Top of the fiscal, still poppin' my shit dough
Send a few words to enlight, pop in this whip hole
Bitch, now top dirty to the top of my dick and blow me
Least above thirty just to hop in this whip hole
Drop on the street remove, top on the web watch me
Droppin' like this whom
She want to dance, my watch is a disco
40 in my Benz, I'm just watchin' how the shit go
Choppers and pistols, cuttlers on pigs but they rock you like Pitbull
I'm uptown, think I'm captain I'm bricks yo
Drop it in pot like I dropped it in Crisco
Fried chicken wings, beef, fried rice
So if you forget them things, keep your heat by your side
And point 'em out, they ain't on my level
Top floor, not a single flaw on my bezel
I'm fuckin' with your brain
I'm fuckin' with your brain
If you should brain or drugs
Fuck with me nigga be your brain on slugs
These niggas hate it, leave the watch at
Pull up in the club then we pop at 'em
Don't know shit about a Mac Book
But I could dance on that shit with a flat foot
Fuck these niggas talkin' like they slingin' things
Different airport, six-seated planes
And KOB's toss select the best picture
Connect you back when I links up 24's on that different city
Misfit, bisquit, nigga I'm high as hell
Got the gun tucked in widest shell
Real talk, them fire shells, flip on clientele
Niggas get clapped then cry and tell
The fat bread, they hall and we in vigor
Who will kick doors like the cops made weagan?
You'd better duck on these bleachers
[?]
It's not something that you used to
I'm riding in that six doo
These 80's shot a knock on my grind
Rock star in Disney, like Korn Rose I'm crispy
The roof gone, miss-missin', no sleep, I'm persistent
Got 60 racks on my clothes, 60 racks on my shows
Fancies and them slows, they ain't hustle girls, 6-0's
I got niggas on my dick like bitches
And I get it on and strip like niggas
But I'm a bad bitch and you niggas like bitches
I make it snow on July 3rd
No wings, I could show you how to fly a bird
No macamali with my J's on
Float on Ferrari with my shades on
This Burgun back cost a half a brick
I'm getting head in the woop and I'm crashing it
Count a hundred thou while I'm masturbating
And pray to God [?]
They say God works through me, they swept every sale
Paper right now or nigga Vigadale
Two niggas shot, I'm in the bullet beach
Wanna get P in sitcom beach
Look at my karma bitch, my outfit causal afflict
This is unfortunate shit, you want a coat full of dicks
Shots fired, rockabaya, like a langula bitch
I want the car to this chit, I do money my flip
Hey say I'm better when I talk my shit
I say I'm better when I'm ridin' in a gorgeous whip
Passenger a gorgeous bitch, 44th on my hip
Just keepin' me warm cause I'm quite sure the corner's brigged
And in my 'viroment they need you stiff
I'll tie you, they'll crucify you for keezle sniff
I know the difference between friends and foes
So I know it's a thin line between ven and lows
I'm back and forth the border, cross the water
Where the grass ain't greener
Snitchers make you so my cash gave meaning
For the cash full blast past the reefer
Last of a dying bred blasting through your speakers
My whole click turnt up this really strip burnt up
Shooters on deck nigga it's a bloody murder
No squares in my circle, no lanes on my team
Only victor with my game that's why I'm nigga with they dream
[Chorus]
Watch me light it up if you steady
Leave 'em up I could hit you
And you know a nigga won't stop like my nigga named Muslitti
Young vamp and in pretty
Boots on, hard cloak
Solid warm, full of charm
And I keep shit [?] like I hit the alarm
I know hustle and I know the plane
I felt the sun and I felt the rain
Flow like a butterfly, sting like a bee
You haven't seen pretty 'til you niggas seen me
Suicide lyrics - Jim Jones (feat. Ryder, T.W.O Sen City)
I got young niggas that bust for me, fly girls that lust for me
Valet pulling that truck for me, big 40's still tucked on me
Red bottoms, red Jordan's
Hopin' out and they cheer for me
Dumb wippy, the little punts got one wish with a lot of ice on it
One chick outta sight, bitch the bomb like dynamite
She like girls that like girls, my one bitch, she not a dyke
Wutchu call that?
She got a man but he outta sight
She bags bitches, I mean bad bitches
That bad bitch's got fire tonight
Count that up
Start her up with that Polo tickin'
Damn (what happened next?)
Then she snapped when that Molly kicked in
She couldn't wait just to swallow dickin'
That's the girl, I mean she's a freak
If you had to ask what was my description
Picture nas-nasty girl (nasty girl)
She trained to go (she trained to go)
How you work that thing? Up and down the pole
I'm a I'm a pack that thing (pack that thing)
And let it blow (and let it blow)
I te-te-tell 'er go girl, go home
Yea bitch, throw that
She learned the way to make 'er talk like that
He geesses on the chain, all heavy gunners
In the caddy ready blowin' purple silly, let it loose
Gu-gu-gutter nigga, they know it
Pussy poppin', she rollin'
Bag the bitch, they had to blast the bitch
So I could smash the bitch, now she open
Got the baddest bitch deep throatin'
Boy comes stack a whip and we blowin'
Tiffin to the highest shit but not styly shit
And all the master bitches be on it
Come to glue droop me, they too thin
Any nigga pottin' get 2-30
Cut the bullshit, I really do this
I'm gonna chop their hearts 'til I boom off
Get the nasty girl with that nasty
I better bust 'er ass and she woo'd out
She's top New York for my caddy
And a thirsty ride, bitch cool out
(Bitch cool out, bitch cool out)
Forgive lyrics - Jim Jones (feat. T.W.O)
I tell 'em welcome to the main attraction
Where these niggas let these bitches be their main distraction
I've been known to make these white girls wet
And I could show you how these white girls stretch
No bit cramp, sunlight heated yoga
Just a stove in a pot and I need some soda
There's a party in my watch, I don't need promoters
Got the transparent hood, you could see the motor
Huh, apparently she's a deep-throater
And they tell me watch my language cause I speak vulgar
In a cold so hot it's hard to come up
Tried hard to make it home before the girl left at sun up
I swear to God, all the cars like I hunt up
They got the game now and gets us like 1 up
The game even, it ain't easy
I've seen niggas still lose the chip to San Seezy
Get on my knees and pray (knees and pray) day and night
