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for each other chit chat
But that dried up, wise up to the cutting edge facts
Now I'm chilling on my Jack Jones
Looking for a way back home but I can't

for each other chit chat
But that dried up, wise up to the cutting edge facts
Now I'm chilling on my Jack Jones
Looking for a way back home but I can't

get them fantasies 
Just by passing me in the street uh 
Y'all Never catch me- prospect athletes
In my bag g, you know that jansport
Came in the game

Jack Jones
Really wanna see me, when i'm on my lone
When I am with you, I get in the zone
My baby she calling up my phone (Phone yeah)

Can you tell me

unfamiliar soliloquies, similies 
similar to Reginald Denny's, facial injuries 
You couldn't locate my transient thoughts with lo-jack 
Molest your mind like

mare
Siamo pirati
corsari nati
Tutti tatuati EH OH!
Apriamo lo scrigno di David Jones
I nomi scolpiti sopra quella Stone
Siamo shiny coi diamanti al

where loyalty
Don't mean a thing
Your best friend will go and
Stab you in your backbone
Some more time, J Hus, I'm on my Jack Jone
I was on my grind, baby

missing you and how you Used to hold me tight
I'm just missing you and all the Things we used to do
And now I'm wishing you were by My side
And I know

Blam!!!

Twiztid

Cryptic Collection

2002

is dime a dozen Like your cars and train times This is the shit I'm not the ordinary prick I holla it, step back Jack Or collide with two fist Blam!

Damn Leak you tripping on this bitch, you hear me
Okay Jones
Can you turn this up?
My foot on the gas I'm in route to that pape
Say the south where

Jack of All Trades

The Stanfields

Death & Taxes

2012

I'm a Jack of all trades and a bastard son
A burnt out slave and a master of none

A cog on a wheel in a dog and pony show
But if I won

ready
Yuh (oh, shit), yuh

I'm in the land of the lost, now I'm chill, Jack Frost
Yeah, my conscience like Constantine, that hot sauce
Jack

the cops to kick the door
Yellin' all you drug addict lookin' asses
Get hands on the floor
Truck look like Mossy Oak
My bitch look like Britney Jones
Got

Yeah, Double O Devin, Ow
Jones
Skinny physique, but I'm a beast Raised in the heat, I was runnin' the streets
Draped in designer, my swag is unique

Coming up in the streets of the P
I learned early on it ain't no love for a broke nigga
So, you better be a go getter
Told to a nigga by a gold

Ayy, let me hear that ho Jeff
This the Intro Part 2
Beat By Jeff
This the 2, been overdue
Bruh, I'm ranked uno
AK with me, new money gang
Kel with

the Jones's
On you like a birthmark, feds police
Joint task force investigation puttin' your shit to cease
They're sweepin' up all of your dirt in the street

Bent

Saafir

Boxcar Sessions

1994

blend
The pleasure dome into another roam -
A walk stalked nightly by the ogre
That's rarely sober. but there's no tracin
I see the place in the flow. I'm

the stall
By a bully with no thoughts at all
I'm just a kid living a dream
Don't care, just let me be
Blacked out, conscience flowing like a stream
But I'm

Halen
New chain paralyzed by how much that shit weighing
New car finna Whip It like Devo
Wallet getting bigger six figures big hero
Lost in the sauce they

I'm known for flipping and smacking it up
Letting you know
If you let me get a hold her ain't gonna let go
Baby girl got me losing control
By

[Esoteric]
My blows landed, those they froze stranded
Most by most branded, for life I'm precise
These so-called perfectionists must have no

back
Still pretty far from done in fact
I ain’t got stress ‘cause I’m confident
That my plans work out
Like a jumping jack
My fingernails are dirty
But

Yea
They call me
Jack Jones
And I appreciate ya'll leaving a crack in the door
Let me in
Feel the highs, felt the lows
Turn up
Life is like a big bag