Lyrics:
1, 2, 1, 2, yo check this out, it's the jump off right now
I want everybody, to put your work down, put your guns down
And report to the pit,
Jimmy Kimmel: My guest tonight is a
21-time Grammy award winning performer
Who last month threatened his very existence
By threatening one
this here, is official
Back in the day, I used to punch clocks, now I'm drippin' props
And countin' loot and shootin' hoops and lookin' cute
In
His ass to Red Lobster, we gon slay
If he hit it right, I might take
Him on a flight on my chopper, i slay
Drop him off at the mall, let him
Buy some
Come on!
Jim Jones where you at baby?
Juelz Santana (I feel good right now man)
This is music right here
Once again where you at
I feel like
Where I'm at right now,
I ain't got no tolerance for somethin' stupid, or hatred, or envy.
If you bringin' any one of those,
How bout, Leave me
years went by and a demo of mine hopped on the radio
So we bumped it up to a master track and we took it out on the road
And before I knew it there was
, on your wide-screen tv's
From Jones Beach to over-seas from over there
It's right back to the beats, longevity to all the great grand CC's
The world by the balls, eatin' out my palm
Every album song I was spazzin'
The fuck out on
And now I'm gettin' frowned and clowned on
But the only one who's
signed by Hov and Dame?
And ran to Jacob and made the new Jesus chains?
In Jesus' name, let the choir say
"I'm on fire, ay," that's what Richard Pryor say
and the black ones
Cherokee, Mix Breeds, over here to cross seas
If y'all don't sound off I'm leavin', sweet Jesus
Let's roc, let's roll, squad up, squad up
Dont this sound like victory
Rite here man
You understand itz slappz
And i slapp
Aint no tyme to turn down
Cause itz our tyme rite now
Its
jux, rush the doors
Here come the D's, time to make breeze and guns toss
In full force, my team'll go at your main source
My 9 Taurus hit bosses
on some Dido shit
Now I can work to take the shot and you know he don't miss
He might hit you with the right
He might take a nigga life
He might hit you
to ricochet
Ready to aim at the brain
Now what the trigger say
Tempos triflin'
Felt like a rifle
Massage 'n' melodies
Might go right through
Simultaneously
'cause I gave a s***
I carried guns and butcher knives 'cause I was steadily in the mix, yeah
It was so hard to say goodbye, I'm a man now
I'm
straight up, we can't allow them to go out like that, our music is too def
We produce hit records right and left
Daytime, night time, def beat, def rhyme
Deliverin' hot shit like Pizza Hut for them hardcore thugs
Niggaz who pimp bitches and hit the highway with them drugs
Feel my flow, mix it in witcha chronic
to juggle y'all was crumbs who didn't notice me
But now you see me in a magazine, on your TV screen
On the radio liver stereo lookin' clean
All of a sudden
party, the one with the top sure shot mix
Stop a futuristic hit dance, just party (Get loose, get loose)
Every time we get into it, makes us wheel
the sheets
Make the shit right here discrete
Putting Nikes on ya belly while we fucking on the beach
I love it when ya nut up and grab me
I feel for ya
(ohh-oh-ohh, all the above)
Uhh, uhh (ohh-oh-ohh)
[Beanie Sigel]
Yeah, Mr. Him F'Real is here
Curbside by Atlanta, got a mill' out there
Billionaires Boys
1, 2, 1, 2, yo check this out, it's the jump off right now
I want everybody, to put your work down, put your guns down
And report to the pit,
the do' I hit it just like a pro
Ice age n 50 150 we in the do'
[Chorus]
[Mike Jones]
Now put yo right hand in the air
Put the left one in yo
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