I move on, I make it right
The success don't come over night
We're vampires, we own the night
I came from nothing, now my money right
Turned up into something, now my niggas tight
This for my niggas, they never see the light
Just keep your head up, they ain't vampin right
It hurt my heart to see my man working 9 to 5
He was the man, you got the grams from a '95
As I recall, in my brand new 95's
'Nore the sweats, tryna get my hands on the pie
I cut the grams like a samurai
Had the narcs taking flicks like I'm camera shy
I used to make love to a Gemini
A couple friends of mine, they are now my frenemies
Want to see the enemy, I guess they are my enemies
Shit, but it's like a distant memory
Cause, it's mazel tov in the world dog
In all the simplest problems you get hold off
Have you praying the dogs get called off
Used to dribble through the night like a ball court
So I pay to live this life, bitch by all cost
So I pay the live this life, bitch by all cost
Get on my knees and pray (knees and pray) day and night
I move on, I make it right
The success don't come over night
We're vampires, we own the night
I came from nothing, now my money right
Turned up into something, now my niggas tight
This for my niggas, they never see the light
Just keep your head up, they here if something bright
Roof as clear as the air that is blue
Took 'er to the roof with the aerial view
That's when she showed her venereal view
While I'm smoking loud like the stereo blew
It's the glamorous life
Where we roll around with the hammers in sight
Cause most niggas ain't seen a hundred grand in their sight
Pop bottles in the club at a credit scammer's price
A gutter nigga made mills and burned 'em
Still got a couple mills burning
IRS told me 8 mill returnin
So I burn another blunt, in my Ferrari wheels turnin'
I love a pretty bitch in some platforms
In the back of the back with the back drawn
Peter C's got 'er back warm
R Kelly CD, repeat action
I was just in the lobby with the Mack drawn
Having nightmares a nigga comin' back for 'em
But they say that's not likely though
Just like they said I'm not likely to blow
Picture Me Rollin lyrics - Jim Jones (feat. Sen City)
Picture me rollin', she look me in my eyes
So she chose to sit in pretty
In traffic baby, I'm thinkin' 'bout youu
Uuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuu
My emotions are spinnin'
Wasn't fuckin' with me in the beginnin'
Now it's nigga fuck youu
Uuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuu
She told me one day 'baby, you need to settle'
And then I told 'er 'finally a chick that's on my level'
Bring it out national, pushin' on these pedals
Couple viables, couple bottles, ice all in this bezel
Niggas talkin', bitches talkin', actually this a devil but she
She got that body yatta yatta like she's perfect, talk a cup
Got a lot of sex from how fast the car goes
Two dough machines, we fill 'em up with real star hoes
Million dollar flows, ain't no business for these floors
How 'bout a lamb? A couple grams
A gold Ben. How 'bout a Porsche?
Brace yourself for my next channel
You would think I threw the ally ups in the Metz game
I'm killin' this thing
Picture me rollin', she look me in my eyes
So she chose to sit in pretty
In traffic baby, I'm thinkin' 'bout youu
Uuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuu
My emotions are spinnin'
Wasn't fuckin' with me in the beginnin'
Now it's nigga fuck youu
Uuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuu
(Nah bitches, fuck you. Picture me rollin')
I've been around the world like Lisa Stansfield
Ya ya ya, vilas that had girls at the stand still
Name a bitch, I could tell you how the sand feel
But she was I'll 3 grand on the damn Hills
Champagne to chill, 3 grand for the damn bill
Trill, spend a few grand on the damn wheel
At the roof, doin' porches like we doin' abs
I had the coop doin' laundry shootin' through the ab
Count a hundred, all hundreds in a Louis bag
And these fuckers don't want it cause I do it bad
(Micah) No Mike, number four mice
One day full, twice as high
Boys a cold sight fucker
Picture me rollin', she look me in my eyes
So she chose to sit in pretty
In traffic baby, I'm thinkin' 'bout youu
Uuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuu
My emotions are spinnin'
Wasn't fuckin' with me in the beginnin'
Now it's nigga fuck youu
Uuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuu
I'm a see her again
I ain't really tryin' to be her friend
I'm puttin' this world to get her pussy changed
Tell 'em hatin' ass niggas stay the fuck about your lane uh
Couldn't take the cheatin' so she did the run off
Fuck you bitch, go to hell, eat a dick with one ball
Last time I check your ass, told it to the numb jaw
Then turn it beige like white skin with the sun off
Revolver spinnin' like the wheel of fortune
And this fish here was shit, had to kill a dolphin
Decorators blight, candles and tape upon them
Get his shoe size, I hope you got the right nigga for 'em
Picture me rollin', she look me in my eyes
So she chose to sit in pretty
In traffic baby, I'm thinkin' 'bout youu
Uuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuu
My emotions are spinnin'
Wasn't fuckin' with me in the beginnin'
Now it's nigga fuck youu
Uuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuu
AirOnes lyrics - Jim Jones (feat. Ryder)
I be grindin' hard in my AirOnes (AirOnes)
How these niggas gangstas when they shared guns? (shared guns)
Sink's filled with dirty dishes
Yawntin' all this money in my dirty kitchen
All this all this all this money keep on sackin' up (stackin' up)
Money machines count it then I wrap it up
(Cha-ching) All this money keep on sackin' up (stackin' up)
Money machines count it then I wrap it up
Grindin' hard just to pay the rent
Poke me so they can make a sense
Fuck it any time, piece I make a rent
It's a job that I'm workin' on a niggas stretches
Spilled my blood and tears in these streets
My bitch I s as erotic, face is sweaty
Let me catch you slippin' that you place your bets
Get 'er on the all and play for sex
This just to see that my pocket's swollen
Stacks, stick it in tires
IA7 is my road to riches, got road description (it's fire)
Move up in the chump then a nigga shiver up
When I pull in the dunk with the riders
Fully automatic, full of static
If a nigga wanna have it I'm a hit it with the fire
Wutchu niggas really know about that?
