Jim Jones

[Juelz Santana]
Yo who that
[Ja]
Me,it's Ja

[Juelz Santana]
Ja, Come in man
What up Ja, what's poppin

[Ja]
What up Uncle Ju Ju
You know Im five years old now right

[Juelz Santana]
Yeah I know man you gettin big tell me about it what's good

[Ja]
It's crazy man, you know my teacher had the nerve to ask me for your autograph

[Juelz Santana]
What, she asked for my autograph in the class

[Ja]
I had to tell her man im here to learn this aint the time or the place for that

[Juelz Santana]
you crazy man say word

[Ja]
word

[Juelz Santana]
you a trip lil nigga you know that, what you tell her after that

[Ja]
I said a dipset bitch

[Juelz Santana]
a a a, come on man you cant be doin it like that at five man, you got to get another decade with you at least

[Ja]
you know that you the only thing they talk about in my school

[Juelz Santana]
word

[Ja]
not cause you that nigga

[Juelz Santana]
why

[Ja]
but bacause im that nigga


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you all i talk about

[Juelz Santana]
that's what's up that's what's up

[Ja]
some of the kids can hardly talk

[Juelz Santana]
yeah word

[Ja]
there fore you gotta make it happen
know what im talkin bout

[Juelz Santana]
yeah yeah i know what you talkin about nigga i know

[Ja]
word uncle Ju Ju

[Juelz Santana]
yo man come on man you gotta stop with that uncle Ju Ju shit man know what i mean

[Ja]
that's what i call you, that's what ima keep callin you and let everybody else call you Juelz aight

[Juelz Santana]
aight

[Ja]
other than that I just wanna tell you I love you

[Juelz Santana]
aww i love you too man

[Ja]
wo wo wo, dont be gettin all mushy on me man, it's time to do it big, now lets go

[Juelz Santana rapping]
Now that I've got your attention
[Repeat x5]
Im what the games been missing
What you about to witness is something that you haven't been witness'in
Im what the games been missing

<i>[Jim Jones]</i>
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

<i>[Chorus: Max B]</i>
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

<i>[Jim Jones]</i>
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>[Chorus]</i>

<i>[Jim Jones]</i>
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
15th bang bang you don't want no problems (Eastside)

Cold sweats from bad dreams
I hope the Feds don't grab the team
'Cause we been labeled as the trouble makers
We sell whole pies so you ain't got to cut the cake up

Tell no lies, so the Lord come and take us
Praise to Allah, hope the Lord He forsake us
And outlaws is what it made us
We live the fast life and so we ball out major

Until I see a ribbon in the sky
Cop plush cars put ribbons on the ride
And due to my political ties
I can't roll around without the drip in the ride

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 Nike

Boy, you talk about my life here
Fuck wit OG's 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 'cause they can never take my alive
I'm a ride and don't cry
'Cause momma raised hell of a thug
And if I'm standing in front of the judge

And guess what? He can never take me alive
I'm a ride and don't cry
'Cause momma raised hell of a thug
And if I'm standing in front of the judge

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
Bitches love it, niggas want it
So bad they wanna take it but I kill 'em for it

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? Dough boys in the trap, where ya at?
Coke dealer's in the hood, what's good?

Boy getting them bricks with the stamp on the shit
Well, come meet the man that's stamping them bricks
Fly wit' the Byrds or lie wit' the dirt
Your corpse, flies will emerge

Put my emotions aside 'cause they can never take my alive
I'm a ride and don't cry
'Cause momma raised hell of a thug
And if I'm standing in front of the judge

And guess what? He can never take me alive
I'm a ride and don't cry
'Cause momma raised hell of a thug
And if I'm standing in front of the judge

They say your enemies is close, your friends even closer
Listening to 'Pac up ten in the roaster
And now do you wanna ride or die?
Blowin' smoke in the air, getting high as the sky

I'm drunk staring be, 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
And it'll all come back, like grams of the hard
You heard of us, the murders, the most shady
Been on the low lately, the Feds hate me

