Lyrics:
to the mother that he loved,
Said what Preacher Casey said, Tom Joad,
He said what Preacher Casey said.
"Everybody might be just one big soul,
Well it
with jelly
I gotta slow down or else its my belly
Nothing to worry stay calm it's a party
Chased by the baddies like its tom and jerry
I never be shy got
situations will put a brick
Wall up on a nigga
But either way I got to make it through
I know a lot of shit come my way
But it's ok
I know it probably could've
dream if I ever did see one
I took up all of my winnings
And I gave my little Bessie half
And she tore it up and threw it in my face
Just for
dream if I ever did see one
I took up all of my winnings
And I gave my little Bessie half
And she tore it up and threw it in my face
Just for
daily bread
In the back line I do the most
Cut niggas off
I'm Vinnie Jones
Their blood pour
We raise a toast
Drink, drink I did my job
Niggas don't wanna
Jones and I need to speak
If I don't get a chance I'm a turn a freak
One of the best ways that I know to get my soul free
One of the best ways that you
did turn into mangoes
Times used to chill on the bus in the back row
Now I roll solo, with my hat low
I'm really tryna manage this stress
I dropped
I do what I want, I play by my own rules
I know you see the 350 that's all on my boost
My niggas never lackin' so you know I can't lose
My niggas
the way down South (YEAH!)
I ain't Mike Jones, keep my name out'cha mouth bitch (Mike Jones)
We can get it crackin if it get to clickin clackin
Look
all the way down South (YEAH!)
I ain't Mike Jones, keep my name out'cha mouth b**** (Mike Jones)
We can get it crackin if it get to clickin
all the way down South (YEAH!)
I ain't Mike Jones, keep my name out'cha mouth b**** (Mike Jones)
We can get it crackin if it get to clickin
Room, in the ass I hear, while
I was locked outside with Paula by a mischievous Patty, and my Then girlfriend Prissy was at
Work as a waitress at IHOP
What's up, darlin'?
I been keeping my eye on your movement
I can't see no room for improvement
Why you all over there in your Jack Jones?
You
comin through got paper gotta have it
Under my damn bed
And Im flippin red
If I get caught with keys I goin fed
But that ain't on my mind
No Im not
me You will not never forget about me
I got zippers on my jeans, on my shoes And on my jacket, by the way
These jeans are equipped with a highly daily
TV
Motion Pictures
Shit then..
But It's still free bro
Even tho he did it!
Bro got the drop
Where there pack
Was sitting it
Back when I was a kid
I
What's up, darlin'?
I been keeping my eye on your movement
I can't see no room for improvement
Why you all over there in your Jack Jones?
You
to
School for theater i took
Four years of my life and
Devoted it to theater
I did that because my passion was
Acting when I started rapping, i
Felt like I
it
I'm usually patient
I use to chill, now my dreams so big
They got me pacing
Back and forth
But the clock is not what I'm racing
The way I judge my
Scoob if we was playin cards
But if I got beef and it's time for code red
My drill is like a hoe, and be takin mad niggaz to bed
So hurry up
But you did, now I'm going all out kid
And I got mad love to give, you my nigga
You're all
I need
To get by
You're all (lie together, cry
how he did it
Yeaaaaaaah
I like how he did it
Step by step
Day by day
I'm on the mf come up
Play by play
Step by step
Day by day
I'm on the mf come up
know what I mean? It's
called My Own Hell. Story about me, and Midwestside, and Hogstyle
Records, and people around me, and my wife, and stuff like
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