• Lyrics: play full screen play karaoke
• Jim Jones - Bob Dylan
• Harlem - Jim Jones
• Don't Push Me Away - Jim Jones
• Confront Ya Baby - Jim Jones
• Certified Gangstas - Jim Jones
• Crunk Muzik - Jim Jones
• Certified Gangsta - Jim Jones
• Bright Lights Big City - Jim Jones
• Bend n Stretch - Jim Jones
• What You Been Drankin On? - Jim Jones
• We Just Ballin - Jim Jones
• So Harlem - Jim Jones
• Summer Wit' Miami - Jim Jones
• Twin Towers - Jim Jones
• Talking to the World - Jim Jones
• Spanish Fly - Jim Jones
• Shotgun Fire - Jim Jones
• On My Way to Church (Dr. Ben Intro) - Jim Jones
• Lovely Daze/Memory Lane - Jim Jones
• Jimmy - Jim Jones
• Jamaican Joint - Jim Jones
• Pin The Tail - Jim Jones
• Penitentiary Chances - Jim Jones
• My Diary - Jim Jones
• Only One Way Up - Jim Jones
• Livin Life As a Rider - Jim Jones
• Let's Ride - Jim Jones
• Ride Wit Me - Jim Jones
• This Is For My Bitches - Jim Jones
• Rain - Jim Jones
• Precious - Jim Jones
• Pop Champagne - Jim Jones
• Na Na Nana Na Na - Jim Jones
• My, My, My - Jim Jones
• Frienemies - Jim Jones
• Weatherman - Jim Jones
• Reppin' Time - Jim Jones
• Get It Poppin' - Jim Jones
• Fucks With You - Jim Jones
• Emotionless - Jim Jones
• Don't Forget About Me - Jim Jones
• Concrete Jungle - Jim Jones
• When Thugs Die - Jim Jones
• Take a Bow - Jim Jones
• Perfect Day - Jim Jones
• Intro - Jim Jones
• Heart Attack - Jim Jones
• Everybody Jones - Jim Jones
• End of the Road - Jim Jones
• Confront Ya Babe - Jim Jones
• Changing The Locks - Jim Jones
• Baggage Claim - Jim Jones
• We Fly High (Remix) - Jim Jones
• Honey Dip - Jim Jones
• Voicemail Skit - Jim Jones
• Tupac Joint - Jim Jones
• This Is Jim Jones - Jim Jones
• The Crash - Jim Jones
• So Cold - Jim Jones
• Red Rum - Jim Jones
• Pour Wax - Jim Jones
• Lovely Daze / Memory Lane - Jim Jones
• Lovely Daze - Jim Jones
• Love Of My Life - Jim Jones
• I'm in Love with a Thug - Jim Jones
• Going In For The Kill - Jim Jones
• G's Up - Jim Jones
• Forgive - Jim Jones
• Bye Bye (ft. Kingpen Slim) - Jim Jones
• Baby Girl - Jim Jones
• 848 - Jim Jones
• We Fly High - Jim Jones
• Jim Jones - Dirt Poor Robins

Come and listen for a moment, lads
And hear me tell my tale
How across the sea from England
I was condemned to sail
Now the jury found me guilty
Then says the judge, says he
"Oh, for life, Jim Jones, I'm sending you
Across the stormy sea
But take a tip before you ship
To join the iron gang
Don't get too gay in Botany Bay
Or else you'll surely hang
Or else you'll surely hang", says he
"And after that Jim Jones
It's high above on the gallows tree
The crows will pick your bones".
And our ship was high upon the sea
When pirates came along
But the soldiers on our convict ship
Were full five hundred strong
For they opened fire and somehow drove
That pirate ship away
But I'd rather have joined that pirate ship
Than gone to Botany Bay
With the storms ragin' round us
And the winds a-blowin' gale
I'd rather have drowned in misery
Than gone to New South Wales
There's no time for mischief there they say
Remember that, says they
Or they'll flog the poaching out of you
Down there in Botany Bay.
Now it's day and night and the irons clang
And like poor galley slaves
We toil and toil, and when we die
Must fill dishonored graves
And it's by and by I'll slip my chains
Well, into the bush I'll go
And I'll join the bravest rankers there
Jack Donohue and co
And some dark night, when everything
Is silent in the town
I'll shoot those tyrants one and all
I'll gun the floggers down
Oh, I'll give the land a little shock
Remember what I say
They'll yet regret they've sent Jim Jones

7th Lennox and what about the east side
El Barrio we blowin' smoke while we G ride
Washington Heights dime lo tato you know
Todo bien tato capo uh oh
Shot out to Taft where them killas is made
We was out on the Ave. young dealin' that gay
Tryin' to get cash pumpin' crills to get payed
Alcohol in my glass blunt filled up with haze
We congregated infront them grocery stores
Sellin' crack held gats and conversate while we smoked the raw
And sit on crates like they lay-z boys
The strip we wait like the 80's boy
And whip up 8th in the latest toy
Like it's the only thing to do
You know the house parties you had to bring your crew
And you know we stay fly Pelle leather with the boots
And niggaz shake the dice and call you bet out 'fore you shoot
You lookin' scared money fall better to the deuce
We would set up on the stoop
Gettin' wet up on the stoop
And watch the dust fiends gettin' wet up off the juice
Tryin' to get up off that loot
So we could get up on the coupes
I wish Harlem Lee was still around
You know the jam packed traffic buggin out infront of Willie's Lounge
I been doing this since Nucleus was open
Coppin' they black well who knew what we was smokin'
Took a few pulls had you movin' slow motion
Walkin' pass the Carter now it's pokie still smokin'
And I could still picture the sports bar
Niggaz think they hot shit whippin' up in the sports car
State bulding jams
Remember Farraqan had that fake million man
Copped the fly jackets from Carlos at the mall
Or be in King Domes poppin' bottles in the park
Don't play on 40th cause they'll rob you after dark
Wolf pack gang don't jog central park
F.T.W fuck the world
Drinkin 40's got us fucked up till we earl
In this hustlers world
Somebody tell Cuda let me in this cherry lounge
This ain't Queens homie you surrounded by deadly grounds
And I was downtown just watchin' the caine flip
Heard a nigga from the west side was fuckin' my same bitch
But them bitches didn't care
Just tryin to get some cash buy some sneakers fix they hair
Ride up Lennox Ave. you smell the reffer in the air
3rd Ave. viva Puerto Rico the boricua fair
African parade every year the whole block is there
You want raw yay Broadway you go cop it there
Shit, and we can cruise autobahn
Go buy the rawest chron
Or around the clock baby even 4 in the morn'
The summer time we still illin' on them, God They clear the whole 7th
poppin' wheelies on them squads
Terror Squad still got the hottest team in the Rucker

Now don't push me away, cuz when the first time I met you girl you shook me in ways
You know the life of a nigga's cookin' up yay,
And because you knew the pitfalls and the tumbles of the game
You've seen the spotlight watch niggas fallin' to the fame
And all the time you tried to tell me to stay hungry and maintain
When I was like lets go half on a baby, and if not then lets go half on a 'cedes
Drop top coup while we pumpin' sweet sadie
Flyin' up Lennox, doin' us, pushin' 80
The late nights, the road trips got you pissed
The road trips, the late nights got us rich
The clothes that we wear, the place that we piss
Run and get shot, we ain't what we sit
So if I don't get a chance to tell you
Now too often girl your hand so helpful
In this cold world girl every man needs help too
So baby Im'a ride and no plans to fail you
Please, baby don't push me away
I want you (I want your love beside me baby)
(Please) Please, baby don't push me away
Cuz I need you (Cuz I need you)
I had enough of the shucking and jiving, duckin' and hidin'
I'm tryin' to get to conversation and ridin' (Well)
Cuz I'm feelin' your essence your presence is just enough to let me know that its destined
And since the day that I found you, there's something about you that makes me want to lose it and pounce
But it's not just your body, it's your mind, your spirit, everything combined
And while I got a chance, take my hand and let me show you something real, that love you can feel (Yeah)
Please, baby don't push me away
I want you (I want your love beside me baby)
(Please) Please, baby don't push me away
Cuz I need you (Cuz I need you)
Uh, now two years done passed, few cheers, few laughs
Coppin' Vs, shoppin' sprees gears in the bags
And who cares who's near, cuz most of the bitches would just say you was there for the cash
And I ain't scared of your past, I prepare for the future
The one thing I ask is just don't tear a nigga coup up
You brang the bail when I was caged up
And back and forth the court to the lawyer now we case shut
You found the numbers in my phone, you was my face but
You know what they say the break ups to make ups
And I admit I'm getting better with the flirtin',
You know you dead sexy when you yellin' and you cursin'
You such a hell of a person so when I get home I'm gonnna tell you in person
Face to face, Im'a run base to base,
And then Im'a slide home safe till I make yo body shake
You tell me every night that life comes with a twist
That I'm in the spotlight and I'm runnin' the risk
Hey you always say love don't come with a kiss
Its hard soakin' up game when its comin' from a bitch
But where's my manners, never take you for granted
Never take you advantage, most people don't understand it
Is you happy? Look inside humor,
When you and I together what the fuck they gonna do wit us
Say ya prayer cuz we destined for glory,
And when the credits roll its Harlem's West Side Story
My vision of the lovin' is close,
That's how I want us to be when we doin our thing (Well)
Kissin' ya, lickin' ya, touchin' ya, rubbin' ya, tell me how you want me to bring it
Because I know he got limits but baby I don't, and my feelins they won't
Let you get away from me, come stay with me
Baby, Baby, Pleeaaaassseee
Baby don't push me away (When the sunshine)
When the sunshine turn to rain, baby I can take away your pain
(I can take away your pain)
Just call me up when you need some time, I'll take you out, break you off like
Daddy come on
You don't have to settle for less and baby I can give you what you want
(I can give you what you want)
Just call me up when you need some time, and you can get it from me just like
Daddy come on

(feat. Cardan, Max B)
[Max B]
I gotta see how that thing sound but I got it
I'ma come right in wit it Dipset, uh
[Chorus: repeat 2x]
If theres a need to confront ya babe
I'll let the nina come punch ya babe (DIPSET!!)
Fur beavers big blunts and things
Byrd Gang Byrd Gang (OW!)
[Verse 1: Max B]
Nigga I'll leave you bleedin on ya door slot
Max B look like Derek Jeter on the short stop (uh)
I'll put the heater to ya soft spot
Waive the nina and make ya adiddas do the short stop (uh)
You don't want it wit me b
Dickie under the snorkel heat and the mean v
Bend ya main bitches over give'em the wee wee
Big gun up close in ya face 3-D (uh)
I'll put the thing near ya ear Let it bang near ya ear
Fivic grand crew haters linger in the air
Clothes fit right like the finger in ya beer
Last week hit anger in the rear
Jim came threw he gave me the chain and couple of 'guettes in my ear
Now the bird swingin off the thermo
Tre pound tucked bitch I don't give a fuck bitch
[Chorus]
[Verse 2: Jim Jones]
Shit I treats this game like it's 88
Nauti' sweats no socks hopped out the range wit the paper plates
Hopped on the plane wit the bathing apes
Hopped off the plane ta see the hatian face so pound nigga (sa pa say!)
We gangsta rappin gettin dough from this violence (east side!)
I'm talkin G4's blowin haze smoke from the piolet (purple!)
I chartered that flight cause it was lookin kinda rainy
Now i'm known ta bring the goons out like that nigga John Chaney (Goonies!)
Or catch me up on the hill in the whip doing 80 (Dimelo!)
Till the police pulled me over and the whip smelled all hazy
What you know about that cash get you thrown up in the trash
I'll put a gun up in ya mouth and have you blow it out yo ass
Blunt up in my mouth blowin out the grass
show you how to stunt, pockets loaded wit the cash
show you how to dump semi loaded ready ta blast
I'll roll up on you chumps I got this whole shit in a smash
[Chorus]
[Verse 3: Cardan]
Yo Now when I'm crusin threw harlem I get my bunky charn on
Gotta dunny dunk broad wit a dunky dunk car
I get all that chronic straight from them honky tonk guys
You junior muthafuckas I'm donkey don kong
I just left Jacob and he got me chunky on arm
now I'm on my way to go smoke a dunky don bong
I brought DA BAND out and I ain't talkin puffy sean combs
Dem drums turn into guns goin brrrrump ba bump bump
Now ya mind out ya body
You wonder I got nine in the party I was high in it prolly
Doggy, I put the kam in the kazi you need it pa
Holla I might go guide you, poppy its the guy
Call me cardan tho
been passed dem, bust, if, aint
We ain't wit the village fags nah we on lennox ave
you mad, go get ya dad you fag, you fit for drag
and that nina'll bump you, or if it's a need I confront you fucker
[Chorus - 2X]

Jim Jones swervin, i got that purple and blue
tight grip on the escalade pole
yeah harlem just like compton, thats just how i roll
red bandana wrapped around the chrome 44
gun smokin like suge's cigar, show me how you stunt
get thrown out of a moving car
if that thang come come out, its murder she wrote
if doc come out its 30 impalas on a boat
nigga, we do this everyday,llamas under the thermal,
waitin by your stairs like Mary J
Beat niggas ride dirty like Jazzy Pha,cash is clay,
knockin niggas out on the other day,
bring the mac your way,me and santana
blowin in the crowd like danny hathoway
West side blood gang,niggas know what im about
and they know im ruff rydin so they knock them selfs out
Jim Jones-Chorus
Since i made a gang of bucks,no i aint been hangin much
Still slide through,fly coupes and the change is plush
Keep the banga tucked, in case i gotta bang a ****
cuz we certified gangstas
All day we hangin smut dog, wit a gang of ducks,
hundred grand on our hand, cam got the ranger truck
kill wit the deal, still got caine to cut
cuz we certified gangstas
Jim Jones-
You know i keep my eyes wide,east side high rise
its west side lowriders, vest wit the 4 5s
Yes i fo sho fire, dip low rida, see police slow the ride,
c squad me nigga, cuz they think the rides stolen
keep yo head up adn yo eyes open, low to let him,
while the ride rollin, creep up on a mok like,
what you say fucka? well **** him,well if he live smoke him
we dont appeal to the law, you know we ride this muthafucka
till the wheels ll fall off
and the first bastard get fly,you know blat blat blat
was my reply, 89 wolfpack and be wilin,p89 pull gats cuz we violent,****, yea, we put coke on the strip dont quote
me boy i aint said ****
Jim Jones - Chorus
Since i made a gang of bucks,
no i aint been hangin much
Still slide through,fly coupes
and the change is plush
Keep the banga tucked, in case i gotta bang a ****
cuz we certified gangstas
All day we hangin smut dog, wit a gang of ducks,
hundred grand on our hand,
cam got the ranger truck
kill wit the deal, still got caine to cut
cuz we certified gangstas
Cam'ron
Look at the ranges on glocks,raise our oxs
i lay on the dock, pump the bass on the pac
put the h on our block, in front of h on our block
see the face on my watch, put yo face on my cock
i keep the luger hug,show you how to use the snub
whoopty who, **** around itl be you i plug,
i dont do the drugs, baby i move the drugs
right on the computer love, sounds like computer love,
duck the cop cappas, and the top hatas, fock flavas,
harlem world we got gatas, not dead i said they alive, lions,
tigers bears, oh my
this is straight zoo, a to z, may to april,
bring the apes through, ****
around youll be ape food, bake food, nine bitches eight dudes,
diamond visions, great cubes, get it straight fool
Jim Jones-Chorus
Since i made a gang of bucks,
no i aint been hangin much
Still slide through,fly coupes and the change is plush
Keep the banga tucked, in case i gotta bang a ****
cuz we certified gangstas
All day we hangin smut dog, wit a gang of ducks,
hundred grand on our hand, cam got the ranger truck
kill wit the deal, still got caine to cut
cuz we certified gangstas

YEAH! AY! Dip-Set bitch! Come on...
Black-out, lets do it...
Dip, dip-set!
Dip, dip, dip, dip-s
Dip, dip, dip, dip-s
Dip, dip, dip, dip
Now this here is that bomb diggy (diggy)
Diggy dang, the dons with me
Killa, he'll a nigga you thinkin' bout harming me
Capo's corrupted (yop), he's wrong vato to fuck wit (yop)
Labeled and known as a young Pac to the public
And me, Human Crack in the flesh (flesh)
I'm the last of the best (best)
One word to describe me (what!), spectacular, YES!
So stay calm shorty, when you see that palmed .40 (.40?)
I'll pop it slow, you'll rock and roll, like Bon Jovi
So don't fool with the click (AY!)
Don't fool with the Dips (AY!)
You will die, you will lie in a pool full of shit (AY!)
When that gun with the clip in (what)
Start dumpin' and rippin' (yop)
At ya'll head, ya'll some dead summamabitches (AY!)
You give a chick hard dick and bubblegum (AY!)
I give a chick a hard brick and bubble-yum (AY!)
Like here, take that, shake that, break that (ay!)
In half and please bring my cake back
(You kow what the movements like)
(You know how movin', right)
(Move, cause we in the mood to fight)
{This is that get crunk move bitch}
{Get drunk stupid}
{High like space, .45 on waist}
This is that bang, bang, bang
To my hooligan, gang
While you movin' them thangs
And ya toolies go bang (silence)
Call me Richochet Rabbit
Cause I click and spray matics
And my niggas straight savage (Gonnies!)
Penelope pump let off six whole rounds (boom!)
'Fore (boom!) one (boom!) shell (boom!) hit (boom!) the (boom!) ground
In the hood he known as a Capo
To the goons and the heights its all tato (TATO!)
Ok I know me some vato
Live the life movin' on patos (demelo)
Ok muchacho, they told me that you got it paco (meda)
I know one movin' someone usually know gone pop you (te matan)
This that 9 double 1, with a 9 double m
If its crime lets have fun, lets have fun, lets have fun
This that o trizzy 1, triple o, whoa, whoa
If you scared get ya gun (get ya gun, get ya gun)
This that uptop crunk
When the truck stop, dump
This where the bucks stop chump (dump, dump, dump)
(You know what the movemets like)
(You know how me movin', right)
(Move, cause we in the mood to fight)
{This is that get crunk move bitch}
{Get drunk stupid (Killa)}
{High like (Dip-Set) space, .45 on waist}
That rooti, tooti, fruity, Louie, what I usually do (what's this?)
This that jump, stop, breathe, whoody-who
Gats in the truck
Platt, platt, pass to a duck
I'm the menace, owe me money, tat, tat, tat, what the fuck (You owe me
money muthafucka!?)
Ya'll reppin' that 5 still
I'm reppin' that 5 mill
Neverland, Thriller, Killa Cam, Jackson 5 bill (so what!)
Lets style a bit, Italian shit, 5 thou on fish
Show you how to get that powder shit
Filed the fifth, get out of it
I'm proud of it, its yo' turn, Jim so burned
Live bitch, why kiss, on my wrist a glowworm ($50,000)
And I keep heat, cause in these streets (what you hear?)
Just hear woop, woop, whant, whant, beep, beep (that's the cops)
And you rumble, never, me, hit a humble diva (a few of 'em)
And I stay with the white, I got Jungle Fever (nose candy)
So tell Lucccaay (what)
That her boobi's, loco, cookie monster, who he (who am I?)
I'm the 1 the rep the set
Left to left, death to death
You be yellow-taped, outlined, etch-a-sketched...
Killa
(You kow what the movements like)
(You know how movin', right)
(Move, cause we in the mood to fight)
{This is that get crunk move bitch}
{Get drunk stupid}

You know I keep my eyes wide
East side high risers
West side low riders
vest with the four-fire
Yes I fo sho fire
D-I-P low rider
See police, slow the ride
See scwalay , nigga
'Cause they be thinking that the ride stolen
Keep your head up and your eyes open
Load the lead up while the ride rollin
Creep up on a motha like what you say fucka
Well fuck him and if he live smoke him
We don't appeal to the law
You know we ride this motherfucker till them wheels fall off
And the first bastard get fly
You know blad, blad, blad, was my reply
89 wolf pack and we wylin
P-89 pull gats 'cause we violent, shit, yea
We put coke on the strip
Don't quote me boy 'cause I ain't said shit
Since I made a gang of bucks
Nah I ain't been hanging much
Still slide through fly coupes, and the chains is plush
Keep the banger tucked 'case I had to bang a fuck
'Cause we Certified Gangstas
All day we hanging smut, dog with a gang of ducks
Hundred grand on the hand, Game got the range of trucks
Kill wit the deal, still got cane to cut
'Cause we Certified Gangstas
We still in ages of glocks
Razors or octs
'Cause I lay in the drop
Pump the base on the pocket
Move the H on our block, in front of H&R; Block
See the face on our watch, put your face on our cock
I keep the looga hug
Show you how to use the snub
Whoop-te-woo, fuck around be you I plug
I don't do the drugs, baby I move the drugs
Right on the computer love, it sound like computer love
Duck the cop-cappers
And them top-hatters
Fock flavors, harlem world we got gators
Not dead I said they alive
Lions, Tigers, Bears, oh my
It's a straight zoo
A to Z, May to April
Bring the Apes through
Fuck around you be ape food, baked food
9 bitches 8 dudes
Diamond visions, great cubes
Get it straight fool
You know I ride through Lennox
All eyes on my pendant
But I'm moving like oh dog was ridding a menace
With that automatic weapon, blowing live through my tennant
While I'm breezin' through the jects, blowing live on the tennants
I'm pouring liquor for the dead and gone
And we retaly same night, load the blinkers with the leaders on
We come to get you till the dead and morn
(Knock, Knock wake up mothafucker, you know who it is)
Killa and Jones coppin one dawn
Big birds, the rocks and our charms
He got the bird, the glocks in my palm
I got the word from King Joffrey the bomb
My nigga zeekey surely a hard rock
How he survived them 40-sum-odd shots
As we ride he screamed out eastside

Yea, Turn it up in the head phones
Ya Know....like that shit sound like rock music
You know what im talkin bout (Uh Uh)
Yea, My man Bruno just stepped in You know how we living it up
We all gettin money (ha) thats what he like to say
Fuck It....Its My Life Nigga
This is a dream of a hustler (like a nightmare!)
I had the butter and the fiends was in love with us (that Fishscale!)
We copped the gutta, not a team that could fuck with us! (Dipset!)
And word to mother keep the thing in every truck with us
Now I was fronting like Rich was, and some of my bit-ches
Was going so hard, got some of us sick thugs (SNAGZ!)
And minor setbacks got some of us tripped up but
The guns we done gripped up so we coming to get ya!
And fuck the local authorities (fuck em!)
and hope the big boys don't pick up my case (pray for me)
Cause for these big toys and these chips, we get chased! (balling!)
Playing ball just like the Orioles to get to 1st base (Ya Hear Me!!!)
But the....goons on 2nd, bust on 3rd (WATCH IT!)
You know they....move with the weapons, get bucks off birds (iT'S CRAZY OUT HERE!)
It's like I'm playing Chicken with my life
Tryna get this paper moving pitches for a price
WE COME TO RIDE OUT WITH THEM NIGGAS BABY WE GETTING FIGURES
IT'S BYRD GANG......WE DOING IT BIIIIIG
BUT WE TOWERED UP, GET THE REMY I'LL GET A CUP.....YOU SLIPPIN GOOD, CAN I GET A SQUEEEEEZE
I DON'T THINK YOU WANT IT WITH THEM NIGGAS
CAUSE THEM HAMMERS THEY WONT HESISTATE TO SQUEEZE
WE ON THE ROAD, TRAVEL CROSS THE GLOBE.....ALL MY HOMIES UP WITH THIS GETTING CHEEEEEESE
Look....the nightmares of a trap star (SCAAARY!)
With white tees, Nike air's and my fast car (FLOSSIN!)
D.A tryna wrap me in the charge (Uptown)
But I just bought some V's and a pack in my garage (Ballinnn!)
Now....me rapping what's the odds? (whats the odds?)
We the last crew standing....DIPLOMATS NOW IN CHARGE! (Byrd Gang)
Now.....$300 for the light show (WOOOWWW!)
Another hundred on the hand to watch the ice glow (DAMN!)
Another 10 grand to watch the dice roll
Trying to let you motherfuckers see this how my life go (THIS IS REAL SHIT!)
The bright lights and this big city (WOWWW)
I'ma live the nightlife until the pigs get me (Come n get meee!!)
Range Rove'ing, Big Truck Series (YEAHH)
The chain frozen, big chunk jewelry (STUNTIN)
White girls say he's all semi cool (What else?)
But you don't want to cost him cause he got a short fuse
We live life on reality (TRUE SHIT)
And we flip white for a salary (GETTIN MONEY)
You might catch us at the light in the lavish V (BALLINNN)
But watch them "Blue & Whites" try and grab a G (SQUALLYYY)
Making some chips so the hate's getting thick (I FEEL IT!)
Watch the world through my tint, smoking haze in the whip (THAT PURRRRPLEEE!)
Contemplate, maybe take a little trip (Vactionnn!)
Ocean Drive heavy glean in my necklace (WOWW)
Call up cabs, rushing drinks out of "Wet Willies" (DAMMNN)
"Eu Seuy O Balling" but y'all foolish
Getting locked up for crimes and ya lawyer's ain't Jewish! (STUUUUUUUUUPID!)
That's why I keep the Turnie's on the tainer (thats right)
Cause everytime I turn I'm getting chained up (gettin chained up...THATS THE PROBLEM)
They say what they want to search, tryna tame us (FUCK EM)
I think they mad we from the turf and we dangerous