Grindin' on things he calls stats
Livin' with your home cause my house packed
My mom would get it, have it all, have it bounced back
Back stabbin', never been about that
Black ratchet bearin' come about that
I whip a child, I beat my case
25k and I bounce back
It would be a bloody murder
It's on the beat but they punch they burgers
A hundred deep in the crowd, we turnt up
Fuckin' freaks with the smutch would burn ya
Real niggas that shoot for me
Gotta kill niggas for they shoe money
10k and that's true money
They talkin' bricks they packin', that's too funny
I be grindin' hard in my AirOnes (AirOnes)
How these niggas gangstas when they shared guns? (shared guns)
Sink's filled with dirty dishes
Yawntin' all this money in my dirty kitchen
All this all this all this money keep on sackin' up (stackin' up)
Money machines count it then I wrap it up
(Cha-ching) All this money keep on sackin' up (stackin' up)
Money machines count it then I wrap it up
I've been grindin' hard since like the '90 somethin'
Get money fuckin' hoes or call me stuntin'
Take you fritz with some major chicks
Big full arm will waste the shit
Money, guns, ice glowin'
Hold up to show how my night was goin'
Imagine now how my life is goin'
The bitch on one, all night she rollin'
Scuffle kicks that need a new pair
That time the minister bought 2 pair
Just like we ball when I drop my top
Man you niggas know this a new year
Vamp all night when the day here
All week then a nigga make 8 flips
That's one more dim a seven day shift
I grind hard like the lake rish
All my ladies goin' down the drain
To the learn how to cook 2 pounds of 'caine
Swear to God that I felt my lane
So my niggas called 22 counts of 'caine
Damn, I swear to God it gets scary then (Spooky!)
When I see the feds I get scared of them
I be grindin' hard in my AirOnes (AirOnes)
How these niggas gangstas when they shared guns? (shared guns)
Sink's filled with dirty dishes
Yawntin' all this money in my dirty kitchen
All this all this all this money keep on sackin' up (stackin' up)
Money machines count it then I wrap it up
(Cha-ching) All this money keep on sackin' up (stackin' up)
Money machines count it then I wrap it up
Sleep When You're Dead lyrics - Jim Jones (feat. Trav, Mel Matrix, Shoota)
I guess I woke up on the wrong side
Aye, all I hear is homicide
I can't sleep, I can't close my eyes
All I see is dollar signs
Boy, you better sleep when you dead
(That's all I hear that's all I hear that's all I hear)
Boy, you better sleep when you dead
(That's all I hear that's all I hear that's all I hear)
Up early like I'm ready for work
Fuck that, I'm up early like I'm ready for church
Better yet, like I'm ready to murk
Tray pound, ski mask, gloves on like I'm ready for dirt
I'm just doin' my thang, reppin' my city I bang
And we be that gang, movin that caine
Gettin it soft, flippin' it hard then move it again
Get in that kitty, gettin that cake, I'm just chasin my dreams man
This part of my game plan
Queens nigga, south side
Your girl with me, her mouth wide
I'm out chea goin' shinny just like I'm all clear
Niggas talk tough, don't believe them at all
Like leafs they fall before winter, nigga
I guess I woke up on the wrong side
Aye, all I hear is homicide
I can't sleep, I can't close my eyes
All I see is dollar signs
Boy, you better sleep when you dead
(That's all I hear that's all I hear that's all I hear)
Boy, you better sleep when you dead
(That's all I hear that's all I hear that's all I hear)
I guess I'll sleep when I'm dead
And if they'll give me life I guess I'll sleep in the feds
And even if a nigga gotta sleep in the feds
It's death before dishonor, I'm a G 'til I'm dead
No matter if they throw a nigga under the jail
Where I'm from, loose lips they cut your tongue if you tell
To my ginger bread niggas runnin', jumpin' the bail
Drop a bag on their head then boys comin' to kill
And if that bag get dropped you know we comin' to kill
Better turn to ginger bread and get to runnin' for real
You know the street's cold (my heart colder)
Have the homies clean your clock when you start your Rover
I guess I woke up on the wrong side
Aye, all I hear is homicide
I can't sleep, I can't close my eyes
All I see is dollar signs
Boy, you better sleep when you dead
(That's all I hear that's all I hear that's all I hear)
Boy, you better sleep when you dead
(That's all I hear that's all I hear that's all I hear)
Out the pussy drowsy on the wake up
Quarter brick taped up
Love this bitch, suck a mean dick, and hook a steak up
Fiends hit the other line waiting
Motherfucker, just be patient
Yellow stones on watch faces
Bird's out the trunk, turn the zippies into briefs
Niggas hit Collins ave for hoes to see the beach
I play the room with a bitch and go to sleep
Niggas think I'm movin' left but Sen found a new connect
Watch how I make this rock shine
Deuce bitch to a dime, get you out that'09
My niggas say they need driveways with Ferrari's
Make a call and come and get you
Curl You like some calamari motherfucker
I guess I woke up on the wrong side
Aye, all I hear is homicide
I can't sleep, I can't close my eyes
All I see is dollar signs
Boy, you better sleep when you dead
(That's all I hear that's all I hear that's all I hear)
Boy, you better sleep when you dead
(That's all I hear that's all I hear that's all I hear)
Vamp Life lyrics - Jim Jones
[Hook:]
Usually use blood to get through the night
Yes I’m a vampire
Vampire hurting for fun
(Who’s vamping)
I usually use
blood to get through the night
(I get my money in the night time)
Yes I’m a vampire, vampire hurting for fun
(Freaks come out at night baby)
Come alive in the night time
Come alive in the right time
When the sun goes down and the moon go up come alive in the night time
A hundred thou for the right time
Fifty tho make christ shine
This cash on swipe minds
Live fast see the white line
I in that Rolls coupe
Lean back on rose juice
Few cups of that get them hoes loose
and my wrist on ice like [?]
