Killer, Jim Jones My man DJ Nasty in the house tonight [Incomprehensible], do it, Ma (Hey lady) I know you heard me in British rob But I get you bracelets
Smack your earth, snatch your seeds, choke your wiz My crew split, it was my mistake But to my nigga, Duke, we all make mistakes I'm a get shit right if I spend my
, the Jones you see, dip-sect, come home with me Dip-sect nigga, Jim Jones, [Incomprehensible], Killa Freaky Zekey, Juelz Santana Blak A Don Dipomatic We comin' for ya 2 double 1 For life
' liquor, mami lost her life All my niggaz in the penitentiary, holdin' that life See I'm stunnin' for my niggaz with this chromed out pipes This swish interry foreign German lifes
Lauren Her and the car foreign Got my red Dre Beats on, tryna put my peeps on And I keep it hood like this Phantom is a Nissan Where my n-gga Jim Jones
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
the town drinks in the air, go shawty welcome to my city, see the bright lights diamonds on my wrists, bright lights the fast cars, the hot girls, the night life
[Jim Jones] Who's in charge? I'm asking y'all Somebody better answer before I blast at y'all Live life just as fast as y'all But you little niggas know
this purp in my cup 24s on the truck, Laker game nigga what? Ballin, Jim Jones voice probably with the Byrd Gang See the chrome boy? and my mother fuckin
are y'all? [Buddie] yeah... I'm posted in that tip (Tip) And my homeboy home Blew an ounce of that kush (Kush) In my sean john jones I got the mild for
y'all? [Buddie] yeah... I'm posted in that tip (Tip) And my homeboy home Blew an ounce of that kush (Kush) In my sean john jones I got the mild
, pahs, and knifes Pour out, a lil' liquor, mami lost her life All my niggas in the penitentiary holdin that life See I'm stunnin for my niggas with
to toe sharp yeen kno sharp hell ya sharp yeen kno sharp hell ya now check my pedigree my bloodline is purebred my champagne is rose cuz the color is more red my
get chewed like Juicy Fruit Uhh, fools get smacked wit' the back of my hand Nigga's get crushed like aluminum cans Mr. Jim Jones and it just don't quite Fillmore for life
use my brain, than give Killa mad dough It's all good, increase Killa cash flow Increase my fame, that's why Killa smash hoes You'll get side swiped, look at my life
I'm living the life I got to stop and close Big cars big stars like it's rock and roll let's rock and roll Dipset this is Jim Jones man capo status Santana
ya, I got ya, nigga, holla My homey, Cash, well, he gone for five Send my prayers, do your thing, I'll be goin' for mine Shit, we live life to the fullest