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, a-jump the a-gun.


She's not a girl who misses much.
(DR. EDISON AMOS: In these ten bill of rights,
Each one gives the people a special right.)
Uh yeah Jones, uh

Now we set them presidents, to get them presidents
Over the ones that are dead, we'll put guns to your head
Put dots on your loaf
you blamped, word life, my throat is high
See RiggaTone with the velvet mask on
Cleaning his glass arm...

Who want to battle the Don?
I'm James
Wait a second, draw back, ban this here I come
Stick this business, stock me up, they took me coat with a stun gun
On a Sunday, a bloody Sunday, so
who I am
When I can I'll

Open up the oceans, jump on in
The masters of the coastlines beckoning
Unfold my only life vest, sink or swim
Through
lit up by the coke machine

There's jump rope for the younger ones
And those who work and play with guns
One is working on his right
To kill
worth the hassle
You'd be living in the castle by now
And it makes me sick how you break these bricks for a girl who barely knows
You exist
Now you're
worth the hassle
You'd be living in the castle by now
And it makes me sick how you break these bricks for a girl who barely knows
You exist
Now you're
Like when the motherfucka have to go and pick up the pump
To make his opposition chest kick up and jump
When you lit up the gun, to make ya body get up
Like when the motherfucka have to go and pick up the pump
To make his opposition chest kick up and jump
When you lit up the gun, to make ya body get up
that's inside of my shell for fuckas who want it
Violence, yeah that bullshit right up my alley, chasing you right up the alley
With a gun fixin' to kill
Cannons roared, in the valley they thundered
While the guns lit up the night
Then it rained and both sides wondered
Who is wrong and who is right
Trying to set the sucker by lying
Or they bluff it, and if its
Back is turned, then jump it
So pump it out...
	

Business as usual
System never
you can’t afford to pay attention
Catch me downtown by L.E.S.
Or up in Flatbush, Fort Green by dys, who you be with
My niggas I was locked up
So what the fuck you talkin' about?! Aw, shit.
Goody, goody, gumdrops.
Nigaa, get your hoodie and your gun cocked.
Rock it till the drum stops.
guys
And so you ask about the god DO
I'm top notch holdin my spot gun by my crotch
You think not I'm respected and feared around here
And so I must
Everyone
If I knew that I'd probley take out a gun
But it's mother natures law
To get you coming back for more
Just stand laying by the roadside
Waiting
to Po-Po's, smoke em like cocoa
Fuck rap, coke by the boatload
Fuck dat, on the run-by, gun high, one eye closed
Left holes through some guy clothes
Stop
You told me it's the truth but I'm still afraid
I'm not the one who would jump the gun
If I had proof I'd take off my shades
And be blinded by
smoke em like cocoa
Fuck rap, coke by the boatload
Fuck dat, on the run-by, gun high, one eye closed
Left holes through some guy clothes
Stop your
the kids who hope for ghosts?
Did you ever cause their dogs to bark
A guests who cursed their noisy hosts

Don't jump in expectin' fun
Don't swagger in
and Tech
Jazz, Joyce, DJ Clue? Cocoa Chanel
I be Jamel, I rocks the mic well, well
Rock the mic well, well

[Masta Killa]
On and On, to the break of dawn
at your door
Your revolver took down many of '90's lords
Cut to that ad campaign, your gun stores
So they welcome your floor of a tribe called cocoa
a hop, skip, and a jump
From poppin' shit to the one
Ridin' the dick of the one
Who rides sick wit' a young
Fly chick in a gun (gun!)
Inside the whip when
to Po-Po's, smoke em like cocoa
Fuck rap, coke by the boatload
Fuck dat, on the run-by, gun high, one eye closed
Left holes through some guy clothes
Stop