Blackout Music
Bend, Eastside could you stretch then bend
Westside could you stretch then bend
Southside could you stretch then bend
Midwest could you stretch then bend
N.Y.C. could you stretch then bend
M-I-A could you stretch then bend
A-T-L won't you stretch then bend
St. Louis won't you stretch then bend
I guess you hear that I'm a live wire (say what)
Loose nigga and a 5 rider
Run with the city's biggest drug dealers (DipSet)
For you sissy rap fuck niggaz (fuck 'em)
Yeah we pistol packin, bust niggaz (bang bang)
Never worry 'bout the spotlight (nuh-uh)
This star nigga keep the glock tight (that's right)
That's for the jackers at the spotlight (watch 'em)
To live and die in the streets of New York
We gettin by, pumpin diesel and snort
I'm gettin high in the seats of my Porsche
Federales love to see me in court
And tell the Lord I hope you keep me in thought (pray for me)
But I'm a G, who gives a fuck what you think
And fuck the D's, roll my weed and fill my cup full of drink
You got some beef, then we gotta do it
You got some ki's, show you how to move it (uh-huh)
And four birds'll get a extra pigeon (what else)
And that's a bird with an extra clip in
We on the curb where my niggaz dealin
That's how my niggaz livin
So now we ballin in the major leagues
Yellow bottles and some hazy weed (Cristal)
Got some models with that Maybeline (so pretty)
Fancy rides, pushin major speeds (Westside)
Westside when we race the Beems (Eastside)
Break laws 'til the day I leave (no doubt)
Hardcore and a brazy G (Eastside)
Yo pull the bar when we makin cheese (Harlem)
"Harlem World," so "Double Up" (oh)
And all my girls still love a thug
A heartthrob and a wild rebel
I park cars through the foul ghetto (so what)
A rolling stone but I hold my own (then what)
These golden stones have you niggaz on press
I hold the chrome so you niggaz don't step (watch it)
You better party, do your bend and your stretch
And it's a promise, I ain't sendin no threats (I promise you)
Sheeit, DipSet, the new mob niggaz
No need to ask cause you know we on our job nigga
To all my bitches wearin thick incense (hey girl)
You know it tickles when you kiss my neck (stop that)
Them icicles on my wrist and neck (blingin)
Your wife wit you well don't disrespect (sup nigga)
Could be an issue, keep yo' bitch in check (fuck that bitch)
My thug aura make a bitch loose (uh-uh)
It ain't a party 'til the Dips do it (bird game)
Smokin reefer, screamin Eastside (purple)
Loaded heaters, that's how we ride (we ride)
All the time was my reply, I'm from the G-side (G-side)
Checkin for hotties that's sexy in {?}
Seven jeans and Giuseppes and Noti's, we ask at the party
You tryin to slide let me know somethin
Hop in the ride we can blow somethin (that purple)
Baby no lie I give you no stuntin (no frontin)
Duckin pictures from the paparazzi (watch the cameras)
Tuck your fifth up in my Maseratti (we loaded)
Shit, I park the whip in front of the project lobby

Dipset motherfuckas
Jha Jha, Jim Jones, Paul Wall....they call me Diddy
Yall motherfuckas must have lost yall mind
AHHH!!!!
What u been drankin on
What u been sippin on
What got u bumpin in the funk wit all that gator on
Cuz u aint drunk hoe
U aint drunk hoe
U aint ridin u aint live u aint drunk hoe
I was up in the club vibin, sippin on sizzurp vibin
Gettin a lil flow fo' my man wanna just slow to the jamz these girls wanna start wylin
They gots to start trippin, they got the crowd listenin,
U know the type wanna get into a fight when it's light them chiks just need attention
They playin "Get from Round", im sayin get from round me
If u spill that drink on my brand new mink imma split every bitch that's round me
We can buck if u want to
Im the type that'll give u what u want boo
Yall chicks cant stand me
I bet a bunch of Gees, just wait til' I bust to the roof
Cuz u aint drunk nigga
U aint drunk nigga
Til' that sizzurp and henny is in yo cup nigga
What u been sippin on?
What u been hittin on?
U see them chicks in Bakinies we spillin Chrisses on
(Call me Diddy) Lets ride that out
Stop that talk outside your mouth
I'll put guys outside your house
We the hottest in the south
Badboy, Dipset
Baby girl, get ya lips wet
Maybach like that shoffa
Money aint to far from Oprah's
U should've seen what I paid my shoffer
It's e-nuff to buy u a roster
This toaster, supposed to, take u on a rollercoaster
U aint poppin like Diddy baby, Im rockin wit Diddy baby
The Drops is terrific kid, the watches cost 80 mothafucka...
What U been drinkin on
Who U been smokin with
What got U actin all silly doin stupid shit
Cuz U aint drunk nigga
U little fuck nigga
U aint bad, U's a fagg, U aint tough nigga
Yall Know the deal,
Long john shirt don't show the steel
Ski mask when we gone to kill
We blast and U know we will
We dont mash just olds-mobiles
Ride to ya block slow as hell
Look for U fucks than unload the shells,
A nigga get caught than please post bell
G's up to my homies in jail
Know how it be that lonley S.L.
Full of turf that smokey S.L.
U cookin it than u goin to hell
Im witta bitch in the front seat holdin the steal
Doc, Im so foreal
Move the candy ring to get the candycane,
For them pretty Range Rova wheels
What U been sippin on?
Whats in that white cup?
It's that memphissing, co-dean, not purple tub!
Cuz U aint leanin bitch
U aint co-deanin bitch
That cup and money, U aint high, U aint sleepy bitch
Cock the 4, hold the duce
Mix the sprite made a juice
Prepare to lean off that co-dean
Prescription call it syrup gettin ya loose
White cup that's full of that oil
Texas T we call it drank
Sittin sidewayz on them 4's lavish drippin wet candy paint
Who's the man, who's the G
Houston southside 7 1 3
Im on the block that we call south-lee
Sippin oil with the thugs and G's
Paul Wall what U know about me
Im on the grind and Im slangin leash
When I mix the sprite wit this sizzurp I'll show U how to make a sprite remix
Dipset, BadBoy, Jim Jones, Jah Jah, Paul Wall...
They call me diddy!...Harlem ''stand up''
Dirty South ''stand up'', ''Midwest stand up''

[Hype-D Verse 1]
Hey yo we just ballin im here forever i aint fallin
bitch you aint ballin all u is doin is fallin so
when i lock n load make sure u duck cuz when i bust
bet ya millon dollas the heat rise , then yo gang die
so dont fight me tonight , me and jim got it , we just ballin
is it to much or you nigga u fallin , so roll up before u get bowled up
or we have to get ya whole gang bucked up so like i said shut the fuck up
and stop bitchin and o ya STOP SNITCHIN
[Jim Jones Talking]
man we just ballin u gonna let a 14 yr old do that 2 ya man yall
is suckin out there snitchin and gettin shoot thats not how i roll
yo hype tell em
[Hype-D last verese]
Hey girl lemme show ya where tha crib at , lemme hurt that
so , lemme murk that till ya got a hurt back show ya where tha
crib at and we can get it ooooon.call up ya phone , hit up ya cell
what tha hell lets just ball and let tha snitches fall

Free bail posters, tail lights on the roadster (Ferraris)
Live life vulgar, the FBI posters (fuck the feds)
The fast cars pack guns no holsters (fully loaded)
We act dumb don't approach us (watch yourself)
We hit the spot & stand on club sofas (ballin)
So get the club owners (where he at)
Cause we the boss type knicks game court side
Big chain sporty ride
G4 the lord of skies (flyin)
And courts in session so you all could rise (stand up)
Then pay homage to the board that lies
So many niggaz on my corner died
A marijuana how I mourn you guys (I mourn you)
And nevermind that
My cash better find that (bring my cash)
We do the mask work
Kick doors cash search (I know you here me)
Now where the paper at, man where the yayo at (it get ugly)
You make me wait the gat where your baby layin at (fuck your kid)
Cause it's a cold world, (Yup) after world
Emblem on the car it's no horn on the Capricorn
Everybody talkin bout this byrd gang money & this shit is gettin funny to meeee
Jump nigga think you a frog and I'ma hit you with one in your knee
We switch up the cars, we switch up the broads
Got the bitches sayin oh my darling
We fucks with the stars, it's us against y'all
Bucks at the bar we oh so Harlem
A desperado, (Jones) rich like I struck the lotto (ballin)
Trained to fight like Cus D'Amato
I paint the night in them custom models (galotti's)
Racin in the street duckin potholes (speedin)
Who gives a fuck is the motto (fuck em)
The new sneakers, blackberry's new beepers (text mail)
And no tops on the 2 seaters (no tops)
It's summertime give me Coupe fever (I'm hot)
It's four inches for my shoe divas (Chris)
You gon get it cause my crew G'd up
We take chances, (yup) flip label advances (get it)
3 day stays at atlantis (ballin)
Make way for the gangsters (byrd gang)
A 1000 deaths to the cowards (fuck em)
You let him die no flowers (fuck 'em twice)
I use to drive 4 hours, (right)
Switch with my man had a supply worth of powder (I gotta get it)
You chumps want the power
But when it rain man you can't duck the showers (Nope)
It's Byrd gang and you don't wanna fuck with ours (let's do it)
I got no manners, (kiss ass) ignorant with choppy grammar (ebonics)
Where we livin at the cops can't stand us (fuck squally)
And belligerent & packin hammers (loaded)
And my constituents a act bananas (monkey business)
Cause they get hungry from gorilla talk (you here me)
I'm talkin beef not a bit of pork (no pork)
If you a soldier go get your boss (where he at)
We need to sit & talk (2:12 with him) before it go further
Mo money mo murder ??
And we will pop at you
And whoever you got with you (blatttt)
My muslim niggaz too hard (hustle hard)
Cop jewels new cars (stafalah)
Take guns to jumar
Tryna avoid a new charge (lotti)??
Now I salaam to that & drop a bomb to that (stafalah)
It's war in these streets no sleep we insomniacs (no sleep nigga)
You out your weight class, we'll eat you like Drake fast (eat you up)
The credits all good motherfucker but I'm straight cash (Ballin)
And I'm oh so Harlem

See rap music is subliminal
But the music for us is like our own diary
Something like a confession
They tell me 'life is a bitch'
She's something like the seasons, just like mother nature
She comes and goes as she please
That's why they get their period once a month
I say that to say this
If you think that bitch
Summer is yours
She could be cheating on you
Ya heard
Got me feeling like opium
I'm tryna dance with the loaded M
Open a bottle and it goes around
I'm leaving drunk by 4 am
And watch me jump in a dolce benz
Top down with the pokey rims
And now i'm swerving so you know i'm bent
I lost count so who knows what I spent
I recall nine {?}
Bitches stepping on my nice sneakers with
One hand in the sky and the other hand was on her
Thigh
I was grinding to the beat with my hammer on my side
Now the g's only as we speed to the rolex
And three or four g's is what we sneeze on the rolex
Playing some cards it's about 6 am
You think the is over but if just begin
They say clubs pacing like bad boys 2
You can see the snow bunnies doing what bad girls do
That's esctasy weed that had girl to
Scoop the bitch that had ki's selling fast off blue
Now i'm speeding to the telly got the porshe behind
Trying to get in her belly the only thought on my mind
Like damn; not trying to be pushy or nothing but
Since the strip joint girl I should have been fucking
Spending the summer with the top dropped low
Throwing my hundreds at the top notch hoes
Smoking on the top notch dro...
That's a summer with Miami
Bottle in the air
I'm living without a care
Shorty beside me
The wind blowing threw her hair
That's a summer with Miami
I can't keep it low anymore
I'll be with my girl when it starts snow and get bored
When you love three women
It's hard to keep up with the lies
You see spring my first love I started creeping with
July
Used to say I had some shows
Catch a plane to M-I then
I started tricking dough and bought a range for july
But i said I'm love sick over this hot ass hoochie and
First seen her when I told NAS I'd Slap off his Koofi
We don't play disrespect but that was the day we met
Summer jam o-2 I hit the stage with my set but her man
Was from brooklyn she still slipped me the number
She said he's on vacation she get with me this summer
Then i been flirting over the past two years now she
Hates seeing me in the winter
Ain't gonna last through the years
Now i'm looking at winter like life's an adventure
And then when june comes i'll be gone till september
Now would you hate me for that
I know your heart's cold could you wait till i'm back
I'm just a sucker for love
But a nigga hold me down if you wanna fuck with a thug
Spending the summer with the top dropped low
Throwing my hundreds at the top notch hoes
Smoking on the top notch dro
That's a summer wit Miami
Bottle in the air
I'm living without a care
Shorty beside me
The wind blowing threw her hair

Turn my vocals up.....turn my vocals up, turn'em, turn'em up, a little more
Turn'em up a little more, turn'em up a little, yeah there we go yeah, uh yeah
Born in the poverty probably we never get off the monopoly, won't we just stop it
with all the monotony, look at me awkwardly hide my broccoli, nigga what
Fuck the media, how could you come to me, follow me, bother me, tell me to simmer it down
Part of the system is worser now, melody murder must've ran
What if the rapture happens, nigga just deeper than rapping vanish or not
Never gone change my style, I do what I wanna pop, 'til the "Body Rot" stop
Generation X, I am the mastermind, general militants seven times, revolution rebellious, totally out of line
I still in the mind of apocalyptic, biblical optimistic
Thank my lucky stars, never I say my graces, I'm so thankful god
Take me to the promise land, all I see is cops with guns
Soap in my sock, county charges stuck in the struggle with number one
Never will have a friend like me, reality checking the crooked judge
Man because the rapping is over, we fucking soldiers, we fucking thugs
And ain't nobody stopping my fucking drugs
If I can melt down the words, and put them in plastic sucks, rip it to the nation, let it go what, what
Bitch I would speak your mind, even if they offended you 'cous
Ride off in the sun set, with the streets niggas 'cause that's who I love
Standing next to Capo twin towers shoot up to the heaven sky
We rolling down the ninety-five, take the bridge, I'm ready to die..................
For the grace of Capo... for the grace of Capo, in the moment of silence,
now the grace of Capo, in the moment of silence, in the mist of tyrants and silence,
and the demon malignancies, motherless children are born, poppa the one who murdered her,
witness the vision first hand plumping master of source of us
By the, grace of Capo, in the moment of silence, in the mist of tyrants and violence,
I'm flossing my diamonds, by the grace of Capo, in he mist of the hood, and it should be all good,
But murders go down, you know they go down
Straight out the projects b, I'm telling ya'll it was so hard for me (so hard)
Coming up hard in these Harlem streets, where niggas will starve, cause it's hard to eat
Some niggas will rob in the hardcore streets, ridiculous all it's hard concrete (watch it)
Bitches the boosters the credit card scammers, niggas that shoot cause they all gone blame us
People they shoot cause they cocky 'bout scanners (scwalay!)
So if watch where the birds fly, (watch it) don't speed when you swerve high
Cause believe me the third eye, put the squeeze on your whole ride (lock down)
See I'm always in the rear view, see the law in your rear view (what else) pray to the lord he can hear you (why)
I'm the nigga on the corner, plus my niggas on the corner bring same shit
Three carry gripes in the crime in heaven, I'm in this Fahrenheit called 9/11
When I go to the cross roads, lord knows Ferrari white, mean highway to heaven (forgive them lord)
And these digital times, we all need to have a political mind (that's right)
Federology, technology, and we can shine like astrology (they can see from the stars)
When we walking on eggshells, when you talk on next cells (what happens)
When you talking on fed cells (listen to me) and we all on sex cells (whooo)
When the drugs and rock-n-roll, and when the drugs lock your soul
Don't blame it on 'caine, got rich when the reggae came (that's right)
Bill Clinton rejuvenated us (yeah), all been the Bush's hoovernated us (stupid)
Police will soon be chasing us (that's right), the streets they be afraid of us (yeah)
From cutting up raw, from frying up coke, give a fuck about war
We ain't trying to voting (voting)
So if you draft me jail me (you hear that)
Or better yet kill me (uh-huh) 'cause I rather go to hell b, and there's nothing you can tell me
Cause we risking ourselves, just sit in the cell, over punk as nigga in cells (damn)
All the grief in the cells, spin on shelves, I'm running out of time, cause I'm living in hell (yeah)
By the, grace of Capo in this moment of silence, in the mist of the violence, the mist of tyrants,
Flossing my diamonds......yeah, by the grace of Capos nigga, you heard, that's two strong armies nigga
Two under bosses we can't be stopped, we will not be brought down like the twin towers

I grew up in the 'jects, five inch what I press
Fry way to hold a tec, live bait I'm so brazy man
In them pissy staircases, we just sittin here
Waitin with them crystal clear cases tryin to make a sale
When that wreck came around, I'm in the trench with my pound
I'm pitchin you cracks and the bench is my mound (what's good)
It ain't no freezin this game, I'm in the freezin the rain
Tryin to make G's off the 'caine so I can freeze up a chain (Jacob!)
Or put the Spre's on the thang (spinners!)
So I can speed through the game (vroom!)
That's why I think kinda different, and some think that I'm twisted
Cause I smoke too much, and I drink 'til I'm twisted (I'm on point)
I'm tryin to maintain to stay afloat (that's right)
Cause that main game of shavin coke is goin down the tubes (that's a wrap)
That's why I'm downin booze, I stay surround by dudes
That chew down my food, bon appetit - chow time
The purple, HAZE, keep scorchin and burnin
Nightmares at night I wake up in sweat, tossin and turnin (I can't sleep)
I'm light on my sleep, I can't get a wink, I might miss somethin
I think if I blink I might miss somethin (what happened what happened)
Constantly rollin up haze (uh-huh)
As I stomp through this block man they throwin up treys (Eastside)
We from the streets, know the struggle, know the hustle
Know the hook, know to cut it, know to double (know that price)
Now if you don't change your mind, change your grind
Don't get caught in the facade, don't get caught up on a charge
(Don't be facin six) You know that life goes by
Just as fast as them nights goes by
Hold fast, them blue and whites go by (SQUALIE!)
We movin white, whole pies
Hope to God that the law or the vice don't ride (SQUALIE!)
We been trapped in our own hustle
You see the government's the powder but the crack is our own hustle
We smart ain't we?
Sheeit, the heat's in the kitchen, I speak to you listen
The beef if it thicken the heat'll stay clickin, believe that?
I'll be burnin water, while I turn the corners (uh-huh)
I'll be more than gone as {?}
R.I.P., man that's kind of redundant
Niggaz, dyin off dumb shit, bullets fly when the gun spit
Plus, man they ridin to dump clips (yes sir!)
In hooped up whips, the place miss and I scoop up with
the eighth in 'em, they shoot up shit and straight get 'em (boom)
They chew up shit like straight sick 'em (sick 'em)
Over that turf or strip, or that work the bricks
We'll squirt the shotty, and disperse your squad-dy (woo)
That's the code of my land
Over that blue and them grams, niggaz blowin your man (we gon' get 'em)
Get you all shot over hoes for a grand

I seen it all from a player's eyes (mack)
Look at this world from my latest ride (Benz)
We knock 'em all if you let this slide (that's right)
This how you ball if you a major guy (whoa)
With alcohol and a hazy high
The city lights in the jaded sky
I had this girl, wanna make her mine
I can't lie, I was interested in her (what happened)
We shared a bed in the club, and even crept to dinner (Miami)
It's such a funny situation
Cause I knew she had a man in the ave. by reputation (what's what)
I get around (okay) I'm just a product of my occupation (so what)
I asked her number and she contemplated (what happened)
I'm losin patience (uh-huh) and it's startin to get flagrant (so what)
Seize the moment or forever regret it
Three in the mornin and I'm stressin to catch her (you know I need that)
Creepin up on her and applyin the pressure
Me and my homey A don't think I can get her, uhh, but
It's crazy, smooth ghetto angel so amazin
Smokin gettin high with the daisy
Thinkin 'bout makin you my lady, maybe
You're a bad girl, she say I only want her for my pleasure
Slow hit it from the back, I do it better
She left me with a kiss and I let her, never sweat her
You seekin love is watchin movies on and off the stations (hell no)
Those commercials was our intermissions (for what)
For the {?} and the tongue-kissin (what else) and one instance
Turns some heated touchin to some freaky fuckin (just get it)
My situation is a bit of trouble
See this affair is a bit of struggle
And my persona and my thuggish morals
That was enough to start a lover's quarrel
Since she had a man but he wasn't loyal (I hear that)
Got loose enough just to open up (then what)
It be the mornin 'fore he sober up (twisted)
I call the shit like Punky Brewster (what?)
And she never met a thug looser
Star nigga party with the snub shooter (bang bang)
My thug True is probably posted in back
We party hard, get so crazy
And we smoke and drink 'gnac (we ain't never scarred)
I'm tryin to slide in the night on some smutty sex
Niggaz beepin my phone to ask me did I get her yet
It's gettin nervous now (why) cause the word in town (was what)
Is that your man got the word that we done flirtin 'round
In your Beemer merkin 'round (err) foreplay in the hallways
So now we hit the house and pull the curtains down (close that curtain)
We laugh and we joke, we drink and I pass you the smoke
Smack your ass when you walk, when fuckin I grab and you joke
(Have sex at night) As we lay and we chill
Your crib, nice apartment, who's payin the bills
This type of shit'll get you sprayed and you killed
(That's that Harlem shit) Like {?} shot in "Paid in Full"
This is not a movie script, some of my truest shit
Selfish premonition, out of sight I'm out of mind
When this nigga gone and missin (play the rules)
Wishin she mine, I'm knowin that she'll never be (never be)
This'll be fine, the closest that I'll ever be (ever be)
I see a chick and she mine, new Goldie of the ghetto B

Dip-Set, uh
(Jones) Money on mind
(Capo Status) Mind on my money
(Dip-set nigga) My money on mind
(You know the streets is what it is nigga) Mind on my money
(Watch ya step and watch ya moves) My money on mind
Mind on my money
My money on mind
Shit, make 'em believe in this prophecy (movement)
You can see I'm tryin to lead my democracy (Dip-Set)
To get money and rip sleeve off of my city (New York)
And slow down, then try to breeze thru the projects B (Taft)
And how I speeds in velocity (160)
We came up movin keys of that knotty B (that Yae-Yo)
My man caught 10, couldn't find the keys to the lobby B
The boys rushed him, 2 keys of mahogany (Damn!)
In my life you can't see me not possibly (Nooo!)
How we swoop up in Harlem, 20 Coupes when we mobbin'
40 troops if it's problems (What Nowww!)
Cause 1 nigga you know is a shotgun driver (jus 1 nigga)
Ready to dump triggers, that shotgun fire (blakka!)
I ain't gone front nigga I shot some guys up
(didn't kill 'em though, fuck 'em though)
And they came back to my block like riders (Yop!)
But I'm like "Crouching Tiger", spin, roll, crouch and fire (Boom, Yea!)
A fast retally (Uh Huh!)
Now it's cash we tally
Miami, Atlanta, fuck it we smash to Cali (L.A.X.!)
Back on L.A. Ave, you know the Lennox strip
Where they Henny sip
Beef we let the semi rip
Mind on my money, my money on mind
Mind on my money, my money on mind
Mind on my money, my money on mind
You fuck wit Dip-Set, I will press on this .9
Mind on my money, my money on mind
Mind on my money, my money on mind
Mind on my money, my money on mind
You fuck wit my paper, I'll press on this .9
And yeah we world renowned (U.S.)
And I might twirl thru town (uh huh)
And in a Dip-Set mansion is where ya girl be found (hollaaa!)
How can a pearl be drowned (yea)
How can a diamond not shine (uh huh)
Man I'm on my G mack
I scoop up dimes all the time (bad bitches)
They love my pimp juice (yeah)
I let my crimps loose
They get a glimpse, ooooooo
Some went and cinch douche'
Scoop her feed her feed her shrimp soup (that's right)
Mind fuck her, brain fuck her
mouth screw her 'til it hurt, uh, (then what?) shit
She scream "Do me it hurt" (uh huh)
Ill have her movin' that work
I mean 2 of them chirps
Up in her Dooney and Bourke (gettin' money)
So ruthless it hurts
I mean I'm truely bezerk
When I scoop up my cash man, I swoop up and murk (errrrrrrrr!)
Yea, a trick and a bag bitch (uh huh)
2 bricks and a bad bitch
Shit, them bitches mackin' (they love me)
I'm as sick as maggot (rite)
But I don't fuck wit no bitch if she ain't worth no chips or no cabbage
I'm so problematic (yeah)
And do to servin' Harlem-matics (damn)
My fame and fortune still revolve wit' static (that beef)
Still involve wit' savage types that move drugs
365 all around set every nite (perrico)
I ain't the passive type (nope)
On the benches where I crashed them nites (movin')
Blowin' hemp, movin' slabs of white (hustlin')
Spend days up in court
How I shaved weight to snort
Give that to the press or Dave Mays in the source (suttin to read about)
Yes, since success it has changed
Since we, stepped up in this game and stepped up wit' our game (ballin')
No more chef cuttin' cain
Hoes X'd up in they brain
Lemme sex up in the Range

Oh yea, this is the one, on the way to church. Life is a journey, we all come from god and one day we will return to the god. But the creator is not as far away as we may think. You gotta look into yourself, look into your family, look into your community, look into our world. Can you find your place? You represent, now undefiled you represent the future. But the future is not tomorrow, the future is today. Be strong. Be strong my brother. Be strong my sister. Be strong my people. You can't hope for a better day, you gotta work for it. If you're on the way to church, check this out. Life is a struggle. It's always been that way since the very beginning. Yea there are hard times and there are good times but you have to choose life before death.