shit to London
Passport is all stamped up
and when I beeped that bitch she jumped in told us she is all vamped up
She is from uptown rock high heels top down my fly wheels
I'm sick and my ride ill pop champagne I’m alive still
So god bless to that hard stress
Say a prayer it could be worse
Thats beef and with desert
I am vampin hard till I hit the dirt
[Hook]
If I should die before I wake
Till I die I’m wide awake
Presidential type of face
Heavy metal upside the wasit
Maybach with the quiet drapes
Rose gettin high off grazy
Take you up to a higher place vampires in outter space
Penthouse with a fire place clear view of Empire states
Clear view get your mind straight talk slick I fire aim
Flashbacks of a prior case
Most niggers in dire straights
I am drop top down the real 8th drop the top just to hear them hate
Gotta rev ur engine make em hear the porsche, switch lanes six gears of course
Life is a bitch, a triflin bitch, married to the game but near divorced
Big watch like I’m here to floss
Private jet til I clear the port
My niggas hustle like fuck the struggle
FEDs a scary thought
[Hook]
(Think about that
Only we vamp through the night
You niggas keep sleeping and get slepped on
Or get crept on
My money coming bank rolls nigga
I been fucked my credit up
So I need my cash on demand)
No VMA's lyrics - Jim Jones (feat. Sen City)
I could've did it like West Coast and all that
This won't be seen on your VMA's
Real nigga hustle in my DNA
Fly nigga, number three MJ's
And I drop the top, nigga
Let 'em see the waves!
Check my rear view, speed away
Seats are sway, I keep a bay (I Keep a dime!)
Matters fact,
I hope that you wore ya ski's today
Cause we sellin' snowballs called keys and yay
And this the type of life they try to keep away
With due respect bow your head so we could pray (A salam)
Seven hail marys like a priest would say
Then drop a bomb on your block maintain geez a day
You better duck when the heaters spray
Word to the mother, cause you'll never get to see the stray
I thought I'd never get to see the day
And this the type of life I get the breath and say!
So who blood and who bluffing?
And I ain't acting, so it really ain't nothing (at all)
Get you held captive, niggas just bustin
You need more than pro active if these bullets do touch em
I've could've did LA and tossed it upwith the big shots
You know pull the roaster up with the wig popped (for real)
Still loaded up I'll get your wig popped
Bitches lose focus when the kid let the lid drop
A hundred forty cool, thirty for the cane
And use the shit so I dropped it on the chain
Don't mind me, just some shit on my brain
She on stage toss it up like fingers when they bang
And like if we get pulled over
Is she gonna cry that it's all over
Burn money in this bitch to the mall close up
Hit-wonder call the next one over
Ooooohhhhhhhhhh (#VAMPIRELIFE)
Riding On Empty lyrics - Jim Jones (feat. Mel Matrix & Sen City)
Uh, blunt smoke and bad table manners
Ina room with gun toaters with some flagent grammar
Speedy cars dark tents with a razor scanner
The inside is red swaid like the slay from santa
Uh, got killers feel with anticipation
Say your mind, body and soul on a trip to Satan
To conspire, get your time for affiliation
You ain't getting money, time is what you're really wasting.
And they say a great mind is what can heal a nation
Do the mathematics, my lifetime's a real equation
Three bitches, one trap, with the roof detached
And you niggas so smart now do the route to that
And we're super strapped and we shooting back
I got troopers that pack medal like rick rooven black.
[Bridge:]
Say if you can count your money, you ain't got enough!
Seats recliners, pussy minds what 'em bottoms up
'Till the death of us it's money over bitches
Leave the tags on the glass, we styling on these niggas
[Chorus:]
Riding on empty, you niggas riding on empty
Riding on empty, you niggers riding on empty
When it comes to me!
Niggers riding on empty, riding on empty
You niggers riding on empty when it comes to me!
Die to the R you don't pose a threat, naw
We all hot headed push that braze shit, nine three
Stunting on these niggers 'till they sick of me, what
And all my waist line is where the blicker be, strapped
In the aston four door so we marvin on you niggas like resawar dogs, birdgang
Sliding out the club about three or four whores
There all getting pretty, all three or four stales, eat me up
You know my habits, money, guns and skeezers
My lil homie trigger happy nicknamed him squeezer
[?] we're screaming Bs up
And with the [?] of a lifer
Situation real, knock the baby, out the dipper
[Bridge:]
Say if you can count your money, you ain't got enough!
See [?] what 'em bottoms up
'Till the devils has hi money over bitches
Read the tags on the glass, we're [?] on these niggers
[Chorus:]
Riding on empty, you niggers riding on empty
Riding on empty, you niggers riding on empty
When it comes to me!
Niggers riding on empty, riding on empty
You niggers riding on empty when it comes to me!
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Letter To The Game lyrics - Jim Jones (feat. Sen City)
Second floor my hotel I'm rollin up bout to blaze
And zone out to this Frankie Beverly and Mayes
As our days about to pass and them days in the past
He set my mind free so my mind free at last
So much that I don't even drink from a fuckin glass
Id rather find the first fountain I can and do it fast
Didn't understand a dream of a king now do the math
Coincidentally on your birthdays I ditched the class
Cause the younger me, dumber me was chasin the cash
Chasin the ass, low life with his face in the grass
Ridin home from school in front of the bus
Not even thinking bout how Rosa Parks done it for us
How she stayed behind bars and she done it for us
And she stayed behind bars till she won it for us
Sometimes I wanna give up or at least take a break
That's when I close my eyes and see Coretta Scotts face
Cause Sometimes I wanna give up or at least take a break
That's when I close my eyes and see Coretta Scotts face...
[Sample]
[Nas:]
Uh
Word up Game
Standing at the pue panoramic view of the seating
Greeting, I've been meaning to do me some letter reading, to the King
He forever breathing your messages never leaving
Some of your homies, phonies I should say it when I see them
Them sleazy bastards, some greedy pastors, jerks
Some should never be allowed in Ebenezer Baptist Church, in Atlanta
Some people be patient I know this ghetto grammar
But I'm a street dude normally I just speak rude
Martin Luther, the martyr, the trooper, hate killed him
Noble peace prize winner they duplicate the feelin
As a kid I ain't relate really, I was sayin Dreams speech jokingly
Till your world awoken me
First I thought your were passive, soft one who ass kissed
I was young to be honest, I was feelin Mohamed
I ain't even know the strength you had to have to march
You was more than just talk you were the first real Braveheart
We miss you
Feels like King be in me sometimes.