They try to put cuffs on me and my assailants
When I push fees through the streets, they be tailing
They try to catch me out of bounds
They know I got pistols if you catch me outta town

A thug changes and love changes
And since 9 11, the price of the drugs changes

Put my emotions aside 'cause they can never take my alive
I'm a ride and don't cry
'Cause momma raised hell of a thug
And if I'm standing in front of the judge

And guess what? He can never take me alive
I'm a ride and don't cry
'Cause momma raised hell of a thug
And if I'm standing in front of the judge

<i>[Intro]</i>
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>[Chorus One]</i>
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>[Jim Jones]</i>
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!

<i>[Chorus Two]</i>
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>[Jim Jones]</i>
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!

<i>[Chorus Two]</i>

<i>[Chorus One]</i>

<i>[Jim Jones]</i>
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
40 cal, an extra nine Dipset the cities mine!

<i>[Chorus Two]</i>

<i>[Max B]</i>
Byrd Gang club banger
Tryna holla at ya shorty
One focus, one focus only
I'm tryna hit that thang!
Let's go

<i>[Max B]</i>
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!

<i>[Verse 1: Jim Jones]</i>
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!)

<i>[HOOK]</i>

<i>[Verse 2: Juelz Santana]</i>
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

<i>[HOOK]</i>

<i>[Verse 3: Cam'ron]</i>
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!
KILLA!

<i>[HOOK]</i>

<i>[Jha Jha Verse]</i>
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

<i>[Hook (Jha Jha)]</i>
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

<i>[Hook (Jim Jones)]</i>
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)

<i>[Jim Jones Verse]</i>
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

<i>[Both hooks]</i>

<i>[Princess Verse]</i>
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
Jha Jha, Crime Mob, and Dipset

<i>[Both Hooks once]</i>

I wear a mean pair of shades
They can't see my eyes


unless my head is bent
you dig

[chorus]
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

[verse 1]
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 the bottom?
(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)

[chorus]
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

[verse 2]
Slow down, tonight may be gone tomorrow (one chance!)
So i spend the 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)

[chorus]
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

[verse 3]
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)

[chorus]
We fly high, no lie, you know this (balling!)
Foreign rides, outside, it`s like showbiz (we in the building) [2x]
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
Fast life fucker

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[Girl:] Jimmy, Jimmy I been callin you all muthaf**kin day.
You on that Birdgame Dipset bullshit.
You got me real muthaf**kin mad.
I went to the bathroom to rinse my muthaf**kin mouth out


after suckin your muthaf**kin dick and I find that you leave me a hundred dollars.
Whats up wit that bullshit you coulda least left me a muthaf**kin?.
I ain't gettin shit out this muthaf**kin relationship
but a muthaf**kin dipset tattoo What the f**k is up with that?
I ain't f**kin with you no more.
But when you get this message call me.
Dipset bitch.

They got us fuckin' up a storm, kush up till the morn
Breezin' from the telly puffin marijuana
White T and my pelly thuggin' like la Fonz
Made it rain on them bitches a bucket full of ones

We got them gold diggers, cold bitches
That wanna party off patron liquor, car hoppers the hard stoppers
Catch 'em at the party call 'em bar hoppers
We live up in the sky you call 'em star watchers

They chase dope boys trap stars with fast cars
And executives rap stars with black cars
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 and goin' clubbin' at nights
Ain't nothin' like the love of my life
She likes the finer things and 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. party till the noon
Hammers in the ride Ferrari's go zoom
All types of incidentals charges on my room
From last night buggin', we mobbin' with the goons

We hit the town hard, fuckin' with the ladies
Bottles of viva clique, puffin' on the hazy
It's all deja vu seen it all before
Got her in my drop heater on the floor

So I sped off from the spot, gettin' heady rock
Got her in the telly she wouldn't let a nigga pop
And when I woke all I seen was a note
Nigga follow the trail and meet me in A T L

She's got a thing for slippin' clique and goin' clubbin' at nights
Ain't nothin' like the love of my life
She likes the finer things and 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 pull up in the a shoppin' in Lenox mall
Gotta get fly squad ready to ball
We thinkin' 112 or maybe even visions
Drinks at the bar like baby what you sippin'

Then she told me magic city fat asses and they pretty
They got me blowin' thousands throwin' stacks by the fifty
Got some bitches out of strokers gotta get focus
I'm tryin' to play my cards like a game of strip poker

Flight up in the mornin' gotta get up on her
When I leave you can tell ya friends about my performance
And all the time M.O.B. on my mind
The weekend was nice baby but I'm back to N.Y.

