ready, yes sir here we go Jim Jones c'est c'est bon Santana magnifique You niggas know Holla at me if there's any beef Yes sir, huh I know in vise versa
Dip Set! Jim Jones, Santana Man, shit ain't changed since eighty-eight (nope) Get on the corner and push something Dip Set! (Killah!) [Cam'Ron (Jim Jones
did the bosa nova I smiled at her and then just walked away then the lights came on and it was over to my surprise, she wasn't a girl at all so I packed
Ill-M-I, Ill-M-I, Ill-M-I, Ill-M-I and you Illuminati comin' thru Ill-M-I, Ill-M-I, Ill-M-I, Ill-M-I and you Illuminati comin' thru Flow like the Cassius
I can't tell ya whats good, but I can tell ya whats, what And that's, B's up, hoes down Lookin' in the mirror, I know where to be found Blood, I'm a
I crowd dive, I'mma catch a body on it Leopold scope shotty on it I'm the hardest right now, I put my project library on it Pun gone I'm the new Puerto
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
Jim Jones Prima J, ay ay Let's go I told him I like you with your clothes on But they gotta go So you better have 'em off When I come back And I said
time I made it clear So I whispered in his ear I said brace yourself I'm about to blow your mind You're not an emotional kind of girl You know what you want And I
by the pound I'm posted on the block till the sun go down, down Nigga, I fuckin' hustle, nigga, I get money I can get money doin' anything I got them
and the purp by the pound I'm posted on the block til the sun go down.... [Jim Jones] Ugh....Jones, Capo! Dipset! Them nigga's know I'm bout this (ByrdGang
the purp by the pound I'm posted on the block til the sun go down.... [Jim Jones] Ugh....Jones, Capo! Dipset! Them nigga's know I'm bout this (ByrdGang
Mean Gone Be The Grinch Shrek (Yes) All I Like Is Green I Am Bruce Bling Steen Step In The Club Then I Grab Her If I Want Her I Can Have Her Mick
' fever (fever) When I'm in L.A., I got Six-Fo' fever (fever) Fever for the flava of a six-foot diva (let 'em know) I told the po to feave her, I'm
to raise up (what you say?) but I heard (what i said) what you said I'm like woof, I know foo but you don't have a clue (Fuck you!) Nigga fuck me? NO
Mr. Jim Jones and it just don't quite Fillmore for life and I will fuck yo Bitch! (Cougnut) I'm tired of these muthafucka's talking lip On who's down while I
polo and a pair of balli bucks Young Money motherfucka, I know you worry about us Cash Money motherfucker, CMR, I trust Never had my jaw brokin' but his jaw I'll bust And I