[Intro / Chorus fading in and out in background]
Ok, ok, (heeeyyyy) yeah
We back in this bitch (Lovely Daze like this...)
Jim Jones nigga (you know!), Capo Status (COOFIE SMACKA!)
A.k.a Jim Caso (lovely painter), and I jus love it man (Lovely Daze like this...)
I love paintin' these pictures for the hood, you dig
(that's where I'm at Eastside)
Its Dip-Set, Eastside (come on!), lets ride
[Verse 1]
They got me livin' like (what!), I aint worried 'bout my well being
I used to hurry up and sell fee (2 for 5!)
Like I aint worried for the jail scene (fuck cops)
'Til I got knocked, yeah observed in my cell C (ya honor)
I was young and was restless
Run around wit' my gun and my vestes
Yeah I'm hungry and reckless (what)
But no one better test us (no way)
Cause I got nuttin to lose, suttin to prove, I'm screamin' EASTSIDE
(EASTSIDE!!!)
While I dump on you dudes (Dip-Set!)
And what we live by (yeah), what we gon' die by (Dip-Set)
So these rules I abide by
I'm duckin' shots on a driveby, finger the cops, yeah when they ride by
(Byrdgang!)
Squally, is what they scream, fuck it
As I polly wit' my team puff it
We on the scene rugged
Yeah, we get our green thuggin'
Fuck it, I scream out, yo I'm uh G, fuck it
[Chorus: As well as Jones speaking in between]
Lovely Daze like this, I miss I miss
(Lovely Daze man. When I say Lovely Daze I'm talkin' bout.)
Lovely Daze like this, I miss I miss
(Fresh in High School, fresh with that freedom. You know explorin' the
streets nigga)
Lovely Daze like this, I miss I miss
(You know, takin' no prisoners man, ready to do whatever whenever)
Lovely Daze like this, I miss I miss
(Fuck what they talkin' bout man, you jus doin you man. Find yaself!)
[Verse 2]
You know how kids scheme (how they shceme?), we had big dreams (yeah!)
Of coppin' them Benzez up on big scene (bling bling)
All glittered in jewels just like Liberraci (mmm!)
Look at my dipped posse (yeah!)
Look how this shit done got me (Crazy!)
I'm some paranoid shit (yop!)
Its kinda scary I carry the 4 fifth (who want it!)
Its kinda brazy that it be like that
Aint no play me and you be right back
You better blaze me if it be like that (get me nigga!)
They got some issues with views I got (uh huh)
I carry pistols when I cruise my block (lets ride!)
Its uh issue if I cruise ya block
My dogs 'ill get you, know the rules or not (wut up now fool!)
Uh, yeah, we will cruise ya parameters (where they at?)
You caught slippin', no rules or parameters (where they at?)
Fuck the crews, fuck the cameras (fuck police)
I tell you now, aint no dudes that can handle us (bllllddddaat!)
[Chorus]
Lovely Daze like this, I miss I miss
(Ok, now it done got lovlier, you know. We done did the hustlin' thing)
Lovely Daze like this, I miss I miss
(We done had fun on the streets. Now we entered the game and we gettin
millions)
Lovely Daze like this, I miss I miss
(What's more lovlier than that? I'm tellin you I'm loving this shit. It
aint no taking me back man)
Lovely Daze like this, I miss..
(I'm tellin you man. Its Lovely Daze from here on end, you hear me.)
[Verse 3]
Can't forget about my born pos' (Nope!)
Can't forget about my night gangs
Bet it all to the dice game (yea)
Bet I brawl wit' my light frame (Fo' sho)
I get it on like I'm Ty-sane (Lets Brawl!)
And every year more niggaz deceased (R.I.P.)
I shed a tear and pour liquor on streets (jus 4 u)
And burn a fear to raw spliffs of the leaf (and get high)
And say a prayer, Lord where's the relief (my dudes)
I'm burnin' purple jus' watchin my ghetto birds (ok)
And peep the circle Ill tell you its several birds (peep game)
We gettin' guac, we hustlin' peddle birds (that yae)
And fuck the cops, we bustin' our metal birds (Desert Eag'z)
We from the block we love our Stiletto birds (hey baby!)
That's why we hustle and grind
So we can pluck us a dime
And feed her some game and fuck up her mind
And she give me brain, I'm puffin' my lime
So lovely (Dip-Set!)
[Chorus]
Lovely Daze like this, wit my Dips, with my Dips
Fuckin wit my Dips, wit my Dips, gettin' chips
Fuckin wit my Dips, my Dips, buyin' whips
Jus fuckin' wit Dips, my Dips...
[Outro and fades into next song Memory Lane]
Haha ha, yeah, its Lovely Daze man (that's right). Jim Jones, fuck it
shit, Capo Status. What's fuckin wit that man (Coofie smacka). For my
Dip-Set, from hear on end its Lovely Daze. That's what this song is
about. For my riders, ride out.................................
Fireman
[Chorus (repeat 2x)]
'Cuse me ma, we cruise around this strip down Memory Lane
Lets take this time to rekindle
Puffin on this purple, sippin Hennessy, thats trippin like Dame
Pour out ya liquor, light ya candles
[Verse]
I was rippin and runnin while I'm grippin my gun (outdoors)
And I use to, play wit my heat I was waitin to bust (fuck that)
And I say, fuck the police they better take me in cuffs (til I go)
Cause I'm in, love wit the streets yea I'm shakin my nuts (hold it tight)
And it was, regular shit havin fun wit my troops (uhh huh)
Yeah, get in the party have our guns in boots (stash that)
And, New Years 'ill come we bustin guns off the roof (you got that)
Cause, we pissy drunk up off that 100 proof (twisted)
Plus, we pitchin packs jus to get us some sneakers (paper)
While, we sippin yak and we twistin up reefa (gettin right)
Youthful offenders on the stoop gettin bent up dodging police in them
juvenile centers, my life is brazy (ooooo!)
Teenagers are wild, they charged like adults we pray it loud "Dear God
we in Hell", Lord can you save me
One of the pictures that he stuck in my brain
As I'm cruisin down the strip of ghettos Memory Lane
[Chorus until it fades out]
'Cuse me ma, we cruise around this strip down Memory Lane
Lets take this time to rekindle
Puffin on this purple, sippin Hennessy, thats trippin like Dame
Pour out ya, liquor light candles

(Jimmy) Capo. . .whats my mothafuckin name?. . .Dipset. . .(Jimmy) Eastside (Jimmy) Cool chris. . .Say what. . .(Jimmy)
Ugh...Whats my mothafuckin name? (Jimmy) Dipset Dipset (Jimmy, Jimmy jones) Byrd gang. . .
Catch that boy capo (uh), cruisin up 8th wit the top blowin and caps low (roll out!)
I'm a Dipset boss, you don't wanna get clapped, get caught up in the cross (tch no)
and I'm caught in the floss, chain 500 hundred thou cause i'm caught up in the gloss (ballin!)
and im caught up in the cause, i'm a winner i aint tryin to get caught up wit a loss (no way)
Now, when the hell will it stop (never)
i keep evadin the law, gettin tailed by the cops (fuck em)
i keep breakin the law, got a bail on spot (fuck em)
and you can't cool me off, try to tell you i'm hot (sizzlin!)
goin hard since 16, livin that fast life like i majored the big screen (nice he can rap)
y'all kno how i get in the club, them nigga knew them bouncas fo' i flip in the club (and then what?)
im tryin to 2 step fo' i flip Cam bud, so i'm posted in the back while im twistin up bud (hey)
got some hoes in the back, and they sippin on suds, blowin smoke on the dough, poppin crys' wit tha thugs, shit...(now come over here...)
ima boss i said, a dipset gangsta i dont cross my legs (what else?)
G's up, eastside, code red
be frontin, we probly blow lead
what they gon do wit tha capo (nothin!)
got a hardbody clique, gotta that'll shoot for the capo (thas right!)
when i drive by the strip, they salutin the capo (eastside)
keep 1 fly bitch up in the coup wit tha capo (you know!)
nowadays all the babes think im cute and im macho (say what?)
my otha half must think im souped cuz i gato (fuck em!)
or maybe its because i keep my pants off my ass (kiss)
i am my own boss i only hear is the cash (ya hear that?)
i only fear the law so fuck a man wit a badge (fuck the police!)
and im tryin to duck the law dog from gettin indicted
and they show me the money shit the kid got excited
so if the kid get a inch, well im takin a yard
and if the kid do ya bitch, well im takin ya yard
(thats right, for life nigga)
thats to the day that im charged, we be leavin out the club
my crew racin the cars. . .who got ya neighborhood paused
i done ran through most clubs that they had in my city (what else?)
while dancin in the spot, while my hamma gettin pissy (click clack)
one hand up on the bitch, otha hand on my blicky (thats gangsta)
i kick my G mac, try and slip her a mickey (this niggas sly tonight!)
lord help the boy that try and get me (what else?)
always pull me ova, they be dyin to frisk me (fuck em)
car smell like weed and ive been drinkin the liqour (ALWAYS)
told me i was speedin, plus he see im a nigga (you just mad at meee)
it got him even more bitter (what else?) i said im from a hood where police get hit up (get up)
lets not make it a issue, but if a nigga piss me off, im goin straight to the pistol (thats fo sho)
shit, but we can make it official, next time you see yo momma be awake when she kiss you (my baaaaby)

..Killa, Jones, Jones, Let's Go
[Cam'Ron]
Clowns don't come around, pound pounds i pump in town
Do like House of Pain, Kriss Kross, jump around
Jumpin' down, stuntin style, over those I polly
Then merk-o from squalie, ducati and Roberto Cavali mami
We feelin' them scoobies, you stealin' them gucci's booby
Get it right, its Emilio Pucci, hoochie (hoochie)
Write for sci-fi, i'll be pipin' five pies, the cat went like the nine lives
Ten halves, five pies, ten cars, five drives, ten bars, fi-fi
That's fifty-five thou, sha-na-na, bye bye
My fittings touched tailored, joined by Chuck Taylors
On the yacht with glocks, we sum thug sailors
You drinkin' old gold, rockin that old gold
We in rose gold, at the Rose Bowl
Send you a bowl of roses, we dun sold souls
Slow toes, im so cold, my dough folds
Killa!
[Chorus: Jim Jones]
So get your parachute, and row your boat nigga
Signal your plane, yes we get on them planes and fly high
We fly high, like bo! Bo! bo!
Now your row your boat nigga, and get your parachute
Signal your plane, yes we get on them planes and fly high
Bo! Bo! and fly high like Bo! Bo!
[Jim]
So on this road to success, I grew up in the boat o'y'all
Gettin closed by the jets
I learned my code from the set, I took my oath to the death
I risked the quarter to bing, I bet this forty a ring
Cams from the 40th wing, the westside of harlem
And rat roach infested, them black po's in vests's
They stack most impressive, ride through Tana's town
Thats where them grams be found, breeze through the broadway side
And where they always reside, and so much raw yay,
You know all them boys be outside
With them sirens and guns, all the noise be outside,
And yes we scour the slums
You know our toys be outside, co-co boy to ride,
Five-hundred thou on the block
the ones when we ride on the block, pumpin them bow's for the rocks
Look i came up from that, cookin' that came from crack
New boys shinin' man, New York's ryder man, look how I got'em Damn!
[Chorus: Jim Jones]
So get your parachute, and row your boat nigga
Signal your plane, yes we get on them planes and fly high
We fly high, like bo! Bo! bo!
Now your row your boat nigga, and get your parachute
Signal your plane, yes we get on them planes and fly high
Bo! Bo! and fly high like Bo! Bo!
[Juelz Santana]
I'm a, boy shotta, born poppa, y'all liars, y'all notta
I squeeze more fire, call coppers, squalie!
Hear that, pumper squeeze, yeah that, pumper be
Shoved in your mouth for talkin' all the fuck-a-ree
We move with the tune boy, we shoot'em and move boy
Yes you could say we are the Rudest of rude boys
Move that, do that, juke that girl, who dat who dat who dat girl
I wanna meet her, i wanna see her, i wanna skeet skeet
I wanna juice that girl
Grippin good, pimpin good, livin' good, shit is good, test me, lets see
I wish a nigga would (aye)
Y'all kids is a waste, when i spark clips is a waste
When alcoholics spit in your face, quick get a tatse
Nigga i ride high, drive high, fly high, sky high, high high i'm high
So high, so fly, float by, oh why, oh my, and i dont know why
Whoaa...
[Chorus: Jim Jones]
So get your parachute, and row your boat nigga
Signal your plane, yes we get on them planes and fly high
We fly high, like bo! Bo! bo!
Now your row your boat nigga, and get your parachute
Signal your plane, yes we get on them planes and fly high
Bo! Bo! and fly high like Bo! Bo!

Byrd Gang club banger
Tryna holla at ya shorty
One focus, one focus only
I'm tryna hit that thang!
Let's go
WE MAKE HITS IN THE STUDIO NIGHTLY, WE OUT TRYNA GET THIS MONEYYYYYYYYYYYY (Tryna Get it)
WE TAKE TRIPS IN THE WINTER IN JET PLANES, IN THE CLIMATES WHERE IT'S SUNNYYYYYYY (MIA)
WE GOT MAMI ON THE DANCE FLOOR GRINDIN TO THE BEAT, TIPSY OFF THE BUBBLYYYYYYY (BUBBLY)
BUT AT THE END OF THE DAY, YOUR FRIEND IN THE PLAY....I'M TRYNA PIN THE TAIL ON THE DONKEYYYY!
It goes Yes Yes Y'all-ing (b-boy boys), fresh to death balling (BALLLLLINNNN!)...
you can play hard under pressure, I'm scoring (swish!)
They playing tight D (uh huh), play the paint like a G (boxed out)...
and some say they gangsta's but they ain't like me (not at all!)
I came from an environment (uh huh), 'caine I was frying it (bricks)...
then hit the dealer, see the Range I was buying it (it's nothing!)
We don't test drive (uh huh), buy the whole whip like you should (fuck a lease!)...
cheffin' up pies, a whole brick like you should
Then take the proceeds, waste about 4 G's (balling)...
buy bottles in the club, tryna get the older skeez (gettin twisted!)
I'm tryna get the dame to breeze....
but she putting up a fight like Laila Ali (and what's ya name nigga?!)
I told the lady I be...
doing the turnpike, eighty in a fly V (WHAT ELSE?!)
Middle name "forty on the wrist"
last name "you can't afford me bitch!" get a camcorder bitch! (YEAH!)
Case is a Perryay Rose (yep!)
look like Picasso painted on the bottle (haha)
We throwing money we looking like Lotto (you see it)
I could cover chicks with cheese like nacho's
Fly out the cold (cold), land in the heat (where?)
New York to Miami Beach (yeah)
Bitch I live the life of a hood-star
rock-star without the gui-tar got em all rubbing they push-bra (AWWWWW)
Got em all shaking they tush like
I'mma give em a taste of the good life (nope!)
But I'll give em a taste of the good liquor
a taste of that good bud, next thing you know she be tasteing of my good UHHHHHHHHHH!
I get money, be quiet....you talking to the Jolly Green Giant
I see it, I like it, I buy it baby
I'm flyer than a pilot flying at his highest, climate
WHERE MY HOOOMIIIIIIIES? UP TO NO GOOD
WHERE MY HOOOMIIIIIIIES? YEP, I'M SO HOOD
Uh...What up pimpin pimpin? (what up pimpin!)
I'm exec already (fuck that!)
See my hoes are like my plates...temporary (out of here)
I ignore ya, beat it (beat it), move more strategic (strategic)
The marble's mad yep, the floors are heated (in other words)
Cam half pound a quarter key it (key it)
better ask 'round soon they'll need a Mac round, enjoy the scenic
In the ninety's Z3's, BB's now in the crib TV's watch TV
(flat screens watch flat screens)
Killa killa more killing and then the kitty purs (meeeeow)...
fuck furs, his and hers, Bentley Spurs (that's a fact)
Gun talk real talk speak Mac to Mac (mac), we like the Pistons, Bulls...
you know back to back (back to back CHAMPS!)
Maesarati's back to back come ride with me
on 1100 not the bike....two 550's!

Rell fresh home
How it feel to back where the bricks my nigga
Ya heard, I got the D.A. on my ass right now
All my soldiers behind the G Wall
Inhale, exhale... fuck the police
I'm up early on the strip while the birds chirpin
I had to turn my fone off too many birds chirpin
Damn my homies gotta sit in the bing
So for them, I flood my chain and piss in my ring
Yea, shit on these niggaz 'til I sit wit the Lord
I woulda been home last year but I got hit at the board, nigga
Yea you spotted man, now you red dotted man
You fuckin wit Hell Rell, New York City's rider man
Now is these niggaz some killers like us
They say the real, well they realer than us
No, no, no
Is my set good
Is my bet good
Is my threat good
Yes, yes, yes
Since you've been home they done indicted ya boy
Due to the circumstances of this life we enjoy
Niggaz start snitchin they Sammy the Bullin
Til my niggaz start grippin these hammers and pull 'em
That's when these niggaz start switchin turnin Islamic and Muslim
Cause they seein my position is straight savage and hoodlums
Shit, who suffered and lost, my new truck is a Porsche
This is One-Eye Willie and I'm from fuckin New York
Who them niggaz paintin the town red
Dip-Set
Banks stop and we lay down bets
Byrd-Gang
Who them niggaz gettin that money man
Dip-Set, Dip-Set, Dip-Set, Dip-Set, Dip-Set
Who them niggaz leave wit ya bitch nigga
Byrd-Gang
Who them niggaz squeezin at bitch niggaz
Dip-Set
Who them niggaz that gotta get rich nigga
Byrd-Gang, Byrd-Gang, Byrd-Gang, Byrd-Gang, Byrd-Gang
Now do these niggaz be bangin like me
They say they G is they gangstas like me
No, no, no
Is my guns good
Is my ones good
Do we run hoods
Yes, yes, yes
My pistol game been tight
Since chicken lo mein and rice
Tryna get that paper, flippin that caine for a price
Fiends goin crazy, hittin that caine thru the pipe
Niggaz that bang to the right
I'm jus sayin this is life
So we adore and survive
Cause thru this war we gon ride wit two 4'z on our side
Shit, man I'm riskin it all
Cause for this love and this money man, I jus wanna ball
Who them niggaz paintin the town red
Dip-Set
Banks stop and we lay down bets
Byrd-Gang
Who them niggaz gettin that money man
Dip-Set, Dip-Set, Dip-Set, Dip-Set, Dip-Set
Who them niggaz leave wit ya bitch nigga
Byrd-Gang
Who them niggaz squeezin at bitch niggaz
Dip-Set
Who them niggaz that gotta get rich nigga
Byrd-Gang, Byrd-Gang, Byrd-Gang, Byrd-Gang, Byrd-Gang
These niggaz want me to slow down and switch my speed
And these bitches pokin holes in the condom tryna get my seed
Leave me alone lemme twist my weed
Two things I never seen a U.F.O. and a bitch I need
The beamer shinin on B.B.'z, niggaz tryin to be me
You gangsta on the streets dawg, north signin to P.C
These niggaz washed up callin it quits
It don't matter, Porsche to 6, they be all my dick
I, slaughter the strip wit a quarter a brick
I got Florida chicks comin to N.Y. for the dick
I only been home for a month but I'm still fresh y'all
Up in this booth and still smellin like the mess hall
Now is these niggaz more liver than me
He kinda hot but is he spittin more fire than me
No, no, no, no
Is my dope good
Is my coke good
Am I so hood
Yes, yes, yes, yes
Now is these niggaz some killas like us
They say the real, well they realer than us
No, no, no
Is my set good
Is my bet good
Is my threat good

Pardon the Syzzrup...
Now we try corners
Old folks try and warn us
The cops try and swarm us
Blocks hot like saunas
Well fuck it I'ma risk it
Got a bunt nigga twist it
Imma get drunk with my biscuit
5 cent cup, take a sip kid
Imma product of the p-jects
My teachers always told me that I'd prolly be a reject
I came up by my lonely now I'm a product of that D-Set
Two twelvin with my homie, he caught a homy of that d-wreck
He said it had him zonin' left the body in bulding three steps
The project now on fire every where you see the detects
His high is coming down cause now he's nervous smokin bogeys
And now he findin out that fuckin murder was his co-D
And this the shit that happens all too often up in Harlem
No shit you smell a rat you better off him whats the problem
In this business sellin crack we cook that raw shit up to hard shit
And tell my fellas that and to my coffin steady mobbin' to my coffin
steady mobbin'
Take a look into my eyes and you'll see all the pain the ghetto brings
Take a journey through my soul and lets
roll through the streets of reality
They tell me slow down I'm livin' life fast See they don't all wanna
ride with me
I know it ain't right but this is my life
It's just a piece of my diary yeah
Now, we ran wreckless, no grown-ups to guide us
So it's the man what you expect, I've grown-up to violence
I had my eye up on the pushers, the ones that stay fly
Fiends got high off the suga, you know that ain't riiight
That sweet cane, some got buried to the street game
My niggaz only worried bout the jewelry and the street fame
And what the bitches thought of them, it's all about the money
Well shit I cop some Porsche or trucks
'Member I was hungry, I was whippin in the Corsica
Hoopty muthafucka, hoppin the double four's
My pants droopy muthafuckas
And pardon my grammar, my nana died '95
So I done left my heart wit my grandma
I hid outside and played the park wit the hammer
And I'm watchin for the narcs, they movin cars with antennas
Thug and respect, for all my goons behind bars in the slammas
To my G's on rikers, to all my three time lifers
This is my life we die young cause we livin fast
So I'ma let you read my diary I'ma let you read my dairy
Now lets ride (to where), to Harlem, the Westside
I show you blocks and murals, dawg where some of the best died
(Like who...like who?) Like Porter and them
I heard Po put the order on him, now that's more than a friend!
But he stitched of course, now let's talk about Fritz the boss
And he got rich off snort, they said 500 bricks was brought
So in hindsight, it's a shorty who couldn't get a gist of his thought
But if you grind right wit the snorpy, a whip could be bought
Now think about po-9, if it caught me, how it get you in court
But now the feds, they still tailin me, DA think he nailin me
I had to turn in the goons come and post the bail for me
Still in the Byrd Gang myself, you say Byrd Gang is wealth
And all the liquor stores, man the Syzzurp on the shelf