She's got a thing for slippin' clique and goin' clubbin' at nights
Ain't nothin' like the love of my life
She likes the finer things and 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

Jim Jones:
This is 9 Trey News
I'm Jimmy Jones here wit' your weather
We apologize for the drought all week
But it looks like thunderstorms all weekend
We finna make it rain on you muthaf**kas
Ya heard me

Hook
Stack Bundles:
Weatherman with that money
I make it rain on 'em (Yessir)
Weatherman with that paper
I make it rain on 'em (Yessir)
Weatherman with that Kenny
I make it rain on 'em (Yeah)
I make it rain on 'em (Yeah)
I make it rain on 'em (Yessir)
(Repeat)

Verse 1
Jim Jones:
I'm Rick James
"I'm rich bitch" is what I tell her
Just left the bank, I took 50 from the teller
I finna make it rain, so get you an umbrella
We also make it snow, we cocaine gram sellers
Ballin', gettin' high, dollars fallin' from the sky
Big reefer cloud, got a stormin' inside
Pourin' outside, I'm usually flooring when I drive
That a buck 60 feels like you soaring in the sky
Blowing money on the liquor (twisted)
We at the strip joint blowing money on the bitches
We standing on the bar throwing money like a pitcher
But nigga, I ain't slippin', got a fully-loaded trigger
And that can cause a heatwave
I mean, you diggin' you a deep grave
Niggaz Trump yo' ass, have you missin' you for three days
Cam said that this nigga's a sucka
And that means that this nigga's a sucka
You heard that, I'm the

Hook
Jim Jones:
Weatherman with that money
I make it rain on 'em (Ballin')
Weatherman with that paper
I bought a Range on 'em (Capo)
20 grand worth of money
I baught champaigne
I make it rain on 'em
Just let it rain on 'em
(Repeat)

Verse 2
Lil' Wayne:
Weezy-F**kin'-Baby
Got 'em a leash
Young Money, Dipset, you better believe
That gun got me walkin' like I got irregular knees
I be all over the bread like sesame seeds
Automatic with the money like Reggie for 3
Haha, big birds, no Sesame Street
Bitch, I'm too clean, they ain't messing with me
I'm just tryna see me decimals peak
These niggaz just lighter than some vegetable meat


These niggaz just sweet like a ta-he-she treat
Okay, they say I'm fulla hot air, then I release the heat
Split a nigga from his teeth to feet
Know what I'm talkin' 'bout (yeah)
Yadadamean like Keak Da Sneak
I go dollar for dollar, week for week
Yeah, and Birdman said you niggaz is bitches (yeah)
So that mean you niggaz is bitches
And me, I'm the

Hook
Lil' Wayne:
Weatherman with that money
I make it rain on 'em
Weatherman with that paper
I make it rain on 'em
Still ballin' after the hurricane
I'm the weatherman with that money
I make it rain on 'em

Hook:
Stack Bundles:
Weatherman with that money
I make it rain on 'em (Yessir)
Weatherman with that paper
I make it rain on 'em (Yessir)
Weatherman with that Kenny
I make it rain on 'em (Yeah)
I make it rain on 'em (Yeah)
I make it rain on 'em (Yessir)

