man Jim Jones You know we been through a lot of devastation, larceny Defeat, misconceptions Man, fuck all that, I don't know what that's about but fuck
braggin', G-5 wagon when I speed in my jeep Customized, bubble eyed with DVD's in the head Rest look I hope you potty-trained 'cause the tech'll leave you
Set, Juelz Santana Jim Jones, Freekey, Killa Wherever I go (Dogg I'm in the hood screaming what's really good) Wherever I go (You already know, you
fuck with me, Juelz Santana Uh, some how I managed to creep from under the rock Linking up with Cam and linking up with the Roc now Shit I told you,
, Jim Jones voice probably with the Byrd Gang See the chrome boy? and my mother fuckin home boys But I'm from Cali not to be confused with Khaled He say
you best to be watchin meeeee Ghetto, ghetto, In a Ghetto Life [Cam'Ron talking] It's nothin man, Killa! Diplomats, Cash Money Baby, holla! Jim Jones
woof, I know foo but you don't have a clue (Fuck you!) Nigga fuck me? NO NIGGA FUCK YOU! Fuck them mothafuckas I don't duck them mothafuckas I say fuck
dirt clucker Wit' a mind the find of Al Capone But with the gift to manip like Jim Jones But muthafucka I will clown and insult ya And when you die, feed off you
of OCP and all the punks will pound them you want to hear this with a beat nigga, buy the fuckin album but for now heres a scripture, in the back of the bible you
in the rain I am so, so New Orleans like 1825 Tulane Ha, ha, ha, see you gotta be New Orleans To know what I'm talkin 'bout and if you don't, fuck you
10 million motherfuckers on my dick So what, say how, say who Fuck what, fuck me, fuck you Come clean, you know I will Drink a fifth of Jim Beam and still
'm talkin' to you as a man How the fuck is you flossin' a Benz? Listenin' to this nigga Rick Ross dissin' 'em Jim Jones dissin' Jay This rap shit done
A Wild One For Real My Grind Never Yeal Paper Chasing While You With Your Girl Watching Dr Phil And Fuck How You Feel What You Thinking And Say Get You
on your property Stone cold hustler, ain't no fucking denying me I sell drugs in varieties, you want it, I got it You see it, you like it, we count it, you
last name 'Cause that's mine, I catch you, you know what it is You faggot! I ain't gone get to hyped over you man We gon' bury you, holla! See if you
fuck ya mama See? Blow the track out, Jim's in the house now Man done shook out, gun the skin out ya What you checker? You running your lip? You get
makers, killa Let's do it, come on, Diplomats Come on!, Jim Jones where you at baby? Juelz Santana, this is music right here Once again where you at