We set them presidents, to get them presidents
Over the ones that are dead, we'll put guns to your head
Put dots on your loaf like you was wonder the bread
Sheek, Zeke, Hell Rell, and I got some in the Feds
I contradict what ever the government says
For them boys on my back wit them bugs by my bed
They still thinkin' that we coppin' sellin raw
Tryin' to put us through them Rico and them Rockefeller' laws
I'm in LA the top down the pedals floored
Wit a hot stiletto whore, suck my cock tell the law
For all you faggots I see past all your cheap stares
Nowadays I see my past from a beach chair
I the fellin' so relaxed and refreshin' when chillin'
A total change from movin crack off the steps of the buildin's
Rollin wit gangs in the back of the ' jects where the killin'
In Park Ave. where young Chris body found
A number is all to add to task body count
Watch it boy they'll show you how that shotty bounce, bounce
I'm the most incredible, to ever do what you cats'll never do, or be able to
I'm ahead of you, cause I spit like I never ate, and if I did then I'm just never full
Stop the hoe jokes, I'm not a homo, better believe I'll cock the 4-4
I ain't Mexican, but I'll stretch your man, yes I am a fuckin' vato loco
I went from the pot with cocoa
To the block with cocoa
To gettin' locked, catchin' a charge dealin' wit the cops and cocoa
Now I'm just hot like cocoa
You can catch me on the block, being watched, in a drop
The same color as chocolate cocoa
I done walked in the street, with so much raw in my sneaks
God dam, got home and had corns on my feet
I see the lord when I sleep, and often he speaks
He says Juelz you better than all of these creeps
So I got all my shit light, got on my shit right
Not a lot of thems this nice
But the games funny so I gotta do shit right
So to the ball drop, and the world blow up, I'm a twirl shit up
Until my peeps come home, Zeke come home, better believe I'm a keep on beastin' on
Where should I began our pompous
A thousand wins accomplished
Known throughout the atlas, honest been accomplished
You'll be abolished
Men, children, women astonished
The Don is the one, jewelry way beyond it
Chunky blessed on the chest
Funky S when I dress
Thunder storm damn
Monkey wrenching' her fresh
But I cope wit the rain, mad I can't float with my dame, down to the coastal wit caine
Maine, my boat is a plane
I land on the water, here I go boastin' again
I keep toast, give a toast, inhale smoke for the pain
Girls gone wild, nope
They goin' insane
All doped off the fame
Jump rope with my chain
Now thats off the chain, Ma take off your chain
the 40 will off your brain, kids will be lost and claimed
Cause of Walton James, now in the orphan game
Whether adoption or foster its all the same
Jim's the rider of riders
JR's the writer of writers
Juelz you know him well, hell he the fire of fire
I'm the supplier, baffled thats the hustler
Trife got a knife for that apple inside your jugular
The Big Apple, I tackle all the customers
Put it on the apple at the castle, come and fuck with us
And further more, got the birds of raw, I deserve a tour
Hey, hey holla' back, swallow that
Thats murda' whore
In a Persian turban, swervin', that Suburban mergein', curvin', herb in the air
Yeah, yeah I'm hurtin y'all
See I crash and cop it, mash and mop it, blast a rocket
Natural born hustler, yeah crack I stocked it
Now my drugs are legal, so just pass the profit
Three months alone Sizzurp will smash the ' Notic
We them B boys in one year a quarter billion
Here come the clothin' line, I got your order children
And thats more than illin'
Long as the Lord is willin'
I'm a pour in millions, so applaud a villain

There was no love for us (nope)
So we did what we did just to make a buck played around we're fucking nuts (crazy)
Hope them ho's puckerup tryna get them to slide
Thats on our mind getting high all the time (we tryna fuck!)
We hustle hard, hope the fiends buy all the dimes
So we can scoop up and hit the party and scoop a bitch (get twisted)
You know the drill homie
Play the rules and play the field but don't get killed homie (stay alive)
So where's the better days?
The have to get up days to cheff up yay just to get us paid (we hustle hard)
You see never it fails most of my homies either dead or jail (gone)
Don't fuck with phonies cause they get you killed (ah ah)
My testimony's every bitter real (thats right)
Dont run up on me cause I'm gripping steel (bang bang)
I'm kinda nervous and I'm quick on the blast
due to the murders that I witnessed in town
Livin the life with a rider seems
it's the only thing that I'm gonna run to
Thats when you light and get high with me
Look what the ghetto's did to me (Baby)
And when you finish running the streets
I'll be the only one that you gonna run to
Just getting paper and ducking police
Look what the ghetto did to me (uh)(yeah yeah)
There was no peace in sight (nope)
It was sleepless night (yup)
Hustling yay breaking day to see the light (money man)
Street squalie you see polices lights (squalie)
As I polie on this decent price
Got a cuses that want some pies 23 a slice
Transactions by the building, uptown Harlem world, Manhattan where we kill them (Taz)
Plus my project way of thinking spending most my days drinking
It's like I'm on my way to sixton (lock in)
But we do what we do thats survival
And we move how we move thats through the rivals (fuck them enemies)
It's been said we living suicidal, it's like rush at eleven placing bucks on your bet
Do your thang slang cane and get your bucks on your steps (watch)
Watch ya ass young man they want you under arrest (thats them pigs)
And you ain't know, they getting stripes for that
They have you in your cell man serving life for that
Now for my project corners, go hard for warrants (fuck'em)
Every night I make it, I pray to God for goners (I pray to God)
We pour liquor on floors
That's for the soldiers that we lost in the mist of this war (RIP Life)
For the ones on the grind and front line they got called by po nine
And now they prisoners of war
They fight for appeal or a bill or a ball
Cause they slipped and got nailed for a sale of a rob (Zeek you know wassup)
Two shouts for O.B.C.C six main house of fame
When you come home come and see me
Stay cool I lay the rules on ya
Play the fool and they will move on ya
Young niggaz that keep them tools on ya
They quick to let them blickas blast (bang bang)
So crazy the way we get this cash (How we livin?)
Real hot up on these murderous blocks (blaatat blaatat)
Broad day bang bang I know you heard all them shots
Livin the life with a rider seems it's the only thing that I'm gonna run to
That's when you light and get high with me
Look what the ghetto's did to me (baby)
And when you finish runnin the streets
I'll be the only one that you gonna run to
Just getting paper and ducking police
Look what the ghetto did to me (yeah)
Look what the ghetto did to me
Look what the ghetto did to me
Look what the ghetto did to me (eh eh ehhh)
Look what the ghetto did to me
Look what the ghetto did to me

Yea, Jones...Capo Status
You know what this is about! Its about riders...
all my states around the countries
all my niggaz from ghetto to ghetto, my niggaz ready to ride..
R.I.P Biggie Smalls this one's for you..
Let's ride, here go some riders, I hope you know the riders
Them holding, rollin riders, lock and load my riders
You know we riders, that ride out and get high, and just ride
And get high and just ride
Lock and load the clip, see po-po then slow the whip
Big ass guns in a stolen whip, but if you got weed then roll the shit
You rollin with
Them rollin Dips, straight up weed no poofin these
Straight up G's no doopin me, brazy b's that shoot up shit
Major cheese off of movin bricks
From cuttin up rain to shuflin rain
Baggin these hoes fuckin some dames
Waking up morning and fuckin the dame
I'm in restaurants Mr. Chows, stuntin hard like 50 thou
I keep my goons my niggaz wild, shootin that thing til ya shit go BLAOW!
The palmin weed cant come my needs, Hatian niggaz bombin weed
Gats mo-mo, techs gon blow, all in these streets
Shots with a four pound, AK when it go round
Dont play when it go round
In little Haiti them niggaz crazy like "get 'em baby!"
Let's ride, here go some riders, I hope you know the riders
Them holding, rollin riders, lock and load my riders
You know we riders, that ride out and get high, and just ride
And get high and just ride
Call my gang to bust, know you fags aint dangerous
Must be high off angel dust, to think that you can bang wit us hang wit us
Tape you to the hood no thang with us, shoot up ya club get ya mangled up
I call my gangstas up, and get ya faggot ass tangled up
Now what you bitches, step on the corner wit a bunch of G's
Tryna dump the heat, while you duck police
Me myself I run the streets wit no regard
(They) like "OH MY GOD!"
We just sittin here not to lose, high off weed and lots of booze
Call my G's when I got to move, cause I drop 100 G's when I copped the Coupe
Niggaz round the way tryna take my life, cause I run round the way wit a neck full of ice
Gotta bunch of doggs and I set 'em to bite, if you niggaz want war we can do it tonight
I'm prayin to the Lord that optimize, DipSet ByrdGang know I'ma ride
And I'ma rep til my last breath, take a pull of my last hit
Pull up on these niggaz and blast the bitch, eastside when I mask the bitch
We ride on some panther shit, gotta go prac, lotta load gats
If a niggaz run on me then I gotta go back...back...(and we gon ride out and get high)
Let's ride, here go some riders, I hope you know the riders
Them holding, rollin riders, lock and load my riders
You know we riders, that ride out and get high, and just ride
And get high and just ride
You know we riders, I hope you know we riders
You think you roll wit liars, you'll hear them 4's wit fire
Listen lame, I'm insane, to this game, get this flame in ya brain
Like "BANG BANG BANG BANG..."
Yo, who is realer than us? we'll turn jailors to sluts
I'm too real chill, you can't inhale what I puff
Peep it duke, me to you's, like a whale to a gup
Keep ya Chuck Taylors, I'ma go taylor my Chucks
You'll get whaled on the snuck, gat for ice, match it twice
Faggot dyke, mag to bite, there go ya appetite
My niggaz blast the pipe, black ya lights, flag the kite
Shout to my man Tito Lino facin natural life
I'm just natural nice
You's hermaphrodite, my man Zeke be home 3 nigga pass the kite (Freeky!)
This the facts of life, facts of ice, scrap ya right
Cabbage sliced, matchin chain, matchin Nikes
You's a coward please, I keep the power squeezed
Creep this thunder'll leave you under them flower trees
I done crowd the pease, wit about a thousand keys

Uh huh, Dipset Bitch..
Yeah... you know?
Yeh yeh, yeah, okay
Niggaz come along would you ride wit me? (Go, come on)
Bitches come along would you ride with me? (Go, come on)
People come along would you ride wit me? (Go, come on)
Ride wit me, Ride wit me, Ride wit me..(C'mon)
Niggaz come along would you ride wit me? (Go, come on)
Bitches come along would you ride wit me? (Go, come on)
People come along would you ride wit me? (Go, come on)
Ride wit me, Ride wit me, Ride wit me..(C'mon)
I'm overdosin again, I'm oversmokin again
That potent smoke I'm smokin is comatose in my wind
And I only know a few friends that's oh so loco to man (C'Mon)
They will C4 the whole Volvo you in
And ladies let me zoom, zoom
All through your poon, poon
And this will be Santana's boom boom Boom Room (Yup)
I'm a new breed or what y'all call true G's
I'ma start to make you fleas, start to salute me (Come On)
Swim fish I'm a shark in this blue sea
Hungry, I swam from Antartica's blue sea (Whoa)
Override the pressure for coke I buy compressors
Oversize the stretcher 'til it's oversized then sell it
Oversize the shellin to oversize the swellin
Overpop the led in to oversize his melon (Go, Come On)
That's what you call overshot you get it?
I'm over hot you get it? Like coke in pots you get it?
Niggaz come along would you ride wit me? (Go, come on)
Bitches come along would you ride with me? (Go, come on)
People come along would you ride wit me? (Go, come on)
Ride wit me, Ride wit me, Ride wit me..(C'mon)
Niggaz come along would you ride wit me? (Go, come on)
Bitches come along would you ride wit me? (Go, come on)
People come along would you ride wit me? (Go, come on)
Ride wit me, Ride wit me, Ride wit me..(C'mon)
Your ride ain't safe (Warning) As I flyin up 8th (Warning)
Gettin high like space (Warning) .45 on waaiiisssst ('Jects, nigga!)
We don't need to see no badge
Cause we racin up on this highway
Speedin like we gon' craaaash (Fuck Police)
Let's go sightseein, but this cold night scene
Got my homey shot dead, he was only 19 (19! RIP)
They blew his brains off his shoulders
That petty money over slangin them boulders (Continues everyday)
Pumpin grams off the stoop (Uh-huh)
Cold nights, sold white
Duckin a van full of spooks (Watch the squalies)
Hundred gram on them coupes
Blow Dice, rolled dice
Underhand to the deuce (Life's a gamble)
I done spent some days
In the midst of the 'Jects
Gettin bent some days (Twisted, backwards)
With my trip, below set
Runnin up on you niggaz cause that rent had to be paid (That's right)
Niggaz come along would you ride wit me? (Go, come on)
Bitches come along would you ride with me? (Go, come on)
People come along would you ride wit me? (Go, come on)

This goes out to all my fly ladies all across the world
You know I love you
And I'm sorry if I called you a bitch. sincerely yours, JONES
Shawty's like the sexiest thinkg that I've ever seen
She is like a drug and you know im'a fiend
When we sexin
Shawty let me
Do the different freaky things to her
And I like the way she kiss me when we're all alone
And like when she miss me she be callin ma phone
Like where you been?
Lets get it in
Scoop her up like baby lets roll
This is for my bitches
All around the world and they straight up sexy
All around the world ladies can you feel me?
That's the girls I like I put your hands up high I I I
This is for my bitches
All around the world and they straight up sexyy
All the girls around the world ladies can you feel me?
That's the girls I like I..put your hands high I I I
This is for my bitches
From New york she was summer laid (like a star)
Pretty thang from around the way (she was all)
Body like she was from the A
I like I like M.I.A
High drops that's the way we play
Top down major woulda made ya day
Spending money like a vegas day

[Chorus - Rell]
We to close can't stop praying now
Though there seems theres no one to this pain
Everytime I close my eyes I pray for rain
I pray for rain to wash away the strain
[Verse 1 - Jim Jones]
You couldnt understand how much the pain weight
So in the hood we love the rainy days
Cause subconstantly we know the suns coming
We love the winter cause we know the summers coming
Remeber I got locked the same nite my son was coming
All I could do is pray that they dont take me away
And lord knows I have the angel's on my side
They search the car I had the hammer in my ride
A mirical on flatbush avenue I still made it back
To say push when she was having you
A newer version a younger me I want him to go to school
And raise him motherfucka free I swear some places I dont want him to be
I swear some things I dont want him to see but new booty daddy
Loves you truley and the nights you dont see me you know daddy's on his duty
[Chorus]
[Verse 2 - NOE]
Whats a poor mans pickle survive threw the poor pull a truck upfront
And drive threw the store had to be a felon hated being proper
Read the book of life and satin was the author still I was the colperate
Rather be in rikers the bugger had my baby momma running threw them
Diapers all fo that shiting and all them pampers
Grandma layed up with all of that cancer lid paint flaking constanly chipping
Mama with that dark rum constanly sipping I vowe to my name a bad transmission for getting in the game thats a bad transittion
One flick one night I'm ally ally outsin free for getting you a place with a g
A couple heavy shots ima newer man ready go and get paper the hustler
With the confetti
[Chorus]
[Verse 3 - Starr]
I can turley understand how life can drain all the passion from a man
With just one chance it can change his circumstance
And get the money baby lets get the money baby
[Chorus till fade]

[Chorus: Ryan Leslie]
Shorty you precious... and you gon' love how I put it down (yeah)
I see you watching... so let's not mess around (no)
No hesitating... cause I got what you're lookin for... (Oh yeah, yeah)
And I got one word... one word to describe ya...
Ohh, you're precious.
[Rap: Jim Jones]
(Uh... Jones)
Whoa, whoa, shortyYou know you precious (Sexy)
Hands down a little more then impressive...(Such a diva)
You could afford to be selective...
If you've got a man he needa be over protective... (He betta watch out)
No game just telling you my perspective...(uh huh)
I would try to scoop you if I didn't even direct...(Without a deal)
She'll leave a nigga breathless, now who you came with is who they say you done left with... (Jones)
You got a love her, every the morning you got breakfast
And she don't be goin through my phone like no detective (Babe)
Seeing me with you got them sicka than asbestos (Oh)
You aint gotta love it they gotta f*ckin respect it...(You betta do that)
If I were you, I would get up on some neck shit
If I send the goons out somebody's gonna make an exit (Bird game)
She come and get me if I get arrested...(Oww)
lil' mama do the unexpected... (Uh huh)
Cause Shorty's she's a ridah... (Such a ridah)
[Chorus: Ryan Leslie]
Shorty you precious... and you gon' love how I put it down (yeah)
I see you watching... so let's not mess around (no)
No hesitating... cause I got what you're lookin for... (Oh yeah, yeah)
And I got one word... one word to describe ya...
Ohh, you're precious.
[Rap: Jim Jones]
Every Obama needs a Michelle... (A first lady)
So little mama won't you be my Michelle...(Uh)
Michelle, my belle, I want you on my team... can't you tell... (Uh huh)
Wanna buy you pretty things like bags from Chanel...
Texting on the phone I got you laughin on your cell... (You like that?)
SMH, LOL, with a smiley face (Nasty) talking dirty got me hotter than a fireplace... (Go)
Whats the deal, is you tryna get baked, take you out the fridge and put your ass on broil... (Go)
Treat you like milk I'll let your ass get spoiled... (And?)
Said you wanna ride, I bought you brand new toys...(Take that take that)
So tell cupid that I seen my target, pretty face, and a body like a Greek goddess...(She's a dime)
A diva, closet like Neiman Marcus (C'mon) work on a new fashion before it hits the market...
[Chorus: Ryan Leslie]
Shorty you precious... and you gon' love how I put it down (yeah)
I see you watching... so let's not mess around (no)
No hesitating... cause I got what you're lookin for... (Oh yeah, yeah)
And I got one word... one word to describe ya...
Ohh, you're precious.
[Chorus: Ryan Leslie]
Shorty you precious... and you gon' love how I put it down (yeah)
I see you watching... so let's not mess around (no)
No hesitating... cause I got what you're lookin for... (Oh yeah, yeah)
And I got one word... one word to describe ya...
Ohh, you're precious.

[Intro: Ron Browz]
Ether boy!!!! Hey!!!!
[Chorus: Ron Browz]
How we ball in the club I know you hate it
Mami dancin on the floor all like she naked
When she lay down with you I know she fake it
All the girls give it to me I ain't gotta take it
OHHHHHHHH!!!!! Pop champagne!
OHHHHHHHH!!!!! Pop champagne!
OHHHHHHHH!!!!! We pop champagne!
OHHHHHHHH!!!!! We pop champagne!
[Verse 1: Ron Browz]
We need more bottles tell ma hurry up
Tell 'em Ron Browz here hottest in America
Gimme sixteen bars and you know I tear it up
Know it's me when you see this fur in your area
And she call me all night cause you can get it up
On my neck on my wrist everything is litted up
Drinkin bottles of that Clique 'till I spit it up
Only get one life so you gotta live it up
(HEY!!!) If you in the things I'm in
Shorty we can be friends, shorty we can be friends
Right now, I wanna see you dance, see you dance
I wanna see you dance, see you dance
I wanna see you dance, see you dance
I wanna see you dance, see you dance
[Verse 2: Jim Jones (*Ron Browz)]
When I go to the dealer you know I cop that (What's that?)
Brand new 'rarri and the roof drop back (The 60)
Came through Harlem like the Rooftop back (AIYYO!!!)
Money in the bank man you know don't stop that (Stop that stop that stop that!!!)
(*OHHHHHHHH!!!!!) Now we tryin to get up in the club
(*OHHHHHHHH!!!!!) Try to tell me no cause I'm rollin with the thugs
(We got money bitch!!!) Until I flash a couple of dollars (Yep!)
Tell 'em we only want tables and we buyin out the bottles
(*OHHHHHHHH!!!!!) Y'all know the order
Tell 'em ten Rose's and a few cold waters (Right!!!)
Only Petron and a couple of lemons (Let's go)
Ten thousand dollars stuffed up in the denims (What else)
We standin on couches, a couple of women (Hey baby)
We was ballin hard it was just the ninth inning (Early)
He told shorty we could be friends (Yep)
And your friends could meet with my friends (What else)
And we could do this on the weekend or on the weekday
We could do this on the freeway and get in the freak way
SHIT!!! We could get in on three way (Oh)
Blackberry two way, souped up cars on the thruway (Yep)
We superstars no Lupe, we could do this like a duet
But y'all be the singers on the mic, wait let me dim the lights
This was in the car while I was stoppin at the light
[Chorus: Ron Browz]
How we ball in the club I know you hate it
Mami dancin on the floor all like she naked
When she lay down with you I know she fake it
All the girls give it to me I ain't gotta take it
OHHHHHHHH!!!!! Pop champagne!
OHHHHHHHH!!!!! Pop champagne!
OHHHHHHHH!!!!! We pop champagne!
OHHHHHHHH!!!!! We pop champagne!
[Verse 3: Juelz Santana]
Baby I wanna see you work (Go) See you dance (Go)
Without no shirt, without those pants
Pop champagne ain't a damn thing change
Spray it in the air make it champagne rain
Buckets of ice keep the champagne cool
Mami got a body see that damn thing move
It's no sex in the champagne room
Says who? Baby I'll break all rules
Bring it here and I'll break off you
She see me in V.I.P. and wanna break on through
When she with you she lyin but she fake it
When she with me she like it she never fake it
[Bridge: Ron Browz]
I wanna see you dance, see you dance
I wanna see you dance, see you dance
I wanna see you dance, see you dance
I wanna see you dance, see you dance
[Chorus: Ron Browz]
How we ball in the club I know you hate it
Mami dancin on the floor all like she naked
When she lay down with you I know she fake it
All the girls give it to me I ain't gotta take it
OHHHHHHHH!!!!! Pop champagne!
OHHHHHHHH!!!!! Pop champagne!
OHHHHHHHH!!!!! We pop champagne!
OHHHHHHHH!!!!! We pop champagne!