Verse 3
Stack Bundles:
Look, nothin' changed
I'm shot-callin' like I'm supposed to be
Ballin' like a supposed to B
I spoil her like she supposed to be
Find something bad, bag her like groceries
Lifestyle like Six Flags, I'm rollercoasterly
Pockets fulla Kenny's, these niggaz ain't gettin' money like I was
I make it rain on 'em
They throwing scattered showers
Wet, I'm the muthaf**kin' weatherman
Tornado money, can't fit it in the rubberband
Check the news, it's gon' be a cloudy forecast
And when I move, a couple goons in that R-Class
She want a dopeboy nigga that do numbers
her Smile like lightning and a ass like thunder (Yeah)
I shows out and the hoes all love it
And when it stops drizzling the floor's all flooded (Yessir)
And one night, blew bezel and charm money
F**k it, it's nothin', I'm still spending Desert Storm money
Yeah

Hook
Stack Bundles:
Weatherman with that money
I make it rain on 'em (Yessir)
Weatherman with that paper
I make it rain on 'em (Yessir)
Weatherman with that Kenny
I make it rain on 'em (Yeah)
I make it rain on 'em (Yeah)
I make it rain on 'em (Yessir)
(Repeat)

Now don't push me away 'cause 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 let's 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 road trips, the late nights 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 lately girl how your hand so helpful

In this cold world girl every man needs help too
So baby, I'ma ride and no plans to fail you

Please, baby, don't push me away
I want you
Please, baby don't push me away
I need you

I had enough of the shucking and jiving, duckin' and hidin'
I'm tryin' to get to conversation and ridin'
'Cause I'm feelin' your essence your presence
Is just enough to let me know that it's destined

And since the day that I found you, there's something about you
That makes me want to lose it and pounce ya
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

Please, baby, don't push me away
I want you
Please, baby don't push me away
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 'cause 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, I'ma run base to base
And then I'ma 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
It's hard soakin' up game when it's 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 'cause we destined for glory
And when the credits roll it's 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
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 feelin's they won't
Let you get away from me, come stay with me
Baby, baby, please, baby, don't push me away

When the sunshine turn to rain
Baby, 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
Just call me up when you need some time
And you can get it from me just like daddy come on

Shit, so don't push me away

<i>[Jim Jones]</i>
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

<i>[Chorus: Jim Jones]</i>
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}

<i>[Hell Rell]</i>
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

<i>[Chorus]</i>

<i>[Jim Jones]</i>
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
For my niggaz on the east side this is true life

<i>[Chorus]</i>

<i>[Chorus 2X: Max B & Jim]</i>
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

<i>[Verse One]</i>
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

<i>[Chorus]</i>

<i>[Verse Two]</i>
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
and I just bought some new tires

<i>[Chorus]</i>

(What you learn in jail you can't learn in the street that's learnin patients
I just finished doin 10 years up north.
I just came home from doin 10 years.
I done did 10 years staight I went in 16 came home 26.
I Gave the system about 15 years of my life.
I gave these crackers man 17 years of my life man
The prison system gave me 15 to life and I gave'em back 10.)

God forgive me for my worldly ways
Hit the street at a early age tryn to come up off the pearly yay
The late nights to the early days all a nigga knew is street life
Young G's beneth the street lights try not to catch street strikes
You better run you see police lights these nights (Squala)
I'm hated by few loved by many
Getttin faded with the crew gettin buzzed off henny
Now the liquer got my mind runnin
They say we ballin but the times runnin so I'm tryin to beat the shot clock
Winter time heated seats on the drop top
Dinner time we gone eat when the block hot
Shit well who gone stop us A grew of mobsters and we lueger poppers
Till we subdued by coppers
Loyalty is everything so all my niggas know they can call on me for anything

(I served 10 years straight up um in them 10 years I lost everything I loved my pops my moms
Can you just imagine goin to jail in 1989 and them tellin you your release date is on febuary 2004 that Shit is crazy
I gave the prison system a decade 10 years of my life)

