Lyrics:
Brother Jim was born a man of mystery
Mother Lynn claimed Jim would save the world someday
Little Jim saved souls of cats who'd found their end
By
I had a dream about my man last night
And my man came by the studio
And his name is
Busta Rhymes in effect, Shaheed is in effect
Phife Did-awg is
hush will get mushed like a sleigh dog
I say dogs who are under me, I over man, call me Doberman
'Cause I'm a pincher of pennies that's pretty
Then
her hand?
Or is she deserving of some other man?
These are the questions that trouble my nights
And I can't help but want what she sees in that guy
His
fucked up
To um compare me to Jim Jones or uh Davey Koresh.
You know what I mean
Because those where not people that where for the greater good
You
Randy by action
You know i do it
I beat up the pot, Yeah i rock Yukon
Niggas be stupid
All in they city but they is not moving
I keep the glock on me
You
didn't hear
What they were supposed to hear
Bring that back (bring the back)
(woo, yo)
Yo (damn) Young Buck where my money at man
My niggas is playing
decisive
It's in the people's power to see to it that what makes lynchings and starts wars is dealt with
Not by well-wishers, but by policemen, and I mean
really legal citizens
Original man without a home of his own what is this silliness
Nineteen-o-four they were finally coached by fellow Indians
A nine
from here?
No, ah.. which one is it?
(burp) excuse me. It's the one by the airport... you know... cause we gotta get up early an'.. fly outta here in
Well outta south alabama come a country boy
He said I'm looking for a man named jim
I am a pool shootin boy
My name is Willie McCoy
But down home
Claude said "I am justified Jim, they were gonna cut me down,
And a man's got a right to hang some meat
When he's livin' this far from town."
It took
another man to me
Is to, to be the weakest nigga in the world, you feel me
You know and um, just, you know, with that in mind
To know I'm getting ready for
of her tall lover man
They're lyin' to me, aren't they, Jim
She asked him
That fair-haired girl with those blue, blue eyes
Is not your wife, is she
Mandy: Capricorn, eh, what are they like?
Wise Man 2: He is the son of God, our Messiah.
Wise Man 1: King of the Jews.
Mandy: And that's
Lone Ranger
And you don't mess around with Jim
Well, outta south Alabama come a country boy
He said I'm lookin' for a man named Jim
Well, I'm a pool
on me I'm about to fight back
The man ain't nothin but the klan, but not in white they rockin blue and black
It's a proven fact cops is just white
the brothers representin' the Dirty Dozen
I be the F-R-O the double G
And check out the man, he goes by the name of er
Slim Shady, brain dead like Jim Brady
(MW) So he said goodbye and then he went back to his wife
(DM) Then when you could see that you and Jim were through
(DM) You came back to me
(DM)
think it's you
Cause that makes this a loss
I'm singing songs like I'm Jim Croce
I can't bear The Lover's Cross
I wanna pretend that there is no problem
's right) jim Jones, fuck it
Shit, Capo Status what's fuckin wit that man
(Coofie smacka) for my
Dip-Set, from hear on end it's Lovely
Daze that's what this
the mood is right
I don't want think about them times
The memories have died
Ya, I've been on my own
I be good tonight
Got my drink poured strong
Jim beam
Jim Jim gan gan
Oooh ohh ohh ajeh
You can never corse a man God bless touch me and you go wound oo
Na G O D my odeshi gan gan
The hustle be like man o
see is cops with guns
Soap in my sock, county charges stuck in the struggle with number one
Never will have a friend like me, reality checking
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