[Sample]
[The Game]
The word nigger is nothing like nigga
Don't sound shit alike like Game like Jigga
One came before the other like aim and pull the trigga
One is slang for my brotha, one is hang and take a picture
The rope ain't tight enough, he still alive go fix it
Pour some gasoline on him, call his daughters black bitches
Make him pick cotton, while they momma clean up the kitchen
The same cotton in white tees that's the cotton they was pickin
If Dr. King marched today would Bill Gates march?
I know Obama would but would Hillary take part?
Great minds think great thoughts
The pictures I paint make the Mona Lisa look like fake art
I feel the pain of Nelson Mandela
Cause when it rains it pours I need Rihannas umbrella
For Coretta Scotts tear drops
When she got the phone call that the future just took a fuckin head shot
I wonder why Jesse Jackson didn't catch him before his body dropped
Would he give me the answer? Probably not
[Sample]
Second floor my hotel I'm rollin up bout to blaze
And zone out to this Frankie Beverly and Mayes
Once Upon A Time lyrics - Jim Jones (feat. Yo Gotti)
A couple funerals, hit the mass up
Then the feds scooped half of the whole hood up
Couple niggas start pointing fingers
Around the town, back to the base to dropping to have a hot single
Half the whole world saying what's up
And the fans were tryin to see what was up
But fuck y'all!
They nare witness, who said they bought something or sold something to me
Niggas all in my business
And this that real life, no bullshittin'
This that straight facts, no fiction
I see ho nigga, and I just feel friction
Give them one to they head, leave they top missin'
Top missin, like my new car
Rock glistenin', two broads
Watch clickin', I'm too hard, stop bitchin'
Shit get high, fuck it when the shots hit him
Same game, they got Pac missin'
Big too, they put y'all in the same place
I hope when they hit me dawg they put me in the same place
I'm in a place where you can get bombed on
Same time you turning your car on, shots fired
We all know the con artist slippin'
So I keep big hammers in every car I'm whippin'
Just in case we catch a 48 hour victim
And they can up and get em and I will not forget him
I look around man, the game is tryna pull me in
But if I go back it's not half, nigga I'm fully in
The coke sales, murdering, the bullyin'
Nigga fuck what it coulda been
I swear to God you young punks don't want me in the hood again
It's only jail or the grave is where they gonna put me in
In my day I done ducked about a dozen beats
I'm from Harlem man, you get killed over your cousin's beef
The only never fear I had was when I hugged the streets
We say life's a bitch but I love the streets
Shit I got this Porsche out it too
And I love rockin' Air Forces, of course...
We rich niggas from Porsche to Aston IIs
Bitch niggas of course we'll blast at you
I Like lyrics - Jim Jones (feat. Young Swift)
[Young Swift:]
Yea
[Hook: Young Swift]
I woke up this morning, with a brand new swag
Like fuck these niggas, let's get this cash
I like money and bitches, and bitches with money
I'm a real ass nigga, you can't take that from me
I like money and bitches {Yea}, and bitches with money {I Like}
Money and bitches {Yea}, and bitches with money {I Like}
Money and bitches {bitches}, money and bitches {bitches}, money and bitches {I Like}
Money and bitches {I Like}
[Verse 1: Young Swift]
Look
Ok I like that cash, I like that loaf
She say she like that dick, well girl that dick like you
It's Charge Nation the army, give that soldier salute
And if it's me and my bitch then I like that coupe
I throw some ice on too, just so I shine right
Then I blow what's left, getting my mind right
Money on the radar get it till the graveyard
And my homie got that thang nigga, go on play hard {heh}
Ok it's raining, nigga what that flood cost
I found hate, but no love lost
Do it like I taught you, getting twisted like a cork screw
If you ever wanna ball, then tell them Swiffa sports you {Hey}
[Hook: Young Swift]
[Verse 2: Young Jeezy]
I got money with niggas {Yea}, she like niggas with money {Snow}
I say "Cot Damn girl! Hey what's up with your tummy! " {Yeaaaa}
She say "Look at me Snow. You know I been in the gym. {Yea}
He ain't blowin on strong, so I ain't fuckin with him. {Ha Haaa}
See you stepped up your swag {Swag}, See you rockin them Timbs."
I say "Bitch these just boots! {Boots} You see me rockin these gems! {Damn}
Don't I look Liberace? {... Ace} Don't I look so Versace? {Snow}
Take a look at me now! {Now} I used to trap in huaraches! " {Yeaaaa}
Right now you a 10 as you see I can count
I said "You sure look good, hey but what's in your account? " {Aye}
I don't fuck broke bitches, {Nah} cause them bitches be funny {Funny}
They spend they money on bitches, {Bitches} I like my bitches with money
Snow {Yea}
[Hook: Young Swift]
[Verse 3: Jim Jones]
I woke up this morning, praise to Allah
Last night got crazy, blew 20k at the bar
Love them bitches with credit, a car, and a job
I'm a freak for them watches, my dick get hard for Chopards {Grr}
Hopped out left the turbo on, got out it like word is born
Her mouth is fowl but it turn me on
Had to crack a dial on that Tourbillion
APT that's watch talk, Black GT that's drop talk
Like a baby head, my top soft
Hit the club and we pop collars
Private jet, one way to heaven
Taking bets 2k11
Hold's 8 stacks and I ain't sweatin
40 for the stone 8 for the setting {Grr}
She need a job talkin bout she don't need a man
I said fuck you bitch, I don't need a bitch
I just feed them dreams like Peter Pan
[Hook: Young Swift]
I'll Be Back lyrics - Jim Jones (feat. Meek Mill & Fred Da Godson)
[Verse 1: Meek Mill]
Yeah!
Meek Milly
Uhhh! First off, I'm a beast bitch (Beast)
I'm with the mafia, and I ain't talkin Three 6 (Nahh)
I remember when they said I'd never be shit (Wooo!)