I can't call it cause I might spoil it I'm two sips from being alcoholic
In my hood that the nights chourus and this toast goes to lifes losses and all my soilders livin life lawless
Not worried what it might cost us And fuck the price brought us vvs on white flawless ain't nothin fresher than my white forces more than white forces they on our back like christ crosses
I'm extra large due to success try to nail me for a weapon charge due to my rep try tell me take a plea bargin fuck it so I tell'em take that plea bargin shove it and Fuck the chip it's like the worlds on my shoulders we cop bricks and mix the girl with the soda sit it the pot let twirl with the water if you got a weak stomach you might hurl from the odor

(We were just bad to the bone we were gangsta so we never did get a chance to prove to anybody how much good we had inside of us all they heard about was how drive bys and how many guns and how much dope we had so they never gave us the chance to figure out what was good about us)

<i>[Chorus:]</i>
You ani't got tell me about ccomin from nothin cause I know were livin in the fast lane my nigga sometimes it gets slow yeah heard that we be hustlen tryin to make it but steady strugglin, but you ain't gotta tell me about comin from nothin cause I know.

There's a war goin on outside no man is safe
Watch the snitches cause they close by
And tell my niggas keep there hopes high
I got vision goin multi
My eye sight is like 20/20 and hine sights like 20/20
And limelight is every bit of envy
Watch the snakes cause they gettin friendly
Watch the jakes cause they tryin to end me

<i>[Chorus]</i>

We back
We still on the streets
Rap game is now the crack game
Watch out for them rap police

The rap police is on my ass, searchin' for the rest
I'm stepping on the gas while I'm serving through the traffic
Watching the sun rise, twisting up the grass
Money on my mind, got me thinking 'bout the cash

'Cause I heard the plottin' one, you gotta have your paper right
They knocking at the door, I'm hoping they don't weigh tonight
We moves pies trying to get the treasures
Plus rides getting high till the FBI come and get us

And we hit them clubs in the city
Now I got the thugs and all the drug dealers with me
It's virgin on the bottles hope the groupies follow
I'm tryin' to slide baby beeze [Incomprehensible]

The life styles of the thugs, young rich and famous
Give a fuck about the judge, we runnin' from [Incomprehensible]
Speeding through life at a fast pace
So I pray to god tonight and I'm hoping I don't catch a case

Trying ride the wave in a deep sea
'Cause I like to spend my life, my life, my life, my life
Ducking DT's in the Z3 or the GT this is PG

Trying ride the wave in a deep sea
'Cause I like to spend my nights, my nights, my nights, my nights
Ducking DT's in the Z3 or the GT this is PG

Now I ain't sleep about a week but 7 8 theory
I'm gunning in the streets everyday is getting scary
And any minute meet the queens with the reefer
But we gotta stay alive getting faded of the reefer

Like an ol' chaser, shits gettin' major
I'm fucking with the guns gotcha ya nigga all chased up
It'd for the thrill so we do it for the love of it
Like oh what a feeling motherfucker when we thuggin' it

Go for Mob, true to stay free
Free to cop a ride, hundred thousand on the V
Wallin' in the whip, let's talk politics
They say niggas from New York is saw by the flip

I got gas in the range, cash on the chain
And I'm flying up lennox fast in the lane
They say it's all up in the streets
I'm trying to make a million while I'm dodging from police

Motherfucker [Incomprehensible]
Trying ride the wave in a deep sea
'Cause I like to spend my life, my life, my life, my life
Ducking DT's in the Z3 or the GT this is PG

Trying ride the wave in a deep sea
'Cause I like to spend my nights, my nights, my nights, my nights
Ducking DT's in the Z3 or the GT this is PG

Pay attention while I mention that the bird gang is on the move
While you talking here we walking like the way you want to do
We dem rock stars, keep dem hot cars and a hot one for you ladies
Just griding for all the paper we can get up out this game

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>[Verse 1]</i>
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

<i>[Chorus]</i>
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

<i>[Verse 2]</i>
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>[Chorus]</i>

<i>[Verse 3]</i>
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

<i>[Chorus]</i>

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
But I know I got to hold on, and just roll on

