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)
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