Look at me now my neck and wrist done cost me three bricks (Ahhh)
I'm in this Panamera, same color as Heathcliff
Niggas talk about me, when they see me it's the remix (SCERRRR)
My waves spinnin (Spinnin), she sea sick (Sick)
Breakfast, lunch, and dinner, she gon eat dick
Rollin round with Jimmy (Jimmy), Touchin on the semi (Strapped)
Finger on the trigger (Huh), Cause niggas wanna hear me (Yeah)
I'm rollin through my city, make a bike look like a Bentley
When I pull up on them hoes, it's like eany miny mo
There he go, where eyat? Niggas know, I be strapped (Strapped)
I'm a terminate me something, if I tell em I Be Back
Arnold Schwarzenegger Audemar, It cost me 90 stacks
And it ain't got no ice in it, I be shinnin bright with it
[Hook: Meek Mill & (Jim Jones)]
Niggas say they need that work. I tell em I'll be back! (Mutha Fucka yeah, I'll Be Back)
I fucked a bitch in one night, I tell her I'll Be Back! (Baby girl you know that I'll be back)
Thinking when I was fucked up, I tol em I'll Be Back Back! (I got my weight up Mutha Fucka, I'm Back!)
Now every time I'm up in Neiman's, I tell em I'll Be Back! (I stay fly, so I'll Be Back!)
(SPOOOOOKKYYYYYY!)
[Verse 2: Jim Jones]
Went from the hardest nigga out, To the smartest nigga out (And!)
If you niggas act dumb, I'll bring retarded niggas out (Ga'Head!)
Cartridge in ya mouth (Grrr), we got it in the drought (Grrr)
Saw so many bricks, we got parts down in the south
Thought I was a southerner, the white girl I'm lovin her
Bitch I got uni-bombers to run up on a governor (Pow)
Ain't no worries, I got lawyers like O.J. (GRRrr)
Run up on ya block and make it hot on a cold day (T-t-t-t-t-t-Ttoww)
Bullets kiss yo neck like it's foreplay
And you shouldn't be upset, you know my forte (You know Wuddup)
Stone cold killer, no felonies, cause we murdered any motherfucker that could tell on me! (Grrr)
See Me in Philly, Meek doin wheelies (Andd!)
Hopped out on Broad Street, my feet looking illie (Philly Wuddupp)
Niggas know the dealie, cause niggas off millies
Let up off the shoes, I thought this bitch was tryna kill me!
[Hook]
[Verse 3: Fred the Godson]
The bells is back, low in the hole
Big Jesus piece, t-shirt that say slow
Been ridin with Meek, y'know it's all dough
Boutta hit the streets, Capo said flow
So packs, Go
Back to the coupe, it's back to the booth
Before I get a plaque, forty-four in the mac
You'll collapse when I clap, so relax before I... (Woooo)
Or keep goin and switch ya spittin lyrics to vivid
Like I'm the devil backwards, so you know that I lived it
[?] this shit is 50, the bricks is with me
On the first, I get more exercise than Mississippi
Or get the bliqey, I got the whip and the gunnas in it
Dead in the middle of little Italy, No Pun intendid
Your funeral, no discussion
Ya moms will take care of the coffin, Robitussin
You duck while we clap, if I miss I'll be back
Fred, I'll Be Back!
[Hook]
Carton Of Milk lyrics - Jim Jones (feat. Game & Sen City)
[Jim Jones:]
No competitions with these niggers I'm just...
Raised in the green light I'm a go getter
Wrote letter to the money till it came back
And I saw working out no jumping chats
A lot of shit upon my mind that's why I need the flush
I love life but they'll say she got a crush
I never sleep stay awake won't miss a thang
Dream with my eyes open I can see the change
Looking for a speed ahead you can never stop me
Cause my flow is the key, eat your own coffee
I got boss, these rappers don't wanna shot
Cause of what they can't see, I'm a blind spot
Haters misplace love quote Wayne for that
I say it's HIV... blacks
That's that, you know what it is
Don't need to name names you can suck my shhh
If yo all like me don't love me when I'm gone
If yo all like me don't love me when I'm gone
That's right, curse you when you're living, bless you when you dying
See the boorish that this people be on
If yo all like me don't love me when I'm gone
If yo all like me don't love me when I'm gone
That's right, curse you when you're living, bless you when you dying
See the boorish that this people be on
Don't talk about stars and stripes like you got a gun
[The Game:]
I got balls for fights nigger I'm not the one
Compare me to none I can't be 2
And I ain't scared of go so I can't be bulled
You know I stay truth like religion all of my chainz
Everything all good to the dough come between
You mean the Hummy with the big screen
Snatch my niggers out the...
Want that kind of dough... king even drema
On assignment with the team
They be climbing for the green
But I never make it rain, make the snow... me
Fall back like... then the...
Whatever I wanted there's a kid who couldn't afford it
Get deported to the paper, I'm an immigrant
And I want my green card so anybody getting it
You rapping I'm living it you playing I'm a...
On go line I finish score...
If yo all like me don't love me when I'm gone
If yo all like me don't love me when I'm gone
That's right, curse you when you're living, bless you when you dying
See the boorish that this people be on
If yo all like me don't love me when I'm gone
If yo all like me don't love me when I'm gone
That's right, curse you when you're living, bless you when you dying
See the boorish that this people be on.
Heart Attack lyrics - Jim Jones (feat. Sen City)
I treat her body like the fast life
and I'ma need my heart back
I told her play Rihanna let me beat it up
and you can have her if your cash right
she party all over in the night in town
I think I seen her last night
in my Ferrari strolling with the windows down
treat her body like the fast life
Until she told me slow it down, but I'm just trynna speed it up
I told her play Rihanna let me beat it up
And I'ma need my heart back, the pain is like a heart attack [x2]
And I'ma need my heart back, its feeling like a heart attack [x2]
And all of that
Now tell me have you seen her
My lil ballerina a freak just like Athena
With a body like a Trina, she a fucking head turner
A thorough bread earner
I told her let me hit it like Ike & Tina Turner
And She only rock pumps and I ain't talking bout shotties
Blood up on her shoes like she caught a fucking body
She a bad bitch, couple thousand a bag bitch
Love them fast whips, told her name it I crashed it
And I'ma need my heart back, the pain is like a heart attack [x2]
And I'ma need my heart back, its feeling like a heart attack [x2]
And all of that
I think I seen her on my last flight
Going to another party out of town
I met her in my past life
Jodeci I'm feeling when she not around
I hit her body like a crack pipe I think my high is coming down
But I'm just tryna speed it up
I told her play Rihanna let me beat it up
[Sen City]
I seent her on 34th
I was riding by in the Porche
I woulda gave her a compliment
But I'm tied up on the phone shorty arguing
Okay.. Okay I cheat, i cheat but she good
She ain't ever ever gotta walk a block in the hood
She just throw it in the bag with her little pretty ass
Red wine in a glass end the night of with a gasp
And I'ma need my heart back, the pain is like a heart attack [x2]
And I'ma need my heart back, its feeling like a heart attack [x2]
And all of that
Everybody Jones lyrics - Jim Jones (feat. Aaron Lacrate)
And then this one time I tried to talk to him and these other girls,
They totally got in my way.
Can you believe that their shoes weren't even as exspensive as mine.
The Tray, Fly boy Lifestyle. You Heard me
Drippin from my head to my feet, Splashin
Everything New, You Heard me
If its vintage its new, Real Nigga Shit, You heard me
catch me in soho getting stupid flies
or catch me uptown getting super fly, can heard me?
or catch me just riding my coupe’s fly
the beast,
Trend setter(her), never been better,
yeah I love my bags, but the bank better
Killin half of you you niggas is a vendetta (Bang Bang)
she saw the car when your girl start getting wetter
and she was hot but I didn’t sweat her
cause I’m way too cool you could get a sweater
I’m in the club with a Two-Thousand Dollar leather
and they say birds of a feather flock together (Well Fly Away)
so you and you get in drop together
it was cool outside not the hottest weather
but a nigga still stuntin, dropped it on em' Hefers
and we pull into the tele knockin salt n' peppa
funky fresh, Dress to impress, We at the party
funky fresh, Dress to impress, We at the party
funky fresh, Dress to impress, ready to party
everybody Jones, everybody Jones
Like oh my god, you guys isn’t that like Jim Jones
he’s totally amazing, do you know how he did that song
Like, what it’s called, Um popping Champagne?
I got more kicks then Jack Chan (Check the closet)
in the face, Imma wash it like black sand (Check The Watch Box)
and I used to sell smack like a back hand (X-15 Sharif)
and I see through you niggas like a Cat scan (Get Em')
and fuckers getting fax like a lap dance (Fuck that)
they say I’m a rock star like the gap Band (Aye Now)
it’s new whips, I pull into the night club
I got them jordan number 6 outta flight club
sway still in seats all piped up,
and we ain’t leave the club until the lights out (one more bottle)
everyday I stay splashy like it’s easter (Werd)
that’s why they say I’m something like a fashionista
whoa some, burn some, pass the reefer
I turn the shit black and yellow, tape Like Khalifa (Black And Yellow)
I’m so fly, tell me where I’m landing
I hope the summer hot nigga, where we tanning
funky fresh, Dress to impress, We at the party
funky fresh, Dress to impress, We at the party
funky fresh, Dress to impress, Ready to party
everybody Jones, everybody Jones
how many pairs of Louis Vuittons do I have to have before Jim Jones is gonna fucking talk to me
I like, I wanna give him his own hashtag or something
like Jim Jones problems, Like I can't even.
(Everybody Jones)
They say diamonds are a girl's bestfriend (BFF)
Well, I don't want the girl, I got her bestfriend (Hey Baby)
She all around my neck, I'm talkin precious gems (Woo)
I Caught her body in my 'rari they arrested Gem (Camera)
Bitch breathe like carbon minoxide (Clear)
I was speedin had the car lookin lopside (Speedin)
I told em' come take a walk on the dark side
I'm from New york, where the motherfuckin sparks fly (boom)
My Nigga Sell Drugs, All the cars fly (Ayeee)
Well, black and white stones like apartheid (Segregation)
Its Unanimous, them bitches still love a thug (Werd)
No Ceilin, All she was seein was stars up above
I say girl im tryna cut like a laceration (Deep)
Body Right I'm having all types of fascinations
She got a nigga takin nasty on a mobile phone
I hopped out lookin splashy in my Kobe Foam (So Fly)
Brand New, athletic feet wear (And)
Brand New car, Shit we get em' each year (Werd)
I Pave Stones in my watch, like the drive way
And Imma clone to the cops, like the highway
She Had The ass shakin like a aftershock (drop it)
And I kept the weed low as I passed the cops (who watchin)
But the music so loud, we was blastin Pac (Knock it)
and I ran outta dutches so I had to stop
Whoa
And I don't know what to say to him, I mean,
Do you think he blondes? I guess I could be blonder
I mean, Do you think Jim Jones needs me to be blonder?
Maybe I just need to lose weight,
I'm already down to like 20 pounds, but I could totally go lower
because he is just so freaking unbelievably adorable
Like Popsicle Hot, Like Need to cry,
Ok, Where are my friends, I need to talk to them about this right away
Maybe we can invent some sort of like twitter situations that everybody decides that Jim Jones Should talk to me
(Everybody Jones, Everybody Jones)
Oh my God, Oh my God
He's Coming over Here.
Let Me Fly lyrics - Jim Jones (feat. Rell)
[Rell]
Whatever you wanna do, girl we gotta do it tonight
You don't wanna let me go, I can see it in your eyes
But you know I gotta fly, cus baby this is my life
Baby this is my life
[Jim Jones]
She's spillin' drinks all night on my favorite pants
She was all up on a nigga givin' crazy stares
The loud knock in my door had me wake up scared
As I looked into my bed she had her makeup smeared
Damn, it's like a party what we made in here
And I was tryin' tell the time through the jacob glare
Can't front the fat ass and the wavy hair
Had a nigga contemplate about stayin' here
I missed the flight I got to pay delay
She tried to do it all again she ain't playin' fair
She reached up like do you gotta leave
I wanna stay but baby girl I gotta breathe
Jet lag screamin' that we runnin' late
My louis bag on wheels runnin' to the gate
Party all night to the A.M.
