Lyrics:
You're all (lie together, cry together)
I need (I swear to God I hope we fuckin' die together)
To get by
You're all (lie together, cry together)
After a few weeks on the bus
Being porked by Toad-O's road crew
And being too exhausted to do their
Laundry on a regular basis
MARY is dumped in
(Come on)
Check it out, it's Rage
Ready for the- (uh)
Ready for the breakdown
Ch-ch-check, check it out, it's Rage
Ready for the- (uh)
the page olsen gets
Queasy with the subject
Oh, Jesus what the hell is that?
His name is Waylon Jones in Belle Reve
Griggs and his guards walk down
Jones' phone
Saddest trombone raddest boner pillz on the market
Saddam Hussein fantastic insane still farted
Still get carded at the fish market
A sushi
I need)
You're all (you're all)
I need
To get by (all I need, all I need)
I got a love jones for your body and your skin tone
Five minutes
whole damn life trying to get that right
I got the microphone Jones and I need to speak
If I don't get a chance I'm a turn a freak
One of the best ways
been learnt
Let me tell you about
The ballad of ravey jones
As he wakes on a Friday morning
He can feel it calling
The brakes come off
Get ready to throw
People, get ready for the heartbeat props
(Heartbeat props!)
Everybody, get ready for the heartbeat props
(Heartbeat props!)
We're gonna make it
I need)
You're all (you're all)
I need
To get by (all I need, all I need)
I got a love jones for your body and your skin tone
Five minutes
sacrilegious
You see I rap for spitters and clap back for niggas
'Til the moment that the mothership comes back to get us
Are you ready? Are you ready? Are
richer (mo' money)
Now tell me if you wanna live forever
N****z dyin so be ready for whatever
(Yeah, ready for whatever
Ready for whatever
Thug Life
dot
I point and pop, pop, pop and drop
I got my mind right, money right ready for war
For that doe Bleek bustin that fo'
This how real we get deep
Go)
Ready (To Blow)
Let's Roll
[Hook]
[Jim Jones]
If Thirty's the new Twenty
Patron's The New Henney
Roll In A New Bentley
Blowin
gettin' richer (mo' money)
Now tell me if you wanna live forever
Niggas dyin' so be ready for whatever
(Yeah, ready for whatever
Ready for whatever
dot
I point and pop, pop, pop and drop
I got my mind right, money right ready for war
For that doe Bleek bustin that fo'
This how real we get deep
it
Don't you lie
Don't you lie
Don't you lie
Don't you lie
(Don't lie to me baby, never)
So tell me if you ready
Baby come and get it
Cause I wanna
when them sticks get to clappin'
Stuffing backend jump suit on I'm ready
Nigga try me then this shit gone get deadly
Setting up shop use to trap out
or give out info
Never did kick door, but, nigga, know how I get dough
By myself, ME in team
What I need them for
Get Money, Get Paid, bitch, I feel like
a change. I'm tired of being tormented to hell, that's what I'm tired of. Tired of it."
Jim Jones: "Please. For God's sake, let's get on with it. We've
Cheeba chebba, y'all
You're all (Cry together)
Cheeba cheeba, y'all i need (Lie together)
Ya don't stop to get by (Cry together)
Yeah yeah
Ahh (You
yaknahmean?
You a Buttercup girl
Oh is that right?
Yeah
Well, I got Love Jones for you
Word, tell me about it
Chorus: Angel Cake
[Intro/Chorus fading in and out in background]
Ok, ok, (heeeyyyy) yeah
We back in this bitch (Lovely Daze like this...)
Jim Jones nigga (you
gets crossed ain't no letting it slide
See I was taught that the world a ghetto and it comes with rules by which we abide
Got it locked, working like
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