Man I fucked alotta bitches man (true)
Made a lotta money (true)
Made a lotta enemies (true)
Would I do this shit all over again, I dunno
That's a good question, would you do your life over again?
(You right about that)
I know I fuck fat ass Tasha one more time if I have nothing else to do
I fuck that bitch one more time, that ass was fat

(Verse 1)
Yo, shorty get a desk and chair
Now wit the guess appear
But if you knew my life you'd shed a tear where
From the fucked up scar to the tough luck bar
To my cousin fightin chapters in a crushed up car
I handled live beef from the pluriel I beef
Capeshe a few cats tried to muirelize me (for what)
Cause I drive a fresh benz and collect ends
But I lost brothers some best friends
Word life, we all bredgren
But we all speak and nobody budgin
Cause we all stubbrin
Yeah, we let the hate rise
Give each other fake fives
Look back periphieal give each other snake eyes
True in all sequals (true)
You too of all people
Guess they right money is the root of all people
A nigga front on them though I triggered at em'
I don't know Big it's just the type of nigga I am
I live my life a thug
Live my life wit drugs (drugs)
Fuck everybody else I live my life for Blood
So Lexus, Moff I got's to keep Triste near
Cause Blood suppost to be here (cause blood suppost to be here)

(Chorus)
When comes a song
All those crimes we've done
All those times was fun but would you do it again?
When comes a song
All those crimes we've done
All those times was fun but would you do it again?

(Verse 2)
Uh,
One of my worst fears, is being stuffed in a hearse
Six feet deep being crushed my the earth
Bury me wit rings so when I'm plucked from the earth
Every mothafucka see how much it was worth (we makin money)
Oh you stressin my best misjudgin of my worst
And all my life put in nothin but work
Y'all talk about how I was such a big flirt
I never slowed down cause I was fuckin wit skirts
I mean since the early days I was cuttin from church
Y'all talk about things I've done to my life
You talk about things that I've done to my wife
I know where I'm going so I can come in a cris'is
I do this for my niggas, who never get no chedder
For my niggas up state, that'll never get a letter
For my vitally sick, that would never get no better
For my niggas in the cold, that would never get a sweater
For the life I lead, things I done
A nigga went to school I had to bring my gun
A nigga had to hustle I had to slung them drums (I feel you man)
As the man of the house I had to bring income

(Chorus)
When comes a song
All those crimes we've done
All those times was fun but would you do it again?
When comes a song
All those crimes we've done
All those times was fun but would you do it again?

(Verse 3)
Yo, this life I should rock again? (huh)
Stand on this mothafuckin block again?
Almost get shot again (it was tough out there yo)
See alotta men get shot up bad
Back up hobbilin sista out gossipin (get em' to the hospital)
So I don't rhyme for excutives
It's imparitive do it for my jailberg consecutives
Get my messages, hell no
Or my block nigga never live, one room 7 kid
Screamin mother overhead two plates, one fork sour milk and a loaf of bread
But I shook it off smiled of course kid
My girl wildout on some child support shit
I'm out exhausted obselete y'all (y'all)
But girls will flip like Dominique Daws
I'm not here to teach yall, just here to reach yall
If I do my life over, I repeat all

(Chorus)
When comes a song
All those crimes we've done
All those times was fun, but would you do it again?
When comes a song
All those crimes we've done
All those times was fun but would you do it again?
(repeat 2 times)

[Intro]:
Yeah nigga
This is what the fuck I'm talking about
Back up in this fucking shit now
We gonna do shit ya'll niggas never heard of
Fuck is goin on in this motherfuckin bitch c'mon

[Jimmy Jones]:
Yo yo yo yo I'm a nomad nigga
I came up with no dag
Little broke nigga I ain't have no cash
No threads and no rags
Shit was serious
I wasn't in no fads nigga
I'm no pretender
I've been to jail and I know offenders
You I don't know or no remember
But I know you tender
Shit you ain't no exeption
I'm in the hood with no redemption
When you gonna die in life there's no prevention
Why the fuck you put us here when you know we bad
Yeah I was one that would cut you
Cause I came up to with no one to look up to
But the one that sold drugs to the ones with no life
Why the fuck police treatin us like we got no rides
Niggas I know the truth though I ain't got no poverty nigga
I know my roots
Nigga I know some mirrads that don't get no dormida
Ain't got no trible for no cormida no papa no madre no nada
Nigga no hente what the fuck people no comprende