And it kinda pushed my time back like daylight savings
[Rell]
7 a.m. turning over in the sheets
Manager blowin' up the phone in my sleep
A smile on my face I don't mean to make em' wait
But she's that much sexier when she sleeps
Throwin' on my clothes put my shoes on my feet
Bags packed up now I'm ready for the streets
Glanced back at her now she's staring up at me
She wanna pull me back but she know I gotta leave
Flights at ten then we land at twelve
Then we then check-in to another hotel oh well
Do it all again I think I want her an my homie wants her friend
Ball like tomorrow might be the end
We can let it all go, we can play pretend
We can do up from the dusk til' the dawn
Like the Marvin Gaye song baby lets get it on
Perfect Day lyrics - Jim Jones (feat. Chink Santana & Logic)
And I've been running in the streets all day
And I've been looking at the stars all night
It got me thinking how can I get away
It got me thinking about a perfect day
And I could tell you something we both know
We can hustle but the streets get cold
And I've been thinking how can I get away
It got me thinking 'bout a perfect day
She got the babysitter watching the kids
She gettin' sexy in here all day
She gonna party all her troubles away
She must be thinking 'bout a perfect day
We could be anywhere in the world
But we right here
We gon' be right here
For this perfect day
Got me thinking 'bout a perfect day
My perfect day
No work today
Got me thinking 'bout the breeze when the sun get hot
On a water surface play
Nah no turf today
Told my man throw his work away
I got a fool proof plan
Make a couple of mil
And I think it's gonna work today ay
And I could tell you something we both know
We can hustle but the streets get cold
And I've been thinking how can I get away
It got me thinking about a perfect day
She got the babysitter watching the kids
She gettin' sexy in here all day
She gonna party all her troubles away
She must be thinking 'bout a perfect day
We could be anywhere in the world
But we right here
We gon' be right here
For this perfect day
Got me thinking 'bout a perfect day
No gunshots no caskets
No sirens flashing
No V's no police
No handcuffs no rips no lashes
We drunk no crashes
Twist it up no passes
No sticks no skins
No seeds we blowing the finest grasses
And I've been running in the streets all day
And I've been looking at the stars all night
It got me thinking how can I get away
It got me thinking about a perfect day
And I could tell you something we both know
We can hustle but the streets get cold
And I've been thinking how can I get away
It got me thinking 'bout a perfect day
She got the babysitter watching the kids
She gettin' sexy in here all day
She gonna party all her troubles away
She must be thinking 'bout a perfect day
Changing The Locks lyrics - Jim Jones (feat. Ashanti)
[Verse 1: Jim Jones]
And I know our reltionship I neglected
So I'm hopin this apology you'll accept it
And I know up in ya mind you feel disrespected
Just think about the time that you invested
But somewhere along the line we got disconnected
And you tell me I was wrong so I stand corrected
You ain't up here in the mall girl I kant accept it
And so a woman skorned is wat this man was left with
I got her feelin like no otha option
Back against the wall love got her boxed in
Fightin with a hard love got ha boxin
And all those bruises on her soul like she was fightin Hopkins
[Chorus: Ashanti]
See I don't want to love you anymore
And I don't want to touch you anymore
I'm changin all tha locks that's on this door
So gone so gone
I used to give you every piece of me
Until you fucked around and lost that key
I used to really love you now I think nothin of you
You ain't gotta kum back no more kuz I'm gone
[Verse 2: Ashanti]
See I was with you
I split it with you
I lived it with you
Did it even when I didn't wanna do it just to let you know I was different from the rest put an "s" on my chest
To relieve all your stress when I gave you my best
You betrayed what was left
And I didn't understand now I'm leaving
I'm so gone movin on
And I ain't gotta take ya shit no more
[Chorus]
Said I don't wanna love you
And I don't wanna touch you
Nope I don't think nothin of you
Aye ayyyyyeeee aye
Said I don't wanna love
And I don't wanna touch you
Nope I don't think nothin of you
Yeah ayyyyeeee wooooaaaahhhh
Mmmm mmmmmmmmm nooooooo [fades out]
God Bless The Child lyrics - Jim Jones (feat. Wyclef Jean)
God bless the child that can hold his own
God bless the child that can hold his own
God bless the child that can hold his own
God bless the child that can hold his own
[Wyclef:]
Papa left me at war
In the Croix-des-Bouquets slums
Out in Haiti
I used to hunt for my food like wolves hunt sheeps
From the whole to the project
Learned to slap box cause I couldn’t take the disrespect
Asked Mona Lisa for a date on Friday
She heard I was Haitian and she said no way
But God blessed the child
I could have been that juvenile
Yep, but that’s my cousin selling crack
And that’s me with the black and white notebook writing raps
And the words became real
And I got a record deal
And I went from last to first
I put Haiti on the map, if you're looking for my country Google Earth
God bless the child that can hold his own
God bless the child that can hold his own
God bless the child that can hold his own
God bless the child that can hold his own
[Jim Jones:]
God bless because the streets is hard
We living in a world we only see facades
But check the stats, you won't believe the odds
From who make it out to who see the bars
Only a few make out the two seated cars
I hope my crew make it out and don't see the bars
When Wyclef was on tour with the Fugees
I was with Boyz n the Hood, you can't pause the movie
Thought I was hot shit when I bought the coopy
I was down in the tunnel when I wore the goofy
I was the ice berg shit, 400 sweater
I put ten up in the bank, bet I form better
It was love in the bitch way before I met her
Just was spending all my chips on the softest leathers
I told my niggas meet them at the crossroads
Until then I'mma see how fast this Porsche go
More money well them more foes
But shit I ain’t scared of you mofos
You funny niggas like Bernie mac
I do something til you same niggas turn a rat
God bless the child that can hold his own
God bless the child that can hold his own
God bless the child that can hold his own
God bless the child that can hold his own
[Jim Jones:]
It’s much deeper than a rap song
Think it’s sweet until this beef is getting clapped on
I’ve seen sweet dreams turn in nightmares
I watch street dreams turn to life years
You can hear the loud screams when they cry tears
Now I take my whole team and we fly Leers
If it’s New York then we’re up town
California sport when we touchdown
I’m getting money, wouldn't call it fame
It was right before she nutted when she called my name
Backing out the telly, wheels in reverse
She had the telly slippers on, heels in her purse
I put her in a cab, you dealing with a jerk
It's atleast a quarter mil when a nigga murk
Shit they follow me like I’m racketeering
They must have got fed with the black McLaren
And yea they racial profile my black appearance
And I always ran the streets, I had absent parents
And every night we pray to the sky
In the hood where is 9 million ways to die
God bless the child that can hold his own
God bless the child that can hold his own
God bless the child that can hold his own
God bless the child that can hold his own
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