Dipset (owwww)
As we proceed
What have we here (take that take that)
It's 0-9 muthafucka (one thing to do)
We get money muthafucka (yo)
I pulled off like na na na na na na
They would of tried some bullshit but a nigga had the blamer (try again)
They only got me cause they caught it on a camera (owww)
They wanna ball but they ain't got no stamina (they need it)
They said damn man you lookin like Pac
I said nah, not alive, man I'm lookin like Jones (cappo)
Besides I put money on your skull and bones
And keep it low watch what you say up on those fuckin phones
Sssh be quiet
Touchdown
And getcha ass hung the fuck up just like a bunch of clothes
Hey ma, we stretch work like you touch your toes
And in the middle of July we got that summer snow
I got em snowboarding in August
And I love a pretty bitch but the Porsche look gorgeous (you see it)
Harlem is one big ski slalom
I guess the Hill is like the Swiss Alps, we bring them whips out
[Chorus:]
We gettin money like nananananana
Waitin at the flash throwin money at the cameras
Twin turbs out speeding with the scanners
Breeze past the cops screamin nananananana
We gettin money like nananananana
Lookin at my ass know you wish he had a camera
We gettin money like nananananana
Droptop at the light screamin life is good.
If there's money on my head I hope they got a reciept
Cool your old ass off cause it's hot on these streets (be easy)
I got dogs and they not on a leash
So you hope you understand
Do you copy? capesh? (comprende?)
At this point I don't think they could take it
Sharks in the water they won't make it to safety (he drown)
And even though that we been gettin cake
And now the money taste sweet like pastry, they hate me (back at you)
Now tell me how I look
Would you rather live life like me or by the book? (you get it?)
Sheesh, we are what we are
Make the wrong move will put your faggot ass in the ER
He's not gonna make it
Clear?
Flatline
If it's red apples fallin hit me on the bat line (Jones)
I'm back for mine, some more black flyin'
The flyest nigga you know that got a knack for crime
Nana
[Chorus]
And what you do nigga?
I cop cars out the future
Pocket so fat like Raspusha
I think I'm gettin used to
Lifestyle rich and conspicuous
Chicks want to get with us (owww)
The feds takin flicks of us (say cheese)
They all know I put on for Harlem
Tell rich Broadway I took it up another level (God bless em)
I took 80, blew it on a Beezle
Bought the new Fiskar flew it through the ghetto (15th st)
The definition of opulence
The jewels drippin we droppin on top and poppin shit (splash)
Who would think that this kid from the projects
Get his neck so cold you would think he's lethargic (I'm froze up)
The wrist look like hypothermia set in (what)
Pick a club night that the burner don't get in (I can't recall that)
We pop champagne until the club let out (and)
I drink and I fuck and then I piss a nigga rent out
[Chorus]
Uhhhh
You know the rules nigga
Fly high or get flew over
Roll with us or get rolled over
Ain't nuthin change
Just the decimal point muthafucka
You get the point?
Money money money
Don't make dollars don't make sense
Fuck you nigga
Suck a dick too

N they shootin, I must be on top
(it's clear up here)
We coopin we must be inta trouble,
Some hard type shit that cost a quarter mill a pop
It makes me laugh ha, life is so ironic,
How I would get tha cash I become so iconable
Cop the fast cars that come with the trip tonic panel
I live the life that's filled with the jealousy
Doomed from the start its like we born wit a felony
Wheres the longevity
We in the place where best friends become enemies
And foul nigguhs got the tendency
You gotta watch what you wish for
I hope to god its on a switchboard
When I'm tryin to say a prayer and I'm callin hope you listen lord
See its just my position lord
Gotta me smokin on this blunt while I'm lookin at the sky
Make it rain so I know the doves cry.
[Chorus]
Lord do you hear me praying, when I'm lookin at the sky
I hope you can hear what I'm saying
Its like my, my, my
Im not really complaining, but it makes me wanna cry
I know you can see what I'm saying
Its like my, my, my
Its like my, my, my
Cuz god aint cryin when the sky starts to rain
That must u and god in heaven poppin champagne
And speakin of the shams, remember in Miami
You got bent pussy it was your first trip wit me
We was goin hard to many bottles up in free-vay
U was goin crazy wit my Haitian man t-sway
Pass that on the twins I had teesh fer like 3 days
And I cant forget ur b-day
We had dead body tap we was deeper then aye
And now I'm just wishin I could see a nigguh face
And they kill, bang bang, did u get it wit em yet
And its a damn shame because nigguhs still upset
Like chita chala god musta needed y'all
I think about the street dream saw how we were born
But now all I got is the memories of two great soldiers
That are dear friends of me
[Chorus]
To tell you both the truth, I aint doin the best
Im tryin to keep a positive mind movin thru the stress
Im tryin to stay afloat, they say I'm doin the most
Im doin way to much I'm playin death to close
Im think bout the thought of goin back to court
For the petty little games I really should avoid
But its the calculator risk on how we make the chip
Realizin if I slip its a bottomless pit
If you'd a filled my shoes, would you walk a mile
Let the media tear you down and turn around and smile
I thank god that I'm alive to see a black president
We screamin yes we can but that wont change the deficit
That aint really even the best of it,
You catch me in the streets I will surly tell you the rest of it
[Chorus]

This shit is fucked up 'cause some niggas call it tough love
It's crazy 'cause you might know a nigga all your life
And he got a twisted alterier motive
And he just wanna see you do bad
See a smile on your face all day
So he just acting like your friend when he is really your enemy
Or your best friend can become your enemy
Through the, through the the jealousy so we call those frienemies
Knew him since a child, played cops and robbers
My best partner grew up to be monsters
Stayed in my crib, ate out my fridge
We was on a grind, even wore the same clothes
My brother, fucked the same hoes
His beef was mine, even had the same foe
We was inseparable, joined at the hip
I let you get the checks, I kept the joints on the hit
And what happened, the sneaky hating
Niggas in your ear and a plan deviating
Snakes in the grass just waiting for the moment
Niggaz on your team and they're really your opponent
Play the game and you know goes booments
Mama said friends come by the dozen
Know I'm feeling for their guns when I hug em'
I hate them from a close, from a distance I could love em'
Frienemies, frienemies
The ones you kept close, the ones you love the most
Frienemies
You know who you kiss, you know who you lift
This shit is getting scary
Frenemies, frienemies
The ones you kept secret, you had plans to make it
Frienemies
You can smell the danger
Over the money best friends become strangers
Bailed you out of jail, wait, let me backtrack
First you came home then I got your ass a deal
Fresh out the can, signed a quarter mill
Running through the paper, buying copes and popping pills
Money got low, you started acting ill
You grew desperation, once again you got nailed
Someone got killed, conspiracy
And even still I bailed you out of jail
Without me you would be facing in a pale
But who knew dis, you would be Judas
But in the process flew you in the world
Put diamonds on your neck like you was my little girl
Put money in your pocket like you was my son Su
Food in your stomach like you was my son Pooh
The streets talk, heard you partnered Tru
Now you talkin' shit like you really wanna do it
A will-wack the type that deceive you
Your mama should have told you never bite the hand that feed you
Caught me off guard, I met you through my man
I let my guards down and accepted you as fam
Told you get a chair, let you eat at the table
Never thought that he would be ungrateful
But guess what, I own the pub and the label
So if a nigga feeling itchy, I got killers on the paper
Frienemies, frienemies
The ones you kept close, the ones you love the most
Frienemies
You know who you kiss, you know who you lift
This shit is getting scary
Frenemies, frienemies
The ones you kept secret, you had plans to make it
Frienemies
You can smell the danger
Over the money best friends become strangers
Hope y'all paying attention, keep y'all eyes open
Hope I ain't wasting my breathe
About this shit that I'm talking about 'cause it's so real
You gotta watch these niggas around you
'Cause you never know whose who now a days
And all of our love we be showing
They might not be showing the same type of love back
Matter of fact they might not be in there for your best interest
See an alterier motive is hard to see when
You've known a person for so long
Or you've became a custom to their ways
But you gotta stay on fifty, you gotta stay on fifty
'Cause you got some people that think like
If niggas is moving fast like that then karma will get em'
But sometimes karma don't come around fast enough
To handle the situation
But sometimes for us to learn a lesson we go way to far
Then the consequences become way too heavy
That's what I'm trying to let learn from experience
And please don't be naive to the fact that the nigga next to you
Could be the nigga that set you up for failure or even kill you
You know how the game go and you gotta watch these bitches
These trifilling bitches, man, they set you up for failure too
You know, they're in there for the money, man, gold digging bitches
It's a fucked up world but you probably won't even get a chance
You know, might put you up in a gang

This is 9 tre news I'm Jimmy Jones here with your weather
We apologize for the drout all week but it looks like thunderstorms
all weekend. We fitting to make it rain on you motherfuckers (Ya Heard Me)
Look Weatherman with that money I make it rain on 'em
Weatherman with that paper I make it rain on 'em
Weatherman with that kitty I make it rain on 'em (YEH)
I make it rain on 'em (YEH) I make it rain on 'em (YESIR)
I'm Rick James I'm rich bitch is what I tell 'em
Just left the bank I took 50 from the teller (CashMoney)
I'm fitting to make it rain so getchu an umbrella
We also make it snow we cocaine gram sellers (That Yayo)
Balling getting high throwing dolla's from the sky (balling)
Big reffer cloud got in storming inside (drizzling)
Foreign outside I'm usually foreign when I drive (Speeding)
A buck sixty feels like you soaring in the sky
Blowing money on the liqiour (Twisted)
At the strip joint blowing money on the bitches (Let it rain)
We standing on the bar throwing money like a pitcher (Get money)
But nigga I ain't slipping got a fully-loaded trigga
And that can cause a heatwave (getchu clapped haa)
That mean you digging you a deep grave
Nigga's Jump yo ass have 'em missing you for 3 days (Where he at?)
Cam says that this nigga's a sucker (fareaal)
So that mean that this nigga's a sucker (Ya heard that? Capo)
I'm the, Weatherman with that money I make it rain on 'em (Balling)
Weathetman with that paper I bought a range on 'em (Capo)
20 grand worth uh money I bought champagne (Do it)
I make it rain on 'em (Do it) Make it rain on 'em (Do it)
Wezzy fucking baby, Get 'em a leash
Young money Dipset you better believe
That gun got me walking like I got irregular knees
I be all over the bread like sesomi seeds
Auto-matic with the money like Reggi for 3 (laughing)
Big birds no Sesame Street, Bitch!
I'm to clean they ain't messing with me
I'm just trying to see my decimals speak
Now these niggas just lighter then some good shit to me (OK)
These niggas sweet like a taheshin treat (OK)
They say I'm full of hot air then I release the heat
Split a nigga from his teeth to feet (Damn)
Know what I'm talking about
Know what I mean like keep the sneaks
I go dollar for dollar, week for week (Yeah)
And Birdman said you niggas is bitches
So that mean you niggas is bitches, And Me?
I'm the Weatherman with that money I make it rain on 'em
Weatherman with that paper I make it rain on 'em
Still Balling after the hurricane
I'm the weatherman with that money I make it rain on 'em
Weatherman with that money I make it rain on 'em
Weatherman with that paper I make it rain on 'em (Yesir)
Weatherman with that kitty I make it rain on 'em (Yeah)
I make it rain on 'em (Yeah) I make it rain on 'em (Yeah)
Look!
Nothing changed I'm still balling like I'm suppose to be
Shot calling like I'm suppose to be
I spoil her like she close to me (Yeah)
Find something bad bag her like groceries
Lifestyles like Six Flags I'm rollercoasterlly
Pockets full of kitty, these niggas ain't getting money like I was
I make it rain on em, they calling scattered showers (WHAT)
I'm the motherfucking Weatherman (Yeah)
Tornado money can't fit it in a rubber band (Naah)
Check the news It's going be a cloudy forecast (And what)
And when I move a couple goons in that R Class (Yesir)
She want a Doughboy nigga that do numbers
A smile like lightning and a ass like thunder (Yeah)
I Shows out and the whores all love it (Love it)
And when it stop drizzling the floors all flooded (Yessir)
In one night blew bezzle on charm money

I'M BACK! I'm on my Dipset shit, 20-30 grand in one pocket, foreign car
outside...living life fast, you niggaz need to catch up, slow pokes
NYC...Here We Go Again!
DIP,DIP SET! I GET ON EXTRA GRIND, I GET ON EXTRA GRIND, I GET ON EXTRA
GRIND...WHEN IT'S, WHEN IT'S REPPIN TIME
WHEN IT'S REPPIN TIME, WHEN IT'S WHEN IT'S REPPIN TIME, WHEN IT'S REPPIN
TIME, WHEN IT'S WHEN IT'S REPPIN TIME
I GET ON EXTRA GRIND, I GET ON EXTRA GRIND
I GET ON EXTRA GRIND WHEN IT'S WHEN IT'S REPPIN TIME (DIP DIPSET!)
WHEN IT'S REPPIN TIME, WHEN IT'S WHEN IT'S REPPIN TIME (DIPSET)
WHEN IT'S REPPIN TIME, WHEN IT'S WHEN IT'S REPPIN TIME (DIP DIPSET!)
It's Dipset Season, you ready to grind? Get money, rep yours, what you know
about that? Everyday we hustle, you hear me, YOU HEAR ME? I got money on my
mind man, we the talk of New York
you niggaz want action, I got a movie for ya!
I'm in the coupe relaxing (like that)
you see the roof collapsing (drop the top!)
I got my paper up although I'm still kufi smacking! (smack the shit out you!)
And it's God fearing, foreign car steering
60 thou Jabar wearing, just beat a trial hearing
You should catch me walking cocky out the courtroom (diddy bopping!)
Like eat my dust, a buck 40 for the Porsche zoom (ZOOOOOOOOOM!)
Back in population (what else?)
we cop drops to race 'em (BALLIIIING!)
we getting money over here WHAT'S YOUR OCCUPATION?!?!
We on top of things, and we got them things (them birds)
But we only sell them birds, you tryna cop a wing? (you a petty hustler)
I know the real Rich...the REAL Richard Porter
RIP he left the hood to us, we own the corners! (HARLEM!)
The bright lights and my big city
my ice bright and the wrist silly (FLOSSIIIIIIING!)
I'm risking Fed time, front page headline
make the pedal hit the floor til the throttle red line!
DIP DIP DIP DIPSET! WHEN IT'S REPPIN TIME, WHEN IT'S WHEN IT'S REPPIN TIME (DIPSET)
WHEN IT'S REPPIN TIME, WHEN IT'S WHEN IT'S REPPIN TIME (DIPSET)
WHEN IT'S REPPIN TIME, WHEN IT'S WHEN IT'S REPPIN TIME (DIPSET)
WHEN IT'S REPPIN TIME, WHEN IT'S WHEN IT'S REPPIN TIME (DIP DIPSET!)
I let my pants sag (why?), so I can show my ass (KISS MY ASS!)
It's twenty g's a pocket, that's cause we blowing cash (that's NOTHING!)
And when the photo's flash (SMILE!), Gallardies going pass
Lights, camera's, autographs..."Wet Willies", call a cab
The fast life is pricey, the time piece is icey (BLINGING!)
And my niggaz moving fish scale just like the Pisces!
Momma raised a thug, lawyers when we face the judge (Kelina!)
This is the chance we take to try and put ya brain on drugs
...and we invade the clubs standing on the furniture
Throwing gang signs, two stepping with our burners tucked (EASTSIIIIDE!)
and we will burn you up like three star alarm
WE ARE THE BOMB HUNDRED G'S ON THE CHARM (Byrd Gang!)
You'd think I own the cleaners how I wash that paper
And now we at the dealer tryna cop all flavors (BALLIIIIIIING!)
We at the dealer dog (yeah), so how you feeling y'all?!?
....just tear the ceiling off, fuck the light we peeling off!
The young and the restless...live life reckless
House money on the necklace the pigs want him arrested
Cause I'm obsessed with the guns and the vest's
cause when you get some cake, the candles come with a death wish!
The rock star living (what else?), the hot cars and women (LAVISH LIFE!)
...the God forgive him, hope the cop cars don't get 'em (SQUALIIIIIIIIE!)
This for them niggaz that...at the club, throwing stacks (BALLIN!)
At Star Wars, they threw two I threw four back!
and I'm back, it's Mr. New York City
My hat to the back, I stay flyer than a Frisbee
We still diddy bopping (yeah)
we still could get it poppin (yeah!)
ain't nothing change but the year of the Range
And the clouds still moving with the squamy (loaded)
and the gangsta's don't die, we get MONEEEEY and move to Miami!
When it's repping time, I get on extra grind

Now I am fresh out of bail
harder flyer than a muthafuck
I dont do the ??
Sumthin like a rubber nut
Sumthin like a hustler
Got it runin through my blood
You aint bout dat money
Well honey I dont give a fuck
trynna ball wit a hoodie on
Cost about a stack
Got my booty shorts on but you cant see da stash
My shawty in da hood said he like it like dat
He put it on me good
and I throw it right back
Im a Playa
Ima pimp
I'll stick ya up for ya cheedar
And all ya chips
Gimme da keys
I want da Juice
Da credit cards, Da dogs and house too
Dey see Im doin me
Dey see Im gettin paid
I still be in da hood
Repersentin for da Days
Mercedes wanna hate
Try to stomp em
Ima Fake
O its all in da game
But im still gettin cake
If you a G
Lemme see
You aint gotta pay for da dinner
Its on me
Lets get it poppin shawty
Lets get it poppin shawty
I get it poppin shawty
Lets get it poppin shawty
We got da cash (Flossin')
Buy out da bars(Ballin')
Drop da tops out da celing
You see da stars (Uh)
We get it poppin shawty (Uh)
I get it poppin shawty (Uh)
We get it poppin shawty (Uh)
We get it poppin shawty (Uh)
Now what bitch dont want me (Who)
Young rich G (Ballin')
Gun beneath da seat
Pushin a hundred on da V (Speedin')
Hand on da rocks two seater what you call dat (Foul)
Lambergini drop
Two divas how ya solve dat (Get Em)
Easy Just loosen up da bra strap
Make em feel sexy
Push dat seat to da coupe back (da celing's missin)
And den you let da breeze do da four play Caress her a little
And den you let da V do da horseplay
Turn da city streets to a horse race
Burn rubber (Vroom)
And word motha I got no cover Hoes love us (Dey love us doe)
And I only fear da Lord above us (Gratefully)
So if you want me come and get me
Make it good muhfucka (I'm neva scared)
Tell da hatas cuff at dat (Chea)
I play wit paper by da ten stack (Cakin)
I love ladies wit a shoe fettish (HA HA)
I tell her baby I got a coupe fettish (You hear dat)
You wanna ride wit a G
Now bout to get it poppin
If you ready for us
Startin wit dem shoppin sprees
Im givin honts so dey know it
Who said love dont cost a thing
Im from da city where da chicks are thick
Blingin on dey neck and wrist
And niggas poppin bottles
While da ladies rock dey hips
You get to know me and i'll teach you somethin
To go from lil money flossin
To doin super stuntin
Im always griindin so Im gettin money
Stick wit me and you'll go far
Dem otha chicks dey come a dime a dozen
You say dat you a G
Well nigga let me see
I'll take you places where you neva thought dat you would be
I got a sassy mouth
And yea I'm from da south
And you could tell because you see my ass and hips poked out
I'm best dressed no doubt
Lets go it aint no thang
Princess im da chick
And dont forget my name
And this here wont change
You betta sho respect
Or we'll really get it poppin

Yeah, it's ya boy...I'm back Byrd Gang
Another rap extravagance classic for you niggaz
WE TRYNA GET PAAAID, CAN I GET SOME BUCKS WITH CHUUUUUU?
GET BLAAAZED, CAN I HIT FROM STUFF WITH CHUUUUUU?
GET BRAAAINS, NIGGA I FUCKS WITH CHUUUUU....
CAUSE WE THEM NIGGAZ YOU LOVING!
WE FUCKS WITH EXPENSIVE HOEEEEEEES....THE BIRD SWANG
AS FAR AS EXPENSIVE CLOTHEEEEEES....IT'S BYRD GANG
NIGGA WE GETTING THIS DOOOOOOOOOOUGH.....
CAUSE WE THEM NIGGAZ YOU LOVING!
If trap is the way out then y'all niggaz stuck there (for' real)
Coffee shops the only way you see Starbucks here (for' real)
And I'm a different story (ha!), feeling out of line
in that deuce so I think I need a whole different story!
Can't judge a book by it's cover
comes to yay you can't judge a brick by it's color (what!)
You only know if it's butter when you put it in the raw
and that watch ain't flooded if you still see the border
If he doesn't hustle, somebody around him does
And if he ain't homie, somebody around him cuz
(Cause?) Cause gangster ain't easily portrayed (nah)
Death before dishonor niggaz easily betrayed
Same niggaz from the sandbox, I bought drops (drops)
One year or two times we can watch the ball drop (ball drop)
We by-coastal you niggaz ain't playing right (nah)
Drive-by and toast you, you niggaz ain't spraying right
Five seven with thirty five homie pitch a buck
Hit the club with the bitches, ma ain't the only one to fuck
Cause my BG's so prolific, you sluts can do whatever
I'm abusing my name buzzing from Brooklyn to Bermuda
Nigga's caught him slipping again, he ain't never shoot us
Bigga caught up pimping again and he ain't neva Scooba
Thousand dollar bags of Buddha, I drop back on my scooter
my Ruger'll do ya like they did Martin Luther Jr
A lil bigger rocking some shoes thinking that they cushy
Lil niggaz got it confused thinking I'm a pussy
Watch how I scream with the team cause the clock is ticking
I gotta lean when I squeeze cause the glock be kicking
I be blowing on the stank, blowing on the dank
my quarter across the border I ordered what it drink
Got ya daughter caught up in loops all up in the lane
All in the paint, we balling and caught up in the mix.....OWWW
We do it to the death, a hundred hoopties I done wrecked (Capo!)
I got a bitchy attitude but stay super duper fresh (stay fly!)
My shooters do the rest (bang bang), put the product on the curb
if I'm not out of town I'm up in Harlem on the curb
Or handling B. I, in the office with my feet up
Stay running through the city, stay cautious if you see us
Been known for going hard, be flossing off the meter (balliiiiin!)
We gotta stay fly, Austin to the sneakers
I love the purple, stay coughing off the reefer (stay high)
Break the speed limit something sporty with a heater (speediiiiin!)
You fuckboys, you'll never be like us (not at all)
Stunting at the light, in a 07' Spyder
Behind the G-wall, I know several lifers (Eastside!)
Eight forty eights they was heavy in the Vipers (balliiiiin!)
Six forty five, cherry and it's piped up

Lemme two-twelve wit' you for second
True story
Cold sweats (sweaty sheets)
From bad dreams (nightmares)
I hope the Feds don't grab the team
Cause we been labeled as the trouble makers (DipSet)
We sell whole pies so you ain't got to cut the cake up
Tell no lies, so the Lord come and take us (solemnly swear)
Praise to Allah, hope the Lord He forsake us (pray for me)
And outlaws is what it made us
We live the fast life, and so we ball out major (ballin')
Until I see a ribbon in the sky
Cop plush cars put ribbons on the ride (full speed ahead)
Due to my political ties
I can't roll around without the drip in the ride (East Side)
And if my gun boys ain't hear of ya
You're lightweight I get the young boys to murder ya
You're looking at a cracker's worst nightmare
Young, black, rich and with a fresh pair Nikes
Boy you talk about my life here
Fuck wit OGs that put dice in the mirror
And they tell me that life's but a gamble
The media will turn your whole life into a scandal
Put my emotions aside (why?)
Cause they can never take my alive (no)
I'm a ride (I'm a ride)
And don't cry (don't cry)
Cause Momma raised hell of a thug (I'm a thug)
And if I'm standing in front of the judge
Guess what?
He can never take me alive (no)
I'm a ride (I'm a ride)
And don't cry (don't cry)
Poured off Bentley
Looking like steroids
Jetson car, I'm looking like Elroy
Maserati lookin' like a shark on land
Neiman Marcus edition, contraband
Neiman Marcus I'm in it, shopping and
Five thousand spent on pants, man (man)
Bitches love it, niggas want it
So bad they wanna take it, but I kill 'em for it (huh)
Believe me, I'm like a bear that ain't get his porridge
You better stay out the forest, warning
It's Santana he fucks,
Money man, make you do a handstand for the bucks
I see you clear, my antennas is up
And that hand-scale is still in my pocket
What you want? (What you want?)
Dough boys in the trap, where ya at? (where ya at?)
Coke dealer's in the hood, what's good? (what's good?)
Boy getting them bricks with the stamp on the shit
Well come meet the man that's stamping them bricks (us)
Fly wit' the Byrds, or lie wit' the dirt
Your corpse, flies will emerge
They say your enemies is close, your friends even closer
Listening to 'Pac up ten in the roaster (speeding)
Now, do you wanna ride or die?
Blowin' smoke in the air, getting high as the sky (that purple)
I'm drunk staring B
I need therapy
The paranoia got me thinking conspiracy
Paper on the brain, the brain on the yayo
I make it off the plane I'm a land to a payroll
My right hand to God, put my right hand in the jar (that mixture)
And it all come back, like grams of the hard
You heard of us, the murders, the most shady (DipSet)
Been on the low lately, the Feds hate me (Jones)
They try to put cuffs on me and my assailants
When I push fees through the streets, they be tailing (speeding)
They try to catch me out of bounds
They know I got pistols if you catch me outta town (loaded)
A thug changes, and love changes