[Freaky Zeeky]:
Comprende what the fuck
Nigga fuck all this shit up in this motherfucker
Got get your own cheese nigga
What the fuck is the deal what the fuck is the deal
Nigga fuck is the deal nigga fuck is the deal
Keep it real on this motherfuckin bitch nigga
You talkin shit blah blah fuck you bitch
Nigga I do what the fuck I got to do

[Cam'ron]:
Yo I can't live up in Hollow Hills with some model thrills
Why for the dollar bills I got the bottle Crils
I don't have to swallow pills
Why when I'm starvin I got to gobble meals
Why did I cop to steal
Why did I ride ride for real
Why we can't wait til our time God could take her
Why the flesh eatin disease make niggas get ate her
Why bitches with a fat ass gotta wear A cup
Why Dave Listern from the NBA-a
Why the great ones always break up
And when travisty happen they wanna make up
Why niggas can't get caked up and stay caked up
Say what why we can't tell who's smart or dumb
Why niggas in blue suits gotta take us and put us in orange one
Why Adam and Eve didn't know what was in the garden dun
Why niggas from America always wanna cart to foreign land
My drugs I gotta buy why sluts gotta fly why thugs gotta cry
Why when I get on blood got to die
Why me and Tai can't see eye to eye
Why when plane crashes niggas fly to die
Why were depend on a handshake when you reachin a palm
Why beef with my mom why can't sleep when I cum
Why my black I love every fight I laugh when they mug me every right
I got to fuck every night
Run deep in my ways six feet deep in our graves
Why periods last three to five days
Why we ain't retreated to slaves
Why we don't learn til we leave for the cage
And we say the beasts is in rage
Why I can't tell you the whole story just a piece of the page
Whys no such thing as true lies
Why can't I have two rather than few highs
Whys homos got to do guys in the world
Why ain't there more girls that wanna do girls
Whys multiple-sclorosis why got multiple intosis
You know my .45 my .357 but why my shotgun why plot dun
Why man in statue depend on his rocks son
Why my hood fight flurges I see crook type murders
And niggas get cooked like burgers
Why your girl want my clique why your girl on my dick
Why she rub it against her mouth like it's chap stick
Why this rap shit
Why CEOs wanna rap why rappers wanna be CEOs
Yo why you all wanna see me blow
Why the rederick why I can't get my proper ettiquette

[Outro]:
Better get all your money motherfucker get that said again
I want that money too nigga
Fuck that lil two dolla prude
I wanna get that Cristal shit too nigga
Yeah niggas up in the shit motherfucker
I ain't stoppin I ain't never fuckin stoppin
I ain't never motherfuckin stoppin up in this motherfucker
Nigga you better get some more money cause
We got to tapes up this motherfucker
You better be rich cause we got a lot more shit
I ain't never gonna stop motherfucker
I bet you better believe that

(feat. Juelz Santana, Jim Jones, Hell Rell, JR Writer, 40 Cal & Unkasa)

Intro
I dont care what yall say, what yall do, but yall better rep harlem until the goddamn music is through. Mr C. lets do it

(Juelz Santana)
All eyes on the honorable (who)
Dipset, back to the grill again live at the barbeque
(?) All my niggaz ride like a carnival
Heat drawn all you niggaz lie like carpet do
Get up and get ready, what up the kids ready
Now that Im back the game is fucked the bitch let me
You front, u stunt, You get heat clown
Yeah punks jump up to get beat down

(Jim Jones)
Now eight years ago, I played the bench wit dimes
Everybody on my corner is gettin bent off dimes
Sittin back, sippin yak tryna get us some sneakers
Sittin back in the Lac puffin nickels of reefer
(?) on the strip in the midst of the drug trade
(?) Im watