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they start losing pints
You can die by the gun or the knife

[Chorus: Havoc]
hey yo
Eh yo a nigga ain't stoppin' know I got to get it poppin'
Yo you know

Stunting Ain't Nuthin

Gucci Mane

Mr. Davis

2017

Yeah
You dig (yeah)
Uncle Jim
It's Dolph
Ayy, it's just a whole lot of money

Nigga, please, you ain't got as much guap as me (uh)
You don't

' them pills
Poppin, poppin' them pills
If your days ain’t goin’ how you want it be
Tell me what you gonna do (I be poppin’ them pills)
If you see

roll somethin'
Get twisted, that's on Jim, nigga (I really mean it)
Harlem! Man, we here to stay
It's nothin' left to say, man, Eastside (I really

Killa this my man Jim Jones
You know we been through
A lot of devistation, larceny
Defeat, misconceptions man, fuck all that
I don't know what that's

Pig Latin

Gym Class Heroes

...for the Kids

looks be gettin me stressed

It's time to dead that
Testify and get your head wrapped like Arabian cats
Terrorist act's will have you pigs squealin

loyal

Gimme the key it's on lock, gotta go and get my spot
People comin' for the top
But I swear they really not
'Cause I'm up here by myself
I'm

blowing her nose
The theme song will not be
Written by Jim Webb
Francis Scott Key, nor sung by Glen Campbell
Tom Jones, Johnny Cash, Englebert Humperdinck

killing my kidney.
All these hoes poppin pussy cross the city, they cuffin these bitches I cannot get with it.
Ain’t cuffin these bitches I’m chasin these

this up
Me and my girls we headed out to the club
Champagne poppin In the uber
He ain't complaining cause we cute girls

He said get comfy comfy
Ride

that you're listening
Just let me spit some shit
I just need witnesses
Call it a murder the beat might be poppin'
I know I got Sutton to trim this shit

Scandalous Hoes

Mike Jones

Who Is Mike Jones? [Bonus Screwed & Chopped Disc]

2005

We fin' to do a little bit different right here
Check it out, yeah!

[Mike Jones]
Now that you stacking up dollars, these hoes now want to holla

I got like ten phones
And we flying high everyday like a nigga
Jim Jones

Keep number 9 like I'm rondo
Fuck number 12 it's Free Rondo
You niggas

I'd like to say that the Senator was sorry
It's sad when the powerful don't felt any shame
Some get attention by being mean and so rude
Me, I gonna use

and bitter but still a Baby Ruth
Could make a scene pop by making that booty move
You know the lil ones matter, real n****s know it too
Sweet with

Feelin like jones im bad 2 da bone
I ain't have 2 pop out 2 get dat boy gone
Real snipers sit onna lil nigga home

Trap spot poppin we jammin cmon

Bitch

tonight
My thoughts get drowned until I feel alright
I keep drinkin' 'til I'm someone I don't recognize
I got wasted

I can never ever live without it

I ain't talking 'bout Jim Jones
Nigga, I'm talking 'bout hooping
Up, expensive shirt, breaking bones
Fuck yo Rolex, roll up homie, roll that kush
Blow

Dirt Road Anthem

Colt Ford

Ride Through the Country

2008

chilling on a dirt road
Laid back swervin' like I'm George Jones
Smoke rollin' out the window
An ice cold beer sittin' in the console
Memory lane up in

you 
Fix the wings you broke I’ll fly higher than Jim Jones
Everybody got glass houses no point in them gem stones it’s a 
Stick up   where’s

as a scone
Boom on these niggas
Jiggaboo Jones

Know im the shit when i get in my zone
Bitch i move quick and im slicker than chrome
My momma told me go hard

is welcome at the People's Temple when we summon shit
We praying while we conjure it 
You can address me as Jim Jones the fuckin reverend

at Widder Jones
Who watches through the window as they go
Widder Jones, Widder Jones, finds it hard to get along
She's a scary looking grouch and the cubs

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