BYRD GANG WE GET MONEY....
WE WON'T STOP, WE DESTINED TO BLOW
I'MA TAKE MY NIGGAZ AND BITCHES WHEREVER I GOOOO
SO DON'T FORGET ABOUT ME, DON'T FORGET ABOUT MEEEE....
I KNOW I KNOOOOOOW
Now due to me (JONES!)
Me and my truancy (NINE TREY!)
Running through the streets since early puberty! (YOUNG NIGGAZ!)
What influenced me (let em know)....it was the jewelry
Tryna get cash so I can do it like the older G's (BALLIIIING!)
The 80's...big thick rope chains
life was all crazy getting rich off cocaine (TRUE STORY NIGGA)
...so I been caught up dog, nothing like Usher (no).....
more like a hustler (yep)
all night with customers, tryna get my paper up (right)
Jealousy, envy....gotta watch, they'll spray you up
But it was something bout the gun play....
rolling dice on blocks, double parked up on a one way (TRIPS NIGGA!)
And breaking law was the norm' (yep), the club break about 4 in the morn'd
So we parking lot pimp, hit the diner for some grub
The squad type thick you know I'm rolling with the thugs
Now as I roll up my window (R-Class), blaze up the indo (that purple!)....
get tore down for my homies in the pen (miss you Zeke)
I'm ma take you the Cali with me (WESTSIDE!)....
know ya dress code, heavy sag on ya Dickies (B'S & C'S!)
You catch me out in Houston, and usually we can slow it up (slow motiooon)
And get screwed, get a deuce and we can throw it up!
ATL sharp, if you balling and you make it rain (BALLIIIING!)
"I'm in love with a stripper", alcohol on ya brain
Fast track life, the shit is uncanny (I LOVE IT)
When it come to birds fly south to Miami (OPIUM!)
Weather like 80 (sunny), drop-top Mercedes (BALLIN)
"Sai Pa Say", on the block in Little Haiti
Chicago is the wolves, the bears, and the gangster's (you hear that?)
2 12'N with the OG's, tryna get the answers
And all these O. T trips got me tired
drive the wheels til they fall off

Yo, it definitely is a concrete jungle
And yet, there's more to life than misery
We have to have unity in our community
We have to work together brothers and sisters (I'm from the ghetto)
Yeah this is Dr. Ben, I'm with Jim Jones (Lord knows, I was on the run confused)
DipSet forever (shit)
We're talking about a concrete jungle (yeah it sure is a jungle)
Life or Death, you have to choose life (I done seen it all, at least I think I seen it all)
I'm with my concrete jungle, no Tarzans and Janes (no swinging from vines)
Diesel by the bundles, and the hard grams of 'caine (we on our grind)
D's when they come through; it's hard to get some change
Smoking weed getting drunk, in the car for a flame (slow down nigga)
Yeah I see the traffic, but we dipping on the shoulder (break laws)
Winter start to set in, it's only getting colder (dress warm)
And I miss you all my political soldiers
Most are doing life for moving bricks or doing hold-ups
Damn I know we caught up in the fast life
Some life a fiend when they caught up on the glass pipe (we pookie out here)
Me, I'm still caught up from last night
Same clothes from the club, on the block getting cash right (I'm on my G though)
Damn, you know this world full of misery (pray for me)
Some get tore up 'til they hurl off the liquor B (gettin twisted)
Somebody told me that the girls need the chivalry (fuck a bitch)
That's why I cop ice 'til they ass get the shivers B
Ain't nothing sweet living in this ghetto (ain't nothing sweet about it)
Been there, done that, running in the streets (running wild)
Now put your lighters to your head, nigga ride
I'm trying to make the most of my hustler (I gotta hustle)
Been there, done that, so I can live out all my dreams (live out my dreams)
Now put your lighters to your head, nigga ride
For the coke I would sleep hard
But the game drove me nuts, in the streets, I'm a full-fledged retard
Was the city block overseer
Man your life is Chuck E. Cheese, mine is a pizzeria
How many pies I done flipped?
I lost count
How many guys I done gave shit?
I lost count
Holding, but I can't ignore cheating
Any day your life could be the hot topic at that board meeting
They discussing who'll stretch you for your trees
For your thievery, you living, you breathing for no fucking reason
That's how it is when you make a man
That's why your man's gotta learn to make himself
Then you shake his hand
Man, I'm into catching heavy clams
And when Dezzy cans when it comes to dumping I got heavy hands
Ain't gonna be right for your picking jet
This is ours, the square is where we eat, this our kitchenette
I let my temper hit the floor
I be staring through the mirror as I serenade my halls
I'm fond of the juices that marinate they drawers
My shorty, she bank a carrot with the four, cause
If you take us out, the streets will evolve
Some niggaz they live to eat, some niggaz eat to survive
And my conscience keep disturbing me, fucking with my energy
Niggaz that I thought was friends, really the enemy
Dear Lord please grant me the serenity
To accept the things that I cannot change
Locked up for eight years and ain't join no gangs
Been converted to true nigga, I'm as real as they come
And any moment I have you staring the barrel of my gun
Put my dick up in the streets, but I'm married to the slums
Put the chips up in the ante and tally up the sum
I'm having fun, hitting the fiends in the allies with some jums
Alright, yeah but in choosing life, you got choices (oh yeah)
The jungle is full of everything
It's the mother and the father of creation (ain't nothing sweet about it)
But listen up, you have to choose something for yourself
Do something for yourself, make something of yourself
That's what time it is (don't let go)
Go strong, be strong, stand for something in life (all my young soldiers)
Yeah, concrete jungle
I can feel it, I can smell it (sometimes it gets hard)
Jim Jones is spitting truth, the power (don't let 'em pull your car over)
Now and forever more
Making life the way it should be
Ain't nothing sweet about it
Make me want to scream and shout it

Got this problem with these niggaz on the other side of town
Plus my little homey Pop-la-di he's a rider now
So you know he want some answers off top he ridin down
With them automatic weapons, load and fire in the pound (bang bang)
Hood devestated, prayin that they let him make it
Heard it 'bout the incident, it's crazy how he just got faded (it's fucked up)
But it's better places, G's call it heaven's Matrix
Pray the Lord open up, they told me how heaven's gated (let a thug in)
Certified, decorated
Murder never hesitated, I heard it was premeditated (who told you that)
And my whole hood segregated
Harlem World's so small, but my whole ghetto dedicated (Eastside, Westside)
We was young, loose cannons
Shoot cannons, point aim, broad day, wherever you standin (fuck that do it now)
We live our life as a G
Day and, night with the heat, rollin dice on the street
Now come on
Do doves fly, when thugs cry?
Here's a story 'bout the trials and tribulations of this thug life
Now, play the game, know the code, say no names
Fast life ain't no game, R.I.P. Baby Main
He was large in the game, slingin thangs
Shiny rings, diamond chains, he's a star in my hood (he was ?)
All the cars, V12 by the hood
Had the jets, had the strip, had the power, he was livin that life
New whips every hour, it's a shame, in my hood
He'll be missed like the Towers in the midst of the prowess
Not to put his business out there (uh-huh)
But the kid'll make you think that Po Rich was out here (like '86)
And in these stories it mainly contain the lobby
About the young and the restless like Harlem's main {?}
We light and chill, each night we would chill
Block number, fifty-{?}-seven, movin white for them bills
Stashin open rice for it stales, I tried to tell you
That my life is so real, they dog me in and bring me home nine-trey
Took the city on my own crime raid (N.Y.C.)
Invadin clubs, with brazy bloods (tell 'em)
Tell Peter Geisha what's up, back to the saga, when Light got killed
It's like one side of my life is killed, for real
And Chills turned state fed, couldn't deal with a state bed
But snitchin breaks the code, gotta lie in your made bed (you know the rules)
No sympathy homey, you gotta follow them codes

Spent 20 mill in like 6 years
So I'm jus drinkin rosay so I can piss tears
Another bottle jus another pain

Featuring: Juelz Santana, Jim Jones
And I've been running in the streets all day
And I've been looking at the stars all night
It got me thinking how can I get away
It got me thinking about a perfect day
And I could tell you something we both know
We can hustle but the streets get cold
And I've been thinking how can I get away
It got me thinking 'bout a perfect day
She got the babysitter watching the kids
She gettin' sexy and her hair all did
She gonna party all her troubles away
She must be thinking 'bout a perfect day
We could be anywhere in the World
But we right here
We gon' be right here
For this perfect day
Got me thinking 'bout a perfect day
My perfect day
No work today
Got me thinking 'bout the breeze when the sun get hot
On a water surface play
Nah no turf today
Told my man throw his work away
I got a fool proof plan
Make a couple of mil
And I think it's gonna work today ay
And I could tell you something we both know
We can hustle but the streets get cold
And i've been thinking how can I get away
It got me thinking about a perfect day
She got the babysitter watching the kids
She gettin' sexy and her hair all did
She gonna party all her troubles away
She must be thinking 'bout a perfect day
We could be anywhere in the world
But we right here
We gon' be right here
For this perfect day
Got me thinking 'bout a perfect day
No gunshots no caskets
No sirens flashing
No V's no police
No handcuffs no rips no lashes
We drunk no crashes
Twist it up no passes
No sticks no skins
No seeds we blowing the finest grasses
And i've been running in the streets all day
And i've been looking at the stars all night
It got me thinking how can I get away
It got me thinking about a perfect day
And I could tell you something we both know
We can hustle but the streets get cold
And i've been thinking how can I get away
It got me thinking 'bout a perfect day
She got the babysitter watching the kids
She gettin' sexy and her hair all did
She gonna party all her troubles away

Come on, come on
Come on give me that double give me that double, Give it to me
You never knew what it took to get here
They say life dont stop for no one
So I'm going back in my people
This what ya'll wanted right? You said you wanted the truth
So I solemnly swear, that the truth be told I'm thuggin to the day I die
It's Dipset, it's more than just music now
It's a way of life, it's more than the 200 hundred years of blood sweat and tears
Ho stand me? For all my ballers, my day crawlers... It's bigger than Nino Brown
[Chorus]
Take a walk, lets slide
Take a journey wit ya' boy and lets ride
You dont even need a seat belt homie
Cause where I'm bout to take you
You dont need nothin' homie
And I don't need nothin' on me
But a bottle purple juice and my weed smoke homie
I just need you in the zone, take ya' oastar off and make yaself at home
It must of been a obsession, Had to make it large (Dreams)
Started my progression, I'd stay stayed with the huds (Down South)
Now it's private jets, smokin' haze what the stars (G4)
Quarter mill write the check is how we for the car (What's The Price?)
Switchin' lanes up 7th, Are we racin' the cars (Harlem)
But the boys still stressin', I'm facin' the charge (Yay-Ya Be Trippin')
Still prayin' to God, Cause lifes not promised, not even manana (Fuck tomorrow)
Remember movin' bricks, paranoid bout ehanas
Or even at the club, an them boys and then behind us
I'm chasin' death, gettin' closer to 30 (Gettin Older)
Sunny outside, but the work is dirty
Days out, Harlem nights, over in Jersey
In my rare view goin' home cause the vultures is thirsty (I See Em)
Pull that doubt you won't catch me in traffic
Dark tints on the V, when I lack it's the ratchet, bastidd
[Chorus]
Take a walk, lets slide
Take a journey wit ya' boy and lets ride
You dont even need a seat belt homie
Cause where I'm bout to take you
You dont need nothin' homie
And I don't need nothin' on me
But a bottle purple juice and my weed smoke homie
I just need you in the zone, take ya' oastar off and make yaself at home
Now I'm the leader of the pack, Can't help to think back
How I was eager to sell crack, I thought it was the shit (Damn)
When they talk about my influence, I thought of uncle Ricky (Uncle Ricky Wha's Good)
He used to call up on his flip, he start snortin' on his shit
The same life had me gas'd, when I bought my first vic
I was heavy on the gas, when I bought my first whip
I thought I was the shit, you couldn't tell me nothing
I was 16, I told the teacha "You can feel me fuck em" (Feel Me Nigga)
Just any suits, pullin' up to club in Beamer coups
Gettin' cash (Gettin' Cash)
We livin' fast (Fast)
Different women every night, couple of bitches clashed (Fuck You Bitches)
I just laughed (Ha ha ha ha ha ha, Now Listen)
I almost got wiped out on the wave, Thought 11 was tsunami
For the prices of the yay (Fuck The City Up)
The hustlas, they know the saga of the story (I Know The Story)
We live sucka free and show problems to authority
[Chorus]
Take a walk, lets slide
Take a journey wit ya' boy and lets ride
You dont even need a seat belt homie
Cause where I'm bout to take you
You dont need nothin' homie
And I don't need nothin' on me
But a bottle purple juice and my weed smoke homie
I just need you in the zone, take ya' oastar off and make yaself at home
One... Two, Feds comin' for you
Three... Four, Betta' watch the law
Five... Six, If you start pumpin' bricks
Seven... Eight, hope it ain't heavy weight
Ferrari dreams, feds spooked me in my nightmare
I tried to scream like Freddy Kruegers' in my nightmare (Livin' For The Fame)
So a nigga scared to go to sleep
Until the day break, I'm tearin' up the street
Porsche'n with the clutch, ballin' like the play off's
Top goin' 40 on the floor, with the safe off
12 car convoyed a road full of race cars
Till' the pilot give me 5 minutes before he take off (Roll Up)
[Chorus]
Take a walk, lets slide
Take a journey wit ya' boy and lets ride
You dont even need a seat belt homie
Cause where I'm bout to take you
You dont need nothin' homie
And I don't need nothin' on me
But a bottle purple juice and my weed smoke homie
I just need you in the zone, take ya' oastar off and make yaself at home
That's my conclusion... See it's the fast life we livin'...
So I'm ah tell you, if you in the left lane
keep going cause they right on your heels nigga (Squalieee)
And if they catch you, that's your ass...
And if you blink nigga, your life could be over (We Got No Time For Sleep)
I keep sayin' the rap game is like the crack game
Cause we could all end up dead or in jail
They got us under surveillance...
And to all my niggas behind the g-wall (My Soldiers)
Inhale, exhale... Shake your nuts if you have to (East Side)
And all the political soldiers that ain't never comin' home (RIP Too)
To all my homies, East Side...
While you in your cell, raise hell to this (Roll Call)
I do this for ya'll (Dipset)... I feel ya' pain (I'm On The Same Route)
I know what it's like hittin' the streets at ah early age to deal cocaine (It's Ah Cold World)
Survival, It's all about the struggle (We Gotta' Eat)...
So I dedicate this to you (My Soldiers)
Keep your head up and your eyes open...
Stay focused, It's us against them
I'd never let them take me alive, take me alive..

Featuring: Jim Jones, Sen City
I trwat her body like the fast life
and ima need my heart back
I told her play Rihanna let me beat it up
and you can have her if your cash right
she party all over in the night in town
I think I seen her last night
in my Ferrari strolling with the windows down
treat her body like the fast life
Until she told me slow it down, but im just trynna speed it up
I told her play Rihanna let me beat it up
And ima need my heart back, the pain is like a heart attack (x2)
And ima need my heart back, its feeling like a heart attack (x2)
And all of that
Now tell me have you seen her
My lil ballerina a freak just like Athena
With a body like a Trina, she a fucking head turner
A thorough bread earner
I told her let me hit it like Ike & Tina Turner
And She only rock pumps and I ain't talking bout shotties
Blood up on her shoes like she caught a fucking body
She a bad bitch, couple thousand a bag bitch
Love them fast whips, told her name it I crashed it
And ima need my heart back, the pain is like a heart attack (x2)
And ima need my heart back, its feeling like a heart attack (x2)
And all of that
I think I seen her on my last flight
Going to another party out of town
I met her in my past life
Jodeci I'm feeling when she not around
I hit her body like a crack pipe I think my high is coming down
But I'm just tryna speed it up
I told her play Rihanna let me beat it up
( Sen city)
I seent her on 34th
I was riding by in the Porche
I woulda gave her a compliment
But I'm tied up on the phone shorty arguing
Okay.. Okay I cheat, i cheat but she good
She ain't ever ever gotta walk a block in the hood
She just throw it in the bag with her little pretty ass
Red wine in a glass end the night of with a gasp
And ima need my heart back, the pain is like a heart attack (x2)
And ima need my heart back, its feeling like a heart attack (x2)

catch me in soho getting stupid flies
or catch me uptown getting super fly, can hold me?
or catch me just riding my coupe's fly
the beast, train setter, never pan better,
yeah i love my bags but the bet better
going after u niggers is a vendetta
she saw the car when your girl start getting wetter
and she was hot but i didn't sweat her
cause i'm way too cool you can't get a sweater
i'm in the club with the 2000
and they say birds of a feather flock together
...so you and you get in drop together
it was cool outside not the hottest weather
but a nigger still started jumping on them
and we pull into the paper
funky fresh impress ready to part
funky fresh impress ready to part
everybody jones, everybody jones
everybody jones, everybody jones
like oh my god, you guys isn't that like jim jones
he's just totally amazing, do you know that he did that song
i mean, what it's called, popping germaine?
i got more kicks that jack chan
in the face black sand
and i used to sell smack like a bad can
and i see through you niggers like a
and fuckers getting like a lap dance
they say i'm a rock star like the gap
it's new i pull into the night club
i got them jordan number 6 out of fight club
sway still in seats all piped up, and we ain't leave the club until the lights out
one more bottle
everyday i stay splashy like it's easter
that's why they say i'm some like a fashion easter
wow some, bow some, pass the reefer
i turn the shit black and yellow, tape khalifa
i'm so fly, tell me where i'm landing
i hope of some hot nigger where we tanning
funky fresh impress ready to part
funky fresh impress ready to part
funky fresh impress ready to part
everybody jones, everybody jones
how many pairs of livers ons do i have to have before jim jones is gonna fucking talk to me
i like i wanna give him his own hash talk or something

Jim Jones what it is homie
Killa Cam, Freekz Zeeky, Juelz whats happ'nin
Hey 'a aye... yea yea yea 'a aye
T.I.P. nigga y 'a y yeeah. Aye a aye
I'm up in Harlem to put it down wit my muthafuckin folks
Dipset bitch. A town to muthafuckin NY
nigga you already know what it is. Bankhead
C-rod, Grand Hustle, Diplomats
you dont like it kill yaself nigga. Lets go
Late night straight white fa ya base pipe
No mo quarter O's get ya weight right
Crack rock black glock kept it waist height (hey)
It hit ya mug you dont imagine what ya face like
American pie I'm tellin you guys
you want beef wit us well who the fucks preparin you guys
We sparin you guys get buried alive
What you rushin fa, act like you in a hurry to die
Some I let 'em fly 'fore I let that ride
I paralize ya like Supermans horseback ride nigga
Walk up on ya car and scorch dat ride
Flat tires, glass shattered wit a corpse inside
A town break down straight pounds of dro'
Still deal if you want 10 birds or mo
Pimp Squad, Dipset I know ya heard before
If we called you a bitch you deserved it hoe. Aye
I cop bricks of the crack (dat yayo)
And take it to my block, strip or my trap, my block strip is so trapped
Cops quick wit a strap, and you'll be scared shitless
How they where the big fifth and load up flares and biscuits
I'll take ya bitch from you, bring her back wit smeared lipstick (She Mine)
You can compare ballistics, but it's mere physics (Pimpin)
I'm 2-3's on drops, I used to play hoopties on blocks
plottin man like who he gon pop
In this tragic city, now I'm Bankheadin
4 tens headin down in ATL's Magic City
Yes the stash is pretty, and the mag hold 50
We take ova towns, then send the Rovers 'round
Lookin fa hoes to pound, ya local hoochie spot
Lookin fa hoochies hot, to get they coochie popped
I love the titty bars, I love my niggaz pa
Dipset, Pimp Squad yo lets get it pa
Yeah already trill niggaz in this bitch
UGK know what I'm sayin. Thats off top fool
You already know. Wreck it boyz. Go down like that
What up Jones. Dipset nigga
Bitch my Cadillac is candy and my pistol is pearl
My best friend is a pimp and his bottom bitch is ya girl
I got them 84's that clank, the big diamonds that blank
Plus them hoes that pop pills, smoke kill, and sip drank
Fuck what ya think I'm tryin to tell you how life is give it and take it
My lil brotha in the pen, where niggaz shiv'rin and shakin
We got a million dollar team, wit one gone
So I'm takin my 500 to flip in the game
to have somethin for 'em when he come home
My two older brothers locked up, both of 'em smokin
Principals gon be fucked up my lil neices and nephew heartbroken
Seein Daddy in a cage at that age, it fuck ya mind up
So at this stage in the game I gots to really get my grind up
So you gon see me in yo city doin a verse or a show
Or maybe even servin these niggaz a couple of dem thangs on the low
Dipset affiliated so you can hate it or love it
But it you keep pushin ya luck bitch my middle fingers gon shove it

I gotta see how that thing sound but I got it
I'ma come right in wit it Dipset, uh
If theres a need to confront ya babe
I'll let the nina come punch ya babe (DIPSET!!)
Fur beavers big blunts and things
Byrd Gang Byrd Gang (OW!)
Nigga I'll leave you bleedin on ya door slot
Max B look like Derek Jeter on the short stop (uh)
I'll put the heater to ya soft spot
Waive the nina and make ya adiddas do the short stop (uh)
You don't want it wit me b
Dickie under the snorkel heat and the mean v
Bend ya main bitches over give'em the wee wee
Big gun up close in ya face 3-D (uh)
I'll put the thing near ya ear Let it bang near ya ear
Fivic grand crew haters linger in the air
Clothes fit right like the finger in ya beer
Last week hit anger in the rear
Jim came threw he gave me the chain and couple of 'guettes in my ear
Now the bird swingin off the thermo
Tre pound tucked bitch I don't give a fuck bitch
Shit I treats this game like it's 88
Nauti' sweats no socks hopped out the range wit the paper plates
Hopped on the plane wit the bathing apes
Hopped off the plane ta see the hatian face so pound nigga (sa pa say!)
We gangsta rappin gettin dough from this violence (east side!)
I'm talkin G4's blowin haze smoke from the piolet (purple!)
I chartered that flight cause it was lookin kinda rainy
Now i'm known ta bring the goons out like that nigga John Chaney (Goonies!)
Or catch me up on the hill in the whip doing 80 (Dimelo!)
Till the police pulled me over and the whip smelled all hazy
What you know about that cash get you thrown up in the trash
I'll put a gun up in ya mouth and have you blow it out yo ass
Blunt up in my mouth blowin out the grass
show you how to stunt, pockets loaded wit the cash
show you how to dump semi loaded ready ta blast
I'll roll up on you chumps I got this whole shit in a smash
Yo Now when I'm crusin threw harlem I get my bunky charn on
Gotta dunny dunk broad wit a dunky dunk car
I get all that chronic straight from them honky tonk guys
You junior muthafuckas I'm donkey don kong
I just left Jacob and he got me chunky on arm
now I'm on my way to go smoke a dunky don bong
I brought DA BAND out and I ain't talkin puffy sean combs
Dem drums turn into guns goin brrrrump ba bump bump
Now ya mind out ya body
You wonder I got nine in the party I was high in it prolly
Doggy, I put the kam in the kazi you need it pa
Holla I might go guide you, poppy its the guy
Call me cardan tho
been passed dem, bust, if, aint
We ain't wit the village fags nah we on lennox ave
you mad, go get ya dad you fag, you fit for drag

Featuring: Ashanti, Jim Jones
Verse 1 Jim Jones:
And i know our reltionship i neglekted
So im hopin this apology you'll accept it
And i know up in ya mind you feel disrepekted
Just think about the time that you invested
But somewhere along the line we got diskonnekted
And you tell me i was wrong so i stand korrekted
You aint up here in the mall girl i kant accept it
And so a woman skorned is wat this man was left wit
I got her feelin like no otha option
Back against the wall love got ha boxed in
Fightin wit a hard love got ha boxin
And all those bruises on ha soul like she was fightin Hopkins
Chorus Ashanti:
See i dont want to love you anymore
And i dont want to touch you anymore
Im changin all tha locks thats on this door
So gone so goooone
I used to give you every piece of me
Until you fucked around and lost that key
I used to really love you now i think nothin of you
You aint gotta kum back no more kuz im goone
Verse 2 Ashanit:
see i was wit you
i split it wit you
i lived it wit you
did it even when i didnt wanna do it just to let you know i was different from the rest put an "s'' on my chest
to relieve all your stress when i gave you my best
you betrayed what was left
and i didnt understand now im leaving
im so gone movin on
and i aint gotta take ya shit no more
Chorus
Said i dont wanna love you
And i dont wanna touch you
Nope i dont think nothin of you
Aye ayyyyyeeee aye
Said i dont wanna love
And i dont wanna touch you
Nope i dont think nothin of you
Yeah ayyyyeeee wooooaaaahhhh

chorus
says i've been gone for way too long
meet me at the baggage claim .. phone
listen shit on the line home
and i can tell you if she locked tight
i can tell you at the shit club right
and i can tell you what a bedroom look like
every time we are out bitch we're gonna have a good night
and none of this happening when we're all visual
hustle in the cold with the .. hand
try to pitch my hands .. frost spitting
look at this .. frost spitting
we used the bodies like a mortician
get caught don't speak like autism
look at her
nigger hit the
all you had lost is vision
can't approach life with more precision
at this point i don't want the way for collision
.. in the hood where we smoked some .. cops
they say i am rapping like a pistol in a ..
he said 30 is the new 20
.. in us if you buy a few 20s
..the dealer satellite 2-20
holding beef on my sleep so i don't lose any
never friends with the blue pennies
plastic cups .. handy
on the corners where we shut
niggers still talking about
black .. but it cooked white
and in the morning .
chorus
and i am none but a holler nigger
i sell drugs i never was a rubber nigger
we use death for the last resort
and i blue two stack at the last resort
.. we was blowing out .. on my 25 ..
i am losing sleep we hit the tails like we should
you can call ma chris brown cause i hit your bitch
..it was love at first sight when i saw her coming
..bullets in the fucking air meter

I wear a mean dark pair a shades
(You know we can't have one a nuthin')
(So we had to double up)
You can't see my eyes unless my head is bent
Dipset..
REMIX!!!!
We fly high, no lie, you know this (Ballin!)
Foreign rides, outside, it's like showbiz (ladies)
We stay fly, no lie, you know this (remix)
Hips and thighs, oh my, stay focus
PC blowticious, Lamborghini, its audicious
From Harlem to Hollywood I'm still hood,
500 horses stuffed in my Ferarri hood
Fuck niggas talk bout MCs on my hills
Hip hop was dead and killa gave me the will
Black car fever got this nigga feelin ill its the shop for a now nigga givin out deals
(Its all about the Benjamen's baby)
I'm flying off Lennox, in the Bentley all crazy
The roof top as I am showin my ass,
I brought New York back ya niggas ain't got a chance
We fly high, no lie, you know this (Ballin!)
Foreign rides, outside, it's like showbiz (ladies)
We stay fly, no lie, you know this (remix)
Hips and thighs, oh my, stay focus
I ain't gon' lie I'm fucked up ,if we all die then we all shall
The only one thang gonna get us by and thats the ball game,
Then buy me a lonely crib 50 on the dog tag, Cracks on the deal thats twenty mill
And you thought i have gone mad, naw I had to gone Grab the spida at the red light,
Blue florescent head light, you better get your bread right,
You ain't a baller, you chase checks I check write, even wen I got a dog outside on my neck right
Hey ya hold up, pick a restaurant Chows or Chin Chin
Now pick a car, which one I ain't been in,
Pick a watch as long as the hand spinnin
Pick a actress which one I ain't swim in
The yachts still on the deck
Retirement plan i dropped it on her neck
I'm still spending old money , Benjamen's remix 10 Year gold money mothafuckas
We fly high, no lie, you know this (Ballin!)
Foreign rides, outside, it's like showbiz (ladies)
We stay fly, no lie, you know this (remix)
Hips and thighs, oh my, stay focus
500 on the Bentley, 50 g's on the Caddy, 100 gs on my bar
Cuz we boat living large
Doin my thang wit this uptown swang
Nigga get it how we live like money ain't a thang
I be stunnin on them thangs everytime u see me Swang everytime u see me hang
Best believe I got that thang.
Pop up at the club nigga show them hoes love
Cuz they kno we make it rain so they show us gangsta love
Its like Im skating on ice like Christie Yamaguchi
Sit up in the Chevy eating blowfish sushi
550 mint colored benz me n' Jin wit the back cab twins blowin out booty
Hair real block cuz u kno we gettin coofy,iceberg drop nigga now ridin goofy,
28 inches in the air, kno I'm ballin cuz my whole Wrist pink and my neck kinda bluey (dro)
We fly high, no lie, you know this (Ballin!)
Foreign rides, outside, it's like showbiz (ladies)
We stay fly, no lie, you know this (remix)

When I'm dippin on the grind I get my money quick
But sometimes I wanna lay up wit my honey dip
She be wit me cause she aint like all them other chicks
Let you hit, then she split, that's why I got a honey dip
From the club to the telly you know how it is
Most of the chicks I never tell em where a nigga live
Tryna reach me at my mansion or my mother crib
Hit my cell, hit my two, now I'm at my honey dips
Yo we talked about 8, said I was comin thru to hit
Now its wee hours in the mornin and I'm drunker than a bitch
Stumblin and shit, I jumped up in the whip
Flipped open the horn like where's my honey dip
And bitch fuck ya man tonite, you know my steelo
Sizzurp wit the Cristal, the corners playin cee-lo
You see me well you jus smile you know we on the le-low
I'm whippin thru the town like we boilin up a kilo
Huh, I'm tryna dip up in the tele
Dip up in the room, then dip up in her belly
Dip off on Pirelli's, Dip-Sets Fonzarelli
My white t-shirt, lookin dip up in my Pelle
Smokin weed up in the Range
Full speed left lane
Its me against the world, M.O.B. up in my vein
Wit another nigga girl, gettin low to give me brain
If the bitch about the cause you aint gotta spit no game
You know I'm lookin for a honey dip
But I'm no dummy, most these bunnies
are money hungry and lookin for a money clip
So after the brother hit
I'll tell a honey dip
She won't see a contact, address nor buddy list
I aint on some hubby shit
That lovey dovey shit its nuttin trick I'm suttin slick you couldn't get
enough of it
How a slugger jus slide up thru the check in
Wit that linin on the Wesson
Hundred diamonds on my neck and wrist shit
I'm rich bitch, rhymings my profession
Watch how I do this stupid grindin and perfectin
Who's flyer when I step in got em spyin every second, cause that 06
Charger remind em of a 7
Yes man I'm so fresh the pro mess wit bread honey
My jeans 800, these are called Red Munkey
The flossin is gone, come talk to a Don fly enough to belong on a
catwalk in Mulan.....holla
I got me a lovely chick, I got me a slutty chick, I got em all, but my
favorite one is my honey dip
She get drunk wit me, roll the piff up wit me
Throw singles at other hoes in the strip club wit me
She do anything for jus one quicky
She a nympho chick
For this slow dick
She give no lip, she jus go get
The paper I ask her for, my bitch so quick
Plus she know every Santana song and she don't mind puttin the damn bandana on
Slap her ass tell her dance in this thong
She do it all for daddy
She move it all for daddy...Aye Aye
She get a brick and she boof it all for daddy
Hit the road shake the State Troopers off for daddy
And she bring all that paper back

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Jimmy, Jimmy I been callin you all muthafuckin day.
You on that Birdgame Dipset bullshit.
You got me real muthafuckin mad.
I went to the bathroom to rinse my muthafuckin mouth out
after suckin your muthafuckin dick and I find that you leave me a hundred dollars.
Whats up wit that bullshit you coulda least left me a muthafuckin?.
I ain't gettin shit out this muthafuckin relationship
but a muthafuckin dipset tattoo What the fuck is up with that?
I ain't fuckin with you no more.
But when you get this message call me.

Rumors that were said, shot in cold blood
Two up in my head, can't talk phone bugged
Somebody want me dead, but I'm still flossin'
I rock my jewelry through the scurriest streets
I keep my ears to the streets
And I ain't scared of police
Lord knows that I got various beefs
So could you pray for the week
You know the rules play on the sheet
So we hustle everyday of the week
That's why we fuck up all the paper we see
We hit the clubs, fuckin ladies for free
Getting drunk, off and hazin' the V
And every couple days we get sweeped
Around the clock we bumpin' and clickin'
You gotta watch cause when they come they be blitzin'
Now this is for my homies and my thugs
One million in the truck, and the chrome full of sluts (Fully Automatic!)
You fuckin phonies you'll get plugged (Boom!..Bang!)
I'm a ghetto nigga for life
The streets is in my blood (DIPSET!)
Now this is for my homies and my thugs
One million in the truck, and the chrome full of sluts (Fully Automatic!)
You fuckin phonies you'll get plugged (Boom!..Bang!)
I'm a ghetto nigga for life
The streets is in my blood (BYRDGANG!)
Ya niggaz dyin', while you other niggaz is hidin'
Might be strapped, but you runnin' and ain't ridin'
So I'm slidin' to the place down the hill
Where the homies is murda and when its poppin' down to kill
On the real
The only way a motherfucker try to survive
Is knowin' that he 'bout to die, and ride
I told Face he was the realest in the game
And he smiled and told me 'Pac was the realest that they came
In the jungle, I walk like I'm the king of the beasts
So when you duck huntin', keep movin' cause I'm swingin' the heat
I might go out of town, move fakin' is none of that
And never leave up out the hood, the way I can't come back
Fuck that
Hussein in the street game frame
Life is a struggle, so with the heat take aim
I'm ghetto, don't ever think I'm him its not me
Cuz I love this motherfucker like pills in a hot tea
Why ya act like I'm new to this?
Mack to the uzi clip
When it comes to beef, we all packed like Luis Rich
Battlin' is ludacris, half of ya uterus
Matter fact, Jimmy, pass me the "Kufi List"
What you think niggaz got goons for?
The mass menace at ya door like a costume ball (hello)
My flow is like when you throw a 'Pac tune on
The only time you get tax is when you cop new 'gords, dog
I make it happen with no sarcasm
So it ain't the station wagon, when you see me dodge magnums (get it?)
If I don't hit you when the clip fills
Like the show off the blind date, ya know the fifth will
Break niggaz like big bills, when it peels
Sit still, shit's real, listen you a kid's meal
And I eat those, reload, heat blown

Killa
This my man Jim Jones
You know we been through a lot of devistation, larceny
Defeat, misconceptions
Man, fuck all that, I don't know what that's about
But fuck all that
Jim, I'm in the building
Dipset, it's your turn, you up nigga!
Let's go!
I'm puffin my weed and these niggaz, they mad
I'm frontin' this season (Dipset!)
As far as they hoes, they want me to see 'em
I fuck 'em and then they don't want me to leave 'em (Don't go!)
An addictive obsession, I twist 'em, I sex 'em
My dick's an obsession (Yeah!)
They call me, they miss me, they stressin' (Jones!)
I call 'em, they miss me, they stressin' (Jones!)
These hoes, they sayin' that shit that'll kill ya
I'm rich now, this kid look familiar (Oh yeah?)
As far as my Dips, we rich
The cars and the whips
We spent what you spent on your car on my wrist
Don't bother me bitch
In the midst of this grind, i'm twistin' my lime (Yeah!)
I'm 'bout to get cash, and you can kiss ass
Dipset got this shit up on smash (Smash)
This is Jim Jones, he's breezin' on chrome
Ya best bet is leave him alone
O.G. in them stones, spent g's on them stones
Now mami just send me the tone
These are true stories
I used to live poorly
And now man I live in two stories (That's the law)
Get suited in Maury
The coupe is Ferrari
The coupe cost 140, you don't wanna race
I will move on you shorty
Look good on them cameras
They love me, I put my whole hood up on cameras
They bloody, niggaz in hood with them blamas
Tell me, so do it for grandma (Sally!)
We did it from druggin' and (?) (We did it)
We did it from hustlin' and comin' up wrong (We did it)
We did it from strugglin' and comin' up strong (We did it, we did it)
Still runnin' with cons, with guns in their palms
You front on Dipset, we will dump on your moms (Boom!)
Or come through with bombs
And stop and park, and set off them bombs (Boom!)
You got to admit (Yeah)
I'm hot when I spit
Like a summertime's tropic's eclipse (Sizzlin')
Like a drop on the strip with no top on the whip
A block (?) with them cops on the strips (Hot, hot)
With glocks on their hip (Yeah)
Like shells when they drop when them shots get dismissed (Boom!)
The pain in my heart been my aim from the start
We started when we came from the star
Now we all gainin' on charts (You know)
With back to back hits, like Yankees an' shit (Uh)
Dipset, we gangsta as shit (That's right)
But I credit my ghetto
'Cause now we rock platinum, the preciousest metal (Bling!)
Don't press us, we'll press on this metal
And blow you apart
Shoulda known from the start (Yeah!)
My jewels, they glow in the dark

After they finished searching the van for drugs... the officer told me 'If I don't believe in God — now is the time to start.
I was halfway to sleep, faded off the sour
Not knowing that coulda been my last hour
I see it clear, we was on 85
Road looking clear doing 'bout 85
A smooth sail turned to a crazy ride
I wish I could say n-gga watch the way you drive
Well, he was just tryna swerve a?
I didn't get to say it but the lord heard my prayers
Head on collision with the guard rail
And I'm a firm believer that God's real
I felt my van crash against the hard steel
At that point I couldn't tell you how my heart feel
I seen it happen, we was spinning like a bottle top
And I was praying Lord make the bottle stop
I swear to God I seen the sillouette
And when we crashed, ? still woke up a little wet
The tyres broke off, ripping up the concrete
Hit the wall, kept us outta harms reach
And not an airbag popped out
And without near stressed I hopped out
I got a couple bangs and a couple bruises
Jet lag, a broken rib and two contusions
All that, we tryna make our destination
But it oculda been our final destination
I used to speed when I?
Until a n-gga seen almost crippled me
Damn it made a n-gga see his life flash
I see my mom, I see my mum, I see Christ flash
I almost died on Martin Luther Day
And for the cause he was a martyr just a few would say
Now I'm thinking hard what my crew would say
Maybe wonder what my boo would say
I wonder what she would say
They say what don't kill you, makes you stronger
And my momma always told me the angels was with me
I guess that's all them prayers through all those years

Ast year I spent a... on a new...
This shit sixty fifth with the new...
I'm talking on black with a lot of birds
And they say I'm on... with a lot of nerve
And... sixty rappers show you how to...
Still stand back put your size... clear
I'ma boze up if you ain't not...
If she's not going back I hope you got the word
Until is uncle... murder if it was beef I ate the last...
... twenty first class... and you know she got the...
Chorus:
I'm cold,... little sociate
Hot boy boy I will melt you.
I'm cold,... little sociate
Hot boy boy I will melt you.
You know my... and I'ma... here...
And I'ma... but I'm here...
I'm lucky at the game and I had enough
Reason truck money they ain't enough
I want a cowboy... luck, you think... get hitten
One get hit... and push luck we gonna hit the...
We don't give a f*ck and you can hit the...
You ain't... and you can catch me in the truck...
I feel the... I'm talking long these niggas...
I had to get it all I had to piss em off
Get a lot of...
I had to rose... I had to get the... in case I...
[Chorus:]
... when you freeze...
... call it amnesia, I know I forgot something
I forgot about the wolves because I ain't see the top
You know the rules go slow when you see the...
... to go slow... thirty below like three clock no feels with it
When is brain new...
Do a... about your life how you did it with it... 'cause I... with it
I hear you talk about how dope you rap
Let's not talk about how dope you...
'Cause you... like how you... the summer hit.

What Neighborhood are you from ?
Cause me and … get popping over here son, here son
Keep it tough talking over there bro
Ah, nigga, what they saying nigga?
Murder She Wrote She wrote
What they saying nigga?
Murder she wrote she wrote
… Ah, let them up, let them up, red rum
I'm from a rich … and pro diddy
Popping up big broads with the holes in it
Bitch we hit your ride up, leave holes in it
… on your bitch mind, but this ain't whole bizness
…I could have got you hit when you was partying
But little niggas got an itch, let me body him
You know the 44 kick let me karate you
For me to stretch a nigga out straight Pilates him
Don't respect the thunder till they see the rain
You get less for a body than …
…with the solar panel
You can catch me on tv, niggas know the channel
I told the vale just let it roll
You know we keep it honest you gotta get your guns
Bitch let … mama tell him get …
cause when I bag this hammer out this nigga better run
What neighborhood coming from ?
Cause me and … keep rocking over here son, here son
Keep it tough talking over there bro
Ah, nigga, what they saying nigga?
First she roll, she roll
What they saying nigga?
First she roll, she roll
Ah, let them up, let them up, red rum
You should really look at things from my perspective
I'll have them shooting out your block until you call detective
I can't talk about the skels and bones I collected
But I can name every single movie I directed
Talk slick on the strip, strip them butt naked
I pack a 50 some shit is just unexpected
Cause the … alone will run your ass a couple bucks, pricey
What hood you from nigga, … get lone gun nigga
Mvp that gang, let it bang where I'm from
… I'm out yeah, big boy rolling when I'm in the streets
Some … money sex, money…
I'm feeling really fresh when I'm on the scene
Ready to run, ready to hide, ready to die, ready to ride
What neighborhood coming from ?
Cause me and … keep rocking over here son, here son
Keep it tough talking over there bro
Ah, nigga, what they saying nigga?
First she roll, she roll
What they saying nigga?
First she roll, she roll
Ah, let them up, let them up, red rum
The coop or the…on fish bone
Defecating all niggers got a weak code
And we all hot headed…so we heat holing
And the gangstas all in…
This gps has them bullets tracked
How you family gather…
Slick talking, you get murked over…
Transporter like the road runner
Never hesitate to squeeze em up for sho gunner
Working…strip constipated…
Respect the rules and the regulation
Brain light goons get the regulating
… got a coldest…
Scarface with a hammer, I'm a …
What neighborhood coming from ?
Cause me and … keep rocking over here son, here son
Keep it tough talking over there bro
Ah, nigga, what they saying nigga?
First she roll, she roll
What they saying nigga?
First she roll, she roll

You're reign on the top, short like Leprechauns
I came through in drops, Porches and heavy charms
I came from the block, the slums wit ex-con's
And we aimin' them glocks of course ready to bomb
Now I done seen a Custy' cop four pies of the same gear
Also seen a nigga cop four rides in the same year
This concrete jungle, no trees to swing from
This weed and gettin drunk and heaters gettin dumped
Hit the highway nigga ki's up in the trunk
Back up in the city with some skeezas in the trunk
I aint a player but I do my dirt dog
Drop top 'Cedes better move when it merk off
It got me swingin to the left lane
Plus a nigga caughin 'cause the haze give me chest pain
Yes motha fucka the boys is back
With my vest and I'm tucked up with my boys in back
You dont want it with them niggaz
While you niggaz steady bitching my niggaz gettin' richer
You mad 'cause we ballin'
Bet you mad 'cause we scorin
If he get out of line put his punk ass in a coffin
Nigga we a ragime, Byrdgang we the truth
Keep a foriegn sedan or swirvin' in the coupe
Oakwood in the interior, swade on the roof
Now shoot, {Bang, Bang} shoot {Bang, Bang}
Aw man Hell Rell, he on the same bullshit agiain
Same black hoody{Yup}, same fo' fifth again
Bithes stopped likin' me but now they on my dick again
Seen me in the Ashton with my glistinin'
Yea I'm bustin off the chrome
Yea I'm 'bout to off your dome
Kill the mother and the father, kids go to foster homes
Yea I like to floss the chrome, nigga leave the boss alone
See my neck and my wrist, I'm rockin' what it costs for homes
Homie they dont call me ruger for nothing
Back out on theese bitch niggaz get that ruger to dumpin'
Dont run up on me nigga you know I stay with it
G'd up from the beef and brock's to the Oakland A's fitted
That's the bottom to the top, it's in the bottom of the pot
I got it white, I got it tan, it's either you copin' or you not
Nigga jets is pullin' off and you stuck in the current
D.I.P., B.G., fuck what you heard
We all strapped in the ride, I aint talkin' like the elderly
Yac'ed when we drive like a rollin fuckin' felony
Trapped to survive, get the bucks, sell them ki's
It's hard to get by that's why we puff hell'a'weed
But if this high dont come down
I feal the world spinnin' like the sky gon' come down
I need air top of the ride gon' come down
And i swear I stay fly when I jump out
Jewled up in ice like what that dude like
Spider four thirty with the blue'ish lights
Got the coupe bright, still shoot dice

Ok, ok, (heeeyyyy) yeah
We back in this bitch (Lovely Daze like this...)
Jim Jones nigga (you know!), Capo Status (COOFIE SMACKA!)
A.k.a Jim Caso (lovely painter), and I jus love it man (Lovely Daze like this...)
I love paintin' these pictures for the hood, you dig
(that's where I'm at Eastside)
Its Dip-Set, Eastside (come on!), lets ride
They got me livin' like (what!), I aint worried 'bout my well being
I used to hurry up and sell fee (2 for 5!)
Like I aint worried for the jail scene (fuck cops)
'Til I got knocked, yeah observed in my cell C (ya honor)
I was young and was restless
Run around wit' my gun and my vestes
Yeah I'm hungry and reckless (what)
But no one better test us (no way)
Cause I got nuttin to lose, suttin to prove, I'm screamin' EASTSIDE
(EASTSIDE!!!)
While I dump on you dudes (Dip-Set!)
And what we live by (yeah), what we gon' die by (Dip-Set)
So these rules I abide by
I'm duckin' shots on a driveby, finger the cops, yeah when they ride by
(Byrdgang!)
Squally, is what they scream, fuck it
As I polly wit' my team puff it
We on the scene rugged
Yeah, we get our green thuggin'
Fuck it, I scream out, yo I'm uh G, fuck it
Lovely Daze like this, I miss I miss
(Lovely Daze man. When I say Lovely Daze I'm talkin' bout.)
Lovely Daze like this, I miss I miss
(Fresh in High School, fresh with that freedom. You know explorin' the
streets nigga)
Lovely Daze like this, I miss I miss
(You know, takin' no prisoners man, ready to do whatever whenever)
Lovely Daze like this, I miss I miss
(Fuck what they talkin' bout man, you jus doin you man. Find yaself!)
You know how kids scheme (how they shceme?), we had big dreams (yeah!)
Of coppin' them Benzez up on big scene (bling bling)
All glittered in jewels just like Liberraci (mmm!)
Look at my dipped posse (yeah!)
Look how this shit done got me (Crazy!)
I'm some paranoid shit (yop!)
Its kinda scary I carry the 4 fifth (who want it!)
Its kinda brazy that it be like that
Aint no play me and you be right back
You better blaze me if it be like that (get me nigga!)
They got some issues with views I got (uh huh)
I carry pistols when I cruise my block (lets ride!)
Its uh issue if I cruise ya block
My dogs 'ill get you, know the rules or not (wut up now fool!)
Uh, yeah, we will cruise ya parameters (where they at?)
You caught slippin', no rules or parameters (where they at?)
Fuck the crews, fuck the cameras (fuck police)
I tell you now, aint no dudes that can handle us (bllllddddaat!)
Lovely Daze like this, I miss I miss
(Ok, now it done got lovlier, you know. We done did the hustlin' thing)
Lovely Daze like this, I miss I miss
(We done had fun on the streets. Now we entered the game and we gettin
millions)
Lovely Daze like this, I miss I miss
(What's more lovlier than that? I'm tellin you I'm loving this shit. It
aint no taking me back man)
Lovely Daze like this, I miss..
(I'm tellin you man. Its Lovely Daze from here on end, you hear me.)
Can't forget about my born pos' (Nope!)
Can't forget about my night gangs
Bet it all to the dice game (yea)
Bet I brawl wit' my light frame (Fo' sho)
I get it on like I'm Ty-sane (Lets Brawl!)
And every year more niggaz deceased (R.I.P.)
I shed a tear and pour liquor on streets (jus 4 u)
And burn a fear to raw spliffs of the leaf (and get high)
And say a prayer, Lord where's the relief (my dudes)
I'm burnin' purple jus' watchin my ghetto birds (ok)
And peep the circle Ill tell you its several birds (peep game)
We gettin' guac, we hustlin' peddle birds (that yae)
And fuck the cops, we bustin' our metal birds (Desert Eag'z)
We from the block we love our Stiletto birds (hey baby!)
That's why we hustle and grind
So we can pluck us a dime
And feed her some game and fuck up her mind
And she give me brain, I'm puffin' my lime
So lovely (Dip-Set!)
Lovely Daze like this, wit my Dips, with my Dips
Fuckin wit my Dips, wit my Dips, gettin' chips
Fuckin wit my Dips, my Dips, buyin' whips
Jus fuckin' wit Dips, my Dips...
Haha ha, yeah, its Lovely Daze man (that's right). Jim Jones, fuck it
shit, Capo Status. What's fuckin wit that man (Coofie smacka). For my
Dip-Set, from hear on end its Lovely Daze. That's what this song is
about. For my riders, ride out.................................
Fireman
'Cuse me ma, we cruise around this strip down Memory Lane
Lets take this time to rekindle
Puffin on this purple, sippin Hennessy, thats trippin like Dame
Pour out ya liquor, light ya candles
I was rippin and runnin while I'm grippin my gun (outdoors)
And I use to, play wit my heat I was waitin to bust (fuck that)
And I say, fuck the police they better take me in cuffs (til I go)
Cause I'm in, love wit the streets yea I'm shakin my nuts (hold it tight)
And it was, regular shit havin fun wit my troops (uhh huh)
Yeah, get in the party have our guns in boots (stash that)
And, New Years 'ill come we bustin guns off the roof (you got that)
Cause, we pissy drunk up off that 100 proof (twisted)
Plus, we pitchin packs jus to get us some sneakers (paper)
While, we sippin yak and we twistin up reefa (gettin right)
Youthful offenders on the stoop gettin bent up dodging police in them
juvenile centers, my life is brazy (ooooo!)
Teenagers are wild, they charged like adults we pray it loud "Dear God
we in Hell", Lord can you save me
One of the pictures that he stuck in my brain
As I'm cruisin down the strip of ghettos Memory Lane
'Cuse me ma, we cruise around this strip down Memory Lane
Lets take this time to rekindle
Puffin on this purple, sippin Hennessy, thats trippin like Dame

