Lyrics:
Nathaniel Jones his name is better known by Black Starr Im Saying
Black Starr Its the legend of the Black Starr Black Starr Black Starr when the evil attack
and
Once you splurged on mike js jones's nigga's couldn't keep
Up with i laid back on my fat joe shit that's what I call
More joe shit if I was to drop
“Trust in Me”
(Tom Glide / Jaya Jenay )
VERSE I
What do you do when the world
be trippin dont be doin no drive-bys
Cause we dont gangbang, dont wear blue or red
We like that fuckin green, papers what I said
Big Moe wassup, in
your gung ho got'cha niggas by your side
And the topic of your every conversation's let's ride
But let's take 5 and then put that shit aside
But you
to death that's painted by the numbers
With crime unapplied pressure, cats is playing God
But having children by a lesser baby mother but fuck it
We
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
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
If we only have tonight
Then let's be sure to paint the town
I was worried that you might
Have grown sick of me by now
Your silhouette approaching me
thanks to the young king hailing from Alabama
And he goes by the name of Nomrah
And he blessed us with that world premiere of "the pink moon" and uh
I must
we cease
A liar who said that we never release
Nooses surroundin' the neck of the beast
Loosing they pounds on the treasure beneath
Two hundred pounds
Living wonderful lives
Think that I know whats right
I lost my track of time
We might just have tonight
All my bruddas up, we done been through
I would give anything that I can give
Cause you're the reason that I live
For sure - it's a wonderful day
Every time you talk to me
It sounds just
Just dip down
To the underground
Just bury the shovel
With the surround sound
I bury the thumpers back of the trunk now
She hear the beats in
throwin' pebbles
By the water at 21, I wasn't savage like that boy from Georgia
Lord, pray you never forget, uh-uh, pray you never forget
Hey, pray you never
scalp cowboys, now how that sound for you?
Yeah, boy, you know we're 'bout to put it down for you
So kick your shoes off in the foyer, have a sound
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
please this ain't more than it Seems
This is more than rap
I was broke and low in them broken Flats no gyal by my side just my bro That's facts so I back
Guess it just depends on
How I wanna do it
I'm not new to it
I'm true to it
That's why I'm Truth Jones
I Just piledrived this beat
Undertaker Tombstone
to the shop
Nigga FIX MY SHIT and run it by eight o'clock
Who she roll with, Clyde that down South Southern-ass drawer nigga
Yo tell him you with Clifton,
on the outside
Heavy weed smoke in the air got me so high
Smoking on that Lamborghini red
I got them cherry Eyes
And when I walk by
They say I violated
All these
need quarters I brought, $10 bank rolls
Bags of quarters, I was insane
People thought that I worked there, and asked me for change
But I would get
Oh, my mother was frightened by a shotgun, they say
That's why I'm such a wonderful shot
I'd be out in the cactus and I'd practice all day
And now
When I got the word that our Uncle Joe died
I did what we all did, I sat down and cried
Got into my car, headed home for the hills
Back home
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