Lyrics:
get caught up tied, caught up in them lies
I'm on all good vibes, we on an all-time high when we floatin' by with the smoke in the sky
Got some smoke in
They told him to just fade away
His time had past and all his kind would die
But he remembers when Hank played the Opry high as a kite
While
[Diddy]
Its Bad Boy bitch
Scram Jones... the Clipse... B.I.G.
Let's go
[Biggie]
Niggaz in my faction don't like asking questions
Strictly gun
have one life just to do it right
Doing right with my 2 eyes
3 times praying day n night
4 weeks a month how it past by
I shoot for the stars so you know
alone without me...
Your hair is so pretty
I look at it all the time
And your skin is so soft but
Your soul is rough as mine
I'm looking for a soul
Just
got to be there by nine.
Pin stripe suit, clean shirt and tie,
Stops off at the corner shop, to buy The Times
'Good Morning Smithers-Jones'
'How's
another kansas city chiefs
First down. followed by the touchdown
We gon bring the trophy home cause we
Got patrick mahomes and stone cold chris jones
"You think she's still alive?" Jack said, "Open it yourself"
The zipper caught a couple times, I had to pull it hard
The duffel split open and three
niggas (NO)
Everything with me is just business (HA)
See I'm finna grab you rappers by the throat
I'm the hardest I think its time to let'em know (Let'em
with me is just business (HA)
See I'm finna grab you rappers by the throat
I'm the hardest I think its time to let'em know (Let'em know)
I'm not your
a crack home
Winter time getting cold, had to go to Bramlea
Steal a jacket up out of Jack Jones
Rogers had me get mad at the phone bills, switchin'
choose to hate –
I choose the tool I’m gonna
Use to blues your face (blaow)
Then cruise the state
Right after I lose the case (holla)
My nigga, i’m getting
school and my welfare
But it's clear, you ain't sincere hey who the hell cares
You think I'm blind but this time I see you comin', Jack
You grabbed your
best
Trying to make it work, but, man, these times are hard
But we're gonna start by
Drinking old cheap bottles of wine
Sit talking up all night
Saying
a call, give me a call
So I can do some damage to you
[Mike Jones]
I need you bad girl I'm horny as hell
I need yo love so hit me on my cell
Girl give me
Let me smoke a blunt right now and get in my zone
Akademiks said Freddie Gibbs got beat up by Jim Jones (word)
I'm not a big fan of his the streets
here after all these years Waiting for the right time I'll fly over the moon Well, I'm older now I forgot the time, the living part of me I've seen
then black
Out and relapse 'til I yack Jack Daniels and 'gnac (woo)
Burp bubbles, attitude's immaturin'
Double shot of Bacardi, party, vision is
Willie and Laura Mae Jones were our neighbors a long time back
They lived right down the road from us in a shack, just like our shack
The people
the ground
After beat down on Jerry Springer tape
Wait put it down like shells hitting the ground
When I'm busting rounds
Put it down like beats by
funeral, Teacher threw all
Three of us into the portal one by one
It took three tries to get me which was
Weird because Anna and Jack Jordan went
Up with no
What's the count Jack?
I long for peace of mind
Tortured and thrilled at the same time
Betrayed by a bitch and her kiss
Wait until they get
my hands (done that)
Done it on a free flow
Done it on the landing (done that)
Done it on my Jack Jones
Done it with the mandem (done that)
Done
the Guinness Book
From the shit I took from people
I reap all your fat shit, jack
Back to the criminals sect
I leave crew after crew but they can't catch me yet
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