Lyrics:
Fuck you!
It's just a little puke and some attitude
You know I had a long day
And this is my barstool
One, two
It's just another night on the Avenue
now? So he's standing there, an hour and a half goes by! I'm... no, it wasn't quite an hour now, I
lie, I kid you not though, it was about one hour
by me
yeah, for real
Skit
Figuero Jones
I just wanted to take the time to say that
after everything we've been through
you known and we've done
Jones, Capo!
Dipset! Them nigga's know I'm bout this (Byrd Gang!)
Spillin' champagne, all over Vision's Couches (Ballin!)
Like fuck it, tell Alex keep
Ye ye
Ma ye ye ooo iseeya
You gimme jones i never seen before yoyoyo
Rappnem on the beat
Na you say make i slice it 'Inside'
Say if i give you for
I come from Memphis stuck off in the trenches, im dodging the shakers jumping over fences.
I sin on the daily praying for forgiveness, do dirt by
anything can happen
(Just for talking that shit)
Now watch us go platinum
(And keep talking that shit)
By the time it sets in I be a veteran
Setting
of my niggas who flippin' the script and they gettin' it
Say no to Vicodin Ritalin
I'm tryna live longer than Aggie Jones
Don't knock on my door I ain't
(live fast)
(die young)
Livin' fast now it's all linen rags (Uh)
Hard headed but my top peelin' back
Tinted glass on my '57, nigga wit' a attitude
and jeans
(jack move jack)
Its only by the good of God
That we make it past 25 on my boulevard
(and we still here)
Hmmm and Lord knows my hood is hard
Fuck
on her
She want me to beat it top floor, we bout' to fuck it up
At first, that lil' bih was conceited, now she blowin' me up
Got this rap shit, needle
I'm from that dirty, dirty, you can tell by the slang
Switch a lane in the rain, it's a sudden thang
I'm so Texas like Austin, Mike Jones, I'm
deals so I'm a pa
Twenty G's on the chain and I'm still worth a couple blocks
It started in that temp, flippin' mids by them O-Z's
On the hill wit
the same
I learned the value of what we had, taught by pain
Caught the rain
Used it to wash my wounds
Learned the other side's grass wasn't as green, I
murdered her,
Witness the vision first hand plumping master of source of us
[Jim Jones]
By the, grace of Capo, in the moment of silence, in the mist
barbeque, fish and chips?
Tell me, now
They say Cassius barbeque will make
You smack your lips but it's hot, y'all
Doctor Smith work at his home
In his office
to do with your clothes or your letters
It'll make a whisper out of you
She took the Oldsmobile out past Condor Avenue
The fairground's lit
A drunk
finna Mike Jones em
Wonder why tho I suppose they lookin over me like I'm Jones-Drew
Oh well man it's so sad how they water down the culture
But I'm
When I get to Warwick Avenue
Meet me by the entrance of the tube
We can talk things over a little a while
Promise me you won't step out of line
[Verse
in the gutter
Got out that jam now it's foreigns with the seats peanut butter
Bitch, it's BYLUG for life, never crossin' my brothers
(Let's go)
Jones (cappo)
Besides I put money on your skull and bones
And keep it low watch what you say up on those fucking phones
Be quiet
Touchdown
And get ya
he's all over TV, down-talkin' the man
Who literally saved my life, like fuck it, I understand
This is business, and this shit just isn't none of my
he's all over TV, down-talkin' the man
Who literally saved my life, like fuck it, I understand
This is business, and this shit just isn't none of my
And trap by, Night
Eight to, Five That's my work, Life
Shout out, Jim Jones We all about, That vamp life
But thank God, That curfew's Over I could, Trap
.JPG/300px-2brothersonthe4thfloor_(cropped).JPG "2 Brothers on the 4th Floor")
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