Lyrics:
hand, but for what?
Like Jim Kelly said, "You try to set me up?" Shit...
I'm too slick for your lies in disguise
When will you devils open your eyes
an erection)
Go nigga, go (ain't shit to fool with)
Young black male
I try to effect by kicking the facts
And stacking much mail
I'm packing a gat 'cause
inspired by our times
Of she who said I was her Jim but I only cut ties
Back then it was a pair that's best
A young trumpeteer and a clarinet
Gettin'
blush
Then I went to Jim Beam, that's when my face grayed
Went to gym in eighth grade, raped the women's swim team
Don't take me for a joke I'm no
Then says the judge, says he
"Oh, for life, Jim Jones, I'm sending you
Across the stormy sea
But take a tip before you ship
To join the iron gang
Sitting on my porch sippin' on Jim Beam
Read the newspaper man, guess what I seen
Shit bad enough to make a grown man scream
And then I woke up,
enjoy this moment
For life" not be here trying
To enjoy every moment?
Absolutely and that's the thing it
Kinda just comes so quickly
Pause!
And then
wear
$3000 shirts for real here
And in Stockholm people will
Be like ‘oh dude, it’s a $3000 shirt’
I’m assuming I’m probably wearing a
$2000 shirt but I
Oh, so you say, "That's it, I gotta leave this place
I don't care what these people think
I'm just sittin' here makin' myself nauseous
With this ugly
To say nothing to me you
Hear what I’m saying?
Respect that
Paparazzo: Relax, man
Kanye: What you mean, "relax?!"
Paparazzo: We don’t want to fight
on for the country, that's the truth of it
I'm talkin' last millenium we was reppin' it
Before anybody had accepted it (anybody!)
We introduced 'em
pocket planners)
For the day we meet up (with Jim Shapiro) THE HAMMER!
(I'm sick of all this everyday harassment)
Sick of hopelessly watchin my man
talk.
Was raise by a G.
You ain't suppose to like me dog, cause I'm what you wanna be.
From top to bottom being trill that's something that's in me.
Yeah, you want the next part, kablaow
Yeah, kablaow, yeah
That's that shit, that's the part right here
Shit, I'm proud
The track, got a whole lot
the bread
Sheek, Zeke, Hell Rell
And I got some in the Feds
I contradict what ever the government says
For them boys on my back wit
Them bugs by my bed
They
whole life through (that's right)
He's been walking through the rain (rain)
Until that day he run for you (uh huh, uh huh)
And the sun came pouring
heh
Then tell all the kids to try it
Man, what's it's gon' take to make it?
For them to say that I'm one of the greatest?
Do I gotta go sell my soul?
to
Do it the thing that we
Realized right away was
"It’s not going to be the
Same so let’s not try
And make it the same let’s just go for what
Our heart
of explosives. I see
four guards where the entourage started,
just pinpoint the target, so we can get
started.
Reepz 2:Yo nigga, I'm all for
cry myself to sleep
[jim]
she's not here
[samen]
kissing me tenderly
[jim]
love is a wonderfull thing
that's why this song for her I sing
Why did she
on wired
Look at my life that's triumph
Running till I see Zion
Break it down by the ion
Take back the kingdom that's the time I'm on
Mind Over Body,
or die tryin times
Greed that I see
Got these cats
Whipped by tv
3 generations of fatherless women
We drownin instead of swimmin
This ain't what
tryin' times
Greed that I see
Got these cats
Whipped by TV
Three generations of fatherless women
We drownin' instead of swimmin'
This ain't what
rapturing
I prayed for this here immaculate acumen
Breaking out of zones held captive in
Upon this rock I'm El Capitan
I'm about to fill the morgue
That
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