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Take it off bitch bend over let me see it 
Ima young sweet Jones n I trick I Koukdnt be it 
Whip Parked outside 
Money on the dresser 
Top knoth hoes

you the truth
10 years before you got an almost hit
I'm two years in already on one of those seats
Dealing with brands making corporate money
We talk

Jones how I had them hoes tippin 
Doubles 3 shawty baby you was never pippen 
On the phone they grown men but they pulled up like some children
Tom cruise

Stick that mask
Up ya ass
Make em panic
Satanic's planned it
Globalist hit from the start
With the Act attack
Batten the hatch
Over the mark
It's time

outshine the Sistine
No church services, my verses they be potent still
A banger on the beat, man I swear it's such a potent feel
Like hits from Holyfield

Soldier

Royce da 5'9"

Street Hop

2009

order
Filthy hit recorder, wipe or Ricky mixed with Ricky Porter
Butchie Jones mixed with Mr. Combs with the Tookie aura
I'm a muh'fucker, no really I

a mustard seed now im really movin'
Rather be in motion than sitting here cruisin 
Please don't call me Tom, I ain't about losin' 
Way I stomp the couch rick

And I wasn't born to relish,
But for you babe I'd kiss a bonobo
I'd listen to Bono
I'd sing like I'm Tom Jones
I don't care bout the hits or the follows

at this: Ur hur hur hur hur
Tom Jones look at this: Ur hur hur hur hur
That one from the Kaiser Chiefs look
At this: Ur hur hur
Piers Morgan look at this: Ur

And that's why I had to make this
Twenty-minute rap song
I'm 'bout to one take it
I just made my first album
Full of songs from the depths of my heart

Everything from colors, planets, galaxies, the Ancient Ones
All the orders of the Angels
Rainbow Spirits, Seraphim's and Cherubim's
Even me (Takes another sip

kuz all my nikkas equal
I played wit kap guns and beepers
So dem nikkas better run from dim reaperz
Jone say look at da tommy gun when he meet ya
Nikka

want all the smoke
Catch us knocking at your door
Like Dominos but ain't no pizza
Knocking at your door
Like Nasir Jones I got that Ether
This ain't

all the way from Erie pa
Want myself a glass of lemonade
Grabbed some chicken and a burger too
Hey what's kickin at the barbecue
Joes over by the grill

cradled it
Mj Larry Johnson baby it
Tom Brady it
Tried to be my earthquake it was easy shaking it
It's gone over the green monster
Babe I point past

from
Know that I bang the hardest
I'm street
It's like they re tarred it
Naw I disrespecting the mentally challenged
Listen again and find cleverestness

Sit back with me, (praying that today will make things right)
While we reflect our dreams

Look, came from the land of the south the west side

everybody dies
This is hip-hop you know what time it is
Kaligraph Jones you need to hit me up
Before I turn this shit into a hit me up
Zed rappers wack I

with the business suit
(Gimme the loot)
Pockets overflowin’ and I still rob you (Heh)
Just copped the Wu-Tang album from the Feds
Now I’m ridin’ round,

Are backed by a pack of straight white honky quacks
Are backed by a pack of straight white honky quacks

Old Jim Jones and Tommy T
Were lovers

Verse 

Meet Kentuckiana jones 
Mr bad to the bone
Ain’t you happy I’m home 
I happily roamed 
With Nappy it’s known
We’re taking every city by storm
Im

skin is where my bands at
Dudes from high school asking for my cash app
2k on a tat yeah you know that I did that
Daddy's mad at me
Asks me why I spend

Moved in your crib, burnt it out
That's a throwaway home
Let's be clear, I make careers disappear
Quicker than Robot Jones
Man your album should be titled

Let me smoke a blunt right now and get in my zone
Akademiks said Freddie Gibbs got beat up by Jim Jones (word)
I'm not a big fan of his the streets