There's somthing in your ways
That makes me wanna stay here for a thousnd years
So just cry your fears, yea I need you everyday
Inside you I just want to wype away your fears
So just cry your tears yea
I wish I was with you
If I stay well than your tears will set you free
If I stay right here and for ever with you everything
I feel for you Is everything I want to stay with you
If I stay right here and forever with you
My eyes!
My eyes
This is tearing me apart I wish I could be in your soft arms
Feel you again
Anytime I feel like im to far
Than I will try to remember all ours and your memories I know
I wish I was in you
If I stay Well then your tears will set you free
If I stay right here and forever with you
Everything I feel for you Is everything I want to stay with you
If I stay right here
And forever with you
My eyes! my eyes

They got us fuckin up a storm (fuckin)
Kush up till the morn (you know)
Breezin from the telly puffin marijuan (all night)
White t & my pelly (crispy) thuggin like la fonz (got it)
Made it rain on them bitches a bucket full of ones (ballin)
We got them gold diggers (what else)
Cold bitches that wanna party off patron liquor
Car hoppers the hard stoppers (you better watch em)
Catch 'em at the party call 'em bar hoppers (I see em)
We live up in the sky you call 'em star watchers
They chase dope boys trap stars with fast cars (ya benz)
And executives rap stars with black cars (imported)
So we could swipe it charge it to the game
Trips to M.I.A. Murcielago in the lane
She's got a thing for slippin clique & goin clubbin at nights
Ain't nothin Like the love of my life
She likes the finer things & fuck with niggaz whose money is right
Ain't nothin Like the love of my life
She love the dick suck it till it cum
She say I'm the best fuck of her life
She give a nigga the energy he need whenever he feels nothin is right
Now we in M.I. (sai pa say) party till the noon (ballin)
Hammers in the ride ferraris go zoom (speedin)
All types of incidentals (bottles) charges on my room (maxed out)
From last night buggin we mobbin with the goons (byrd gang)
We hit the town hard (zo pound) fuckin with the ladies (g-mackin)
Bottles of viva clique (twisted) puffin on the hazy (purple)
It's all deja vu (uh-huh) seen it all before (I seen it)
Got her in my drop heater on the floor (for real)
So I sped off from the spot (got her) gettin heady rock (right)
Got her in the telly she wouldn't let a nigga pop (stuntin on the cooch)
And when I woke all I seen was a note (what it said)
Nigga follow the trail & meet me in A-T-L (let's do it)
Now we pull up in the a (atl) shoppin in lenox mall (ballin)
Gotta get fly squad ready to ball (stay fresh)
We thinkin 112 (112) or maybe even visions (maybe visions)
Drinks at the bar like baby what you sippin (what you drinkin on)
Then she told me magic city (what) fat asses & they pretty (strippers)
They got me blowin thousands throwin stacks by the fifty (I need singles)
Got some bitches out of strokers (fuck em) gotta get focus (stay focused)
I'm tryin to play my cards like a game of strip poker (place ya bet)
Flight up in the mornin (aw man) gotta get up on her (I got a hour)
When I leave you can tell ya friends about my performance (call me baby)
And all the time M.O.B. on my mind (uh-huh)

Hello, oh' whats up baby,
Aint doing nothing im on my way home right now,
What?!? Im in tha studio
Yo i gotta get ready and go home man
I'm in love...With a thug
I'm in love...With a GanGsta, Yeh
Now my wife she won't stop blowin' my phone up
Every Bitch conversation they keep throwin' tha Jones up..(They Lien)
It makes it hard im tryna show her Iv grown up
But deep down inside she know i will never give them ho's up
She talk marriage but ya boy froze up, cold feet
Man she know im in love wit' these cold streets
So im flowin' threw tha night, just left my bitch house
Im going home to my wife, as i live this double life
I'm in love....With a thug
I'm in love.....With a GanGsta, Yeh
It started as a crush for years wishin' i could fuck her
Next thing i got caught up, she had me trippin' like a mushroom
Shit became fucked up cause we both became love-struck
I be out commitin' crimes, she be still up on my mind
Now im tryna shake it off, she still drippin' through tha brain
You know i fean for her like a hit of that Cocain
She say my thug is like drugs and she need her a rehab
And she strung out over love when she see me see relapse
I'm in love....With a thug
I'm in love....With a GanGsta, yeh
No matter what, no one can judge me or tell me how i could feel
Lord knows this man, Is ryde or die, he keeps it so so real
Even if his pants hang low, or some times he'll even roc tha corn rows
Lord knows my everything, and i gotta GOTTA let'em LET'EM know
Now that we argue every night, tha most horrible of fights
If i get caught cheatin', U gon' carve me wit' a knife
But let's take it back, when we use to party every night
I thought you of all people would know its hard to live my life
I say Im in tha studio, You say You wit' some groupie ho
We going back and forth, GAWW-DAMN, this aint a movie yo
I'm not tha one for complainin', be mentally drainin'
But some times just listen, its only one thing im sayin'.......I Love You
I'm in love....With a thug
I'm In love....With a GanGsta, Yeh
I'm In Love With A Thug Print
Correct
Hello, oh' whats up baby,
Aint doing nothing im on my way home right now,
What?!? Im in tha studio
Yo i gotta get ready and go home man
I'm in love...With a thug
I'm in love...With a GanGsta, Yeh
Now my wife she won't stop blowin' my phone up
Every Bitch conversation they keep throwin' tha Jones up..(They Lien)
It makes it hard im tryna show her Iv grown up
But deep down inside she know i will never give them ho's up
She talk marriage but ya boy froze up, cold feet
Man she know im in love wit' these cold streets
So im flowin' threw tha night, just left my bitch house
Im going home to my wife, as i live this double life
I'm in love....With a thug
I'm in love.....With a GanGsta, Yeh
It started as a crush for years wishin' i could fuck her
Next thing i got caught up, she had me trippin' like a mushroom
Shit became fucked up cause we both became love-struck
I be out commitin' crimes, she be still up on my mind
Now im tryna shake it off, she still drippin' through tha brain
You know i fean for her like a hit of that Cocain
She say my thug is like drugs and she need her a rehab
And she strung out over love when she see me see relapse
I'm in love....With a thug
I'm in love....With a GanGsta, yeh
No matter what, no one can judge me or tell me how i could feel
Lord knows this man, Is ryde or die, he keeps it so so real
Even if his pants hang low, or some times he'll even roc tha corn rows
Lord knows my everything, and i gotta GOTTA let'em LET'EM know
Now that we argue every night, tha most horrible of fights
If i get caught cheatin', U gon' carve me wit' a knife
But let's take it back, when we use to party every night
I thought you of all people would know its hard to live my life
I say Im in tha studio, You say You wit' some groupie ho
We going back and forth, GAWW-DAMN, this aint a movie yo
I'm not tha one for complainin', be mentally drainin'
But some times just listen, its only one thing im sayin'.......I Love You
I'm in love....With a thug

If going in is to go, I think it's time for me to kill ya,
I think it's time to let em know, that I'm a
Ok let em know, ok let em know, Ok let em know, Ok let em know,
Ok let em know, ok let em know, Ok let em know, Ok let em know,
I think it's time for me to kill ya.
Happy ..when I make your b*tch
we all go miss .. you know what a big cause
And pretty nigga turn.. ugly
will I go to heaven
I'll be livin' like .. in a wrong water
the club ten bottles
Live once and do it twice is the bless
I'm on the third life , I'm sayin grace, any question,
Just watchin' us
A hot .. that looking clean
keep the cameras on, mean they stay alone,
She had a freakin' dress on with no pennies on,
I had twenties on my
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If going in is to go, I think it's time for me to kill ya,
I think it's time to let em know, that I'm a
Ok let em know, ok let em know , Ok let em know, Ok let em know,
Ok let em know, ok let em know , Ok let em know, Ok let em know,
I think it's time for me to kill ya.
We train to kill more specialized
Just for the
But the
We double blocks
We got the liquor all we need is ice .
We gambling, we're drinking till the night is up,
.Gangstas on a corner side, uptown took
Next morning woke up on California side,
I was back up in my city for the
Just like the birds stay fly more

G's up nigga, ho's down
If the bitch can't swim she gon'drown
Runnin the streets totin' the 4 pound
U didn't know we was them niggas, the nigga u know now (dipset)
I had to fade 'm into black
Hit 'm with the crossover made 'm jump back
And before all that
I used to make 'm pump crack
Ridin'shotgun in the ?? slum back
Max leave the streets, please the don't want that
They need me in the shit
The .40 cals is mine, the nina's we could split
Cock back, squeeze off, started feedin 'm with the 5th
And u couldn't really hide, cause i seen that nigga trip
U ain't seen a nigga flip
Untill they bank 50 g's and u feed a nigga shrimps
39, 40 and u feed a nigga strips
Beat the nigga bitch,
Till she bleedin from the lips...yeah
Got me speedin in the six
Drunk off the hen, breezin in the mist
Chicks believin in the dick, dick
Feenin'for a sniff
Got me needin for a spliff
Ain't a thing funny, when u fucking with this money
I'ma lean u off a cliff.....g's up
The picture gettin clearer
If it was bricks than the strip we had to tear it up
If it's beef, the .45th we had to gear
Lookin at my life through this rear viewer mirror
Burnin in the pike in this brand new Carrera
The game funny, mo' money it's gets weirder
My gang hungry, no money that we scared off
And do us both a favor my nigga, and don't compare us
We still loosin soldiers at this war
Like every other week i'm pourin cold drinks at the floor
We just lost iky, he was going to the store
That's why i roll around the fully loaded in the door
Majority time, i'm tryna stay above the poverty line
And that's a major part of my grind
I still hit the hood and park my car in the nine
While the little niggas pump hard with dimes
The say succes is like amen (pray for me)
U see police will arrest us while we rollin'
We stay on heat so if u press we ain't foldin
U see me in the streets so there ain't no question bout ??
We pimpin easy
Niggas hate, come teach me
The niggas with the big cake they couldn't reach me (I KNOW)
Now when they see us, they kick game, everything all peachy
Snitch niggas put 'm beneath me, believe me
Fuck 'em i can't let them break me
A ?? and a man is what it makes me
I rather ride in the lambo's and the AC
Top down, stoppin for nothing, coming through frollin'
I tryna to be, one of these niggas that do it for nuttin
I got a passion for this shit cause i love it
Like a piece of pussy when i'm fuckin, waitin to come

I tell 'em welcome to the main attraction
Where these niggas let these bitches be their main distraction
I've been known to make these white girls wet
And I could show you how these white girls stretch
No bit cramp, sunlight heated yoga
Just a stove in a pot and I need some soda
There's a party in my watch, I don't need promoters
Got the transparent hood, you could see the motor
Huh, apparently she's a deep-throater
And they tell me watch my language cuz I speak vulgar
In a cold so hot it's hard to come up
Tried hard to make the room before the girl left at sun up
I swear to god, all the cars like I hunt up
They got the game now and gets us like 1 up
The game even, it ain't easy
I've seen niggas still lose the chip to San Seezy
Get on my knees and pray (knees and pray) day and night
I move on, I make it right
The success don't come over night
We're vampires, we own the night
I came from nothing, now my money right
Turned up into something, now my niggas tight
This for my niggas, they never see the light
Just keep your head up, they here if something bright
It break my heart to see my man working 9 to 5
He was the man, you got the grams from a '95
As I recall, in my brand new 95's
'Nore the sweats, tryna get my hands on the pie
I cut the grams like a samurai
Had to know if was taking flicks like I'm camera shy
I used to make love to a Gemini
A couple friends of mine, they are now my frenemies
Want to see the enemy, I guess they are my enemies
Shit, but it's like a distant memory
Cuz, it's mazel tov in the world dog
In all the simplest problems you get hold off
Have your plans and the dogs get cocked off
Used to dribble through the night like a ball court
So I pay the lidder slight, bitch my own course
So I pay the lidder slight, bitch my own course
Get on my knees and pray (knees and pray) day and night
I move on, I make it right
The success don't come over night
We're vampires, we own the night
I came from nothing, now my money right
Turned up into something, now my niggas tight
This for my niggas, they never see the light
Just keep your head up, they here if something bright
Rune fast clear as the air that is blue
Took 'er to the roof with the aerial view
That's when she showed her venereal view
While I'm smoking loud like the stereo bloom
It's the glamorous life
Where we roll around with the hammers in sight
Cuz most niggas ain't seen a hundred grand in their sight
Pop bottles in the club at a credit scammer's price
A gutter nigga made mills and burned 'em
Still got a couple mills burning
Iowa west told me 8 mill would turn him
So I burn another blunt, in my Ferrari wheels turnin'
I love a pretty bitch and some platforms
In the back of the back with the back drawn
Peter C's got 'er back warm
Hot Nelly CD, repeat action
I was just in the lobby with the Mag drawn
Having nightmares a nigga comin' back for 'I'm
But they say that's not like me though

this thing for hours to often took when you fly hard ..
i'm in the coop i hope the clouds don't ..the shower
'cause my roof right now is only clouds
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i'll be more concerned with every...
we've been getting money wiping up bricks over the ..
you got that gugu we got that ..for cheese,
...i'm talking why girls lindsay lohan
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and the trick is i get a couple .. thrown it
gotta watch a hustle 'cause some blocks ..
.. ..married to the game no .. no divorce
trips...will be ..my neck on my wristle
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in two...i'm going .. summer told me
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i'm in the ice reconexions like... summer six ..when i ..
tell me where i ... waiting bye bye
i'm in the ice reconexions .. summer six ..when i ..
my group is coming in groups we're getting money
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we all shooten on my ..burn .. on my ..
i'll be ..on your blue, sound of my shit
droppin my shit, dropped
nigga my ..jumpin i'm hip hop ...with the dough..
my pinky on blinky shawty so kinky got my slinky on twinkie
paper like winky, wake when is right ..i'm in .. the lights
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Clap, Byrd Gang, clap, Byrd Gang, clap Dip-Set!!!
Can I get a G clap, Byrd Gang, clap, Byrd Gang
Clap, Byrd Gang
Can I get a G clap
I be like hoooold up, wait a minute
I'm in the coupe, laiiiiid up in it
Sunk in the seat, suede all in it
Drop top roof blowin haze all in it
And yall know imma straight up menace
Run up in ya crib there's a safe up in it
New York City yall aint safe up in it
Yall niggaz fugaze, my niggaz authentic
The game like bitches that need make-up
These niggaz beefin and kissin and then they make-up
Shit, I still prowl through the gutta
All you hear em say is that's a wild muthafucka
Its been a while muhfucker
Had to fall back, face trial cause of Rucker
One-Eyed Willie, you can come try kill me
Still ridin that 5, you can get hung high silly
Baby girl, you tryna be down with the Dip-Set?
Well then you gotta get ya lips wet
Baby girl we gettin them big checks, tre-pound, sawed-off, we splittin
Them big checks
Yall aint thought he posed ta flow
Thought he posed ta go
Thought he posed ta blooooooow
Its Dip-set baby, DIP-SET!!!
Nigga its Jim Jones
Now everybody know me
Usually in the club wit a bunch of O.G'z
We pop bottles and we all smoke weed
And we'll burn this bitch down, better call po-lice
And yall know yall don't want that beef
I'm tryna G-Mack look at all these freaks
Besides, the dance floor look sweet
So like Lil' Jon we can all skeet skeet
I'm tryna bag this bimbo
Mad she spilled her drink on the tan Timbo's
Stuntin' hard in my B-Boy pose
You aint got nuttin on me dogz aint V I aint drove
Fuck about the law top-speed on the road
.44 squeeze, breathe, relooooaad
And if I gotta take it that far
That mean I left the club nigga and went straight to the car
Baby girl, you tryna be down with the Dip-Set?
Well then you gotta get ya lips wet
Baby girl we gettin them big checks, tre-pound, sawed-off, we splittin
them big checks
Yall aint thought he posed ta flow
Thought he posed ta blooooooow
Its Dip-set baby, DIP-SET!!!
Nigga its Jim Jones
I live a hard rock life
Mix a whole pot til that hard rock white
Six 4-5, hard top white
Big 4-5 for you hard rocks aite
And my advice to the buyers
Although the City's hot I rock ice thru the fire
Listenin to Pac, live life like rider when I pull up to the block fiends
wipin off the tires
So I got to be the hardest
15th and Lennox when my posse in the projects
500 on the tennis, I'm like Gotti in the projects
Jewish lawyers niggaz so I gots to be the charges
So how's that for starters
.40cal niggaz, blow back ya starter
New Jack City 2 blocks from the carter
Foul hunreds double up a.ka. this is harlem
Baby girl, you tryna be down with the Dip-Set?
Well then you gotta get ya lips wet
Baby girl we gettin them big checks, tre-pound, sawed-off, we splittin
them big checks
Yall aint thought he posed ta flow
Thought he posed ta blooooooow
Its Dip-set baby, DIP-SET!!!

Half of million all in the bag, if this is … they would say I'm in my bag
Milli, wharrup? Caught a milli with the paper tag
I keep the nine mili laser tag pal condo in Miami that's my favorite pad
watchin' Rondo versus Miami he just made a a--
Gotta coop it while we racing past
Body stupid, what a crazy a-- (Hey baby!)
Hey baby, high heels, red bottom
It will miss my … cause I'm for real affairs got them
Give you … pray for 65% I got you
In the car dirty you know I'm riding …
Kingpin, 848, lights camera action, first 48
Fly, alright, meet me at the bar
And one day … we gonna get the biggest charge
Kinpin 848, s-- money murder first 48, live
And one … we gonna get the biggest charge
Still… boy, still gang banger with my gang boys
Swagged up, still rocking big chains boy
Who wanna hear that chopper make noise?
I'm smoking … stayed out of gas mask
It's big b's not tray billy bad …
I'm selling … what's the code, I match that
Matter fact, I got them for half that
How many mug shots they gonna taking me
Before they understand they ain't gonna pin a case on me,
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They rolled up, pocket full of fast money shush … slow …
Kingpin, 848, lights camera action, first 48
Fly, alright, meet me at the bar
And one day … we gonna get the biggest charge
Kinpin 848, s-- money murder first 48, live
And one … we gonna get the biggest charge
I … through the deuces
Love that smell and that these haters blowing kush
I got muscle with my hood call me flocka bush
Get your head nod down for compliments
And hear the … my youngest, let them … around
Told them keep shooting no stopping unless you're …down
We got automatic big like Call of Duty
Keep it … that's my call of duty
Fly … louie
When upon my bus got burned now he trying to sue me
… brother Gucci, and my …
I swear to god my life is like a f---g movie
Kingpin, 848, lights camera action, first 48
Fly, alright, meet me at the bar
And one day … we gonna get the biggest charge
Kinpin 848, s-- money murder first 48, live

We fly high, no lie, you know this (Balling!)
Foreign rides, outside, it's like showbiz (We in the building)
We stay fly, no lie, you know this (Balling)
Hips and thighs, oh my, stay focus
Ya boy getting paper (Money), I buy big cars (Foreign)
I need fly rides to drive in my garage (Choose 1)
Stay sky high (Twisted), fly wit the stars (Twinkle, Twinkle)
T 4? Flights, 80 grand large (Balling!)
So we lean wit it, pop wit it (Bankhead)
Vertible Jones, mean wit the top listen (Flossing)
I'm saying clean wit bottom kit
(Do It)
I hoped out saggy, jeans and my rock glistening (Balling!)
But I spent bout 8 grand
Mami on stage doing the rain dance (I think she like me)
She let it hit the floor, made it pop (What else?!)
Got my pedal to the floor screaming fuck the cops (Do It)
We fly high, no lie, you know this (Balling!)
Foreign rides, outside, it's like showbiz (We in the building)
We stay fly, no lie, you know this (Balling!)
Hips and thighs, oh my, stay focus
Slow down, tonight may be gone tomorrow (One Chance!)
So I spend through life like there's no tomorrow (Speeding!)
100 g's worth of ice on the auto? (Flossy)
And we in the street life until they call the law (Balling)
I made the whip get naked (What Happen?!)
While I switch gears, bitch looking at the bracelet (Got Em)
Step out, show me what your all about
Flashbacks of last night of me balling out (Harlem)
1 a.m. we was at the club (What Happen?!)
2 a.m. ten bottles of bub (Money ain't a thing)
And about 3 something I was thinking about grub
So I stumbled to the car, threw the drinks and the drugs (Twisted)
We fly high, no lie, you know this (Balling)
Foreign rides, outside, it's like showbiz (We in the building)
We stay fly, no lie, you know this (Balling)
Hips and thighs, oh my, stay focus
Nigga could you buy that
I keep 20 in the pocket (Light Change)
Talk a buck 80 if the Bentley is the topic (That grey poupon)
But of course gotta fly...? (Where?!)
To the hood to roll dice on the side of they curb
But I know a G Bent may sound obsurb (Get Your Money Up)
Drive 80 up Lennox cause I got on urge (Speeding)
The rap game like the crack game
Lifestyles, rich and famous living in the fast lane (Balling!)
So when I bleep shorty bleep back
Loui Vuitton Belt where I'm keep all the heat strapped
I beat the trial over rucker (Let's Do It)
All guns loaded in the back motherfucker (Dipset)
We fly high, no lie, you know this (Balling!)
Foreign rides, outside, it's like showbiz (We in the building)
We stay fly, no lie, you know this (Balling!)
Hips and thighs, oh my, stay focus
You niggas need to stay focus
When your dealing wit a motherfucking G
You know my name, Jones, One Eye, Capo Status
Only above motherfucker
This Dipset ByrdGang we born to fly
Ya'll know the rules fall back or fall back
Someone tell my bitch Summer I'm looking for her
Ya dig, another day another dollar

I promise to nod as they bring us the news
Then color the window, you gave us a sleep-through
With strength for a glance as we squint at the glass
A story uncovered we cannot see past
There's another Jim Jones in America [3x]
You've become a Jim Jones to America.
Merchants of panic are stirring our fears
Sifting through villains that amp up our tearing
They're baiting the headlines with herald and hux
If you bite at the line you'll be served up for crooks
There's another Jim Jones in America [3x]
You've become a Jim Jones to America.
Now you better change your mind
I think I meant it before you try to smell it
Cause everyone's hanging on all that you're saying
Like a fool on a rope who's a noose and it jokes
Cause you don't, don't ever give a damn about the venom
You've chosen for a weapon. We're pouring it out for everybody else
Cause you won't, you won't drink it yourself
We know you won't, you won't drink it yourself
There's another Jim Jones
Another Jim Jones
There's another Jim Jones
Another Jim Jones
There's another Jim Jones in America. [3x]
You've become a Jim Jones to America.
There's another Jim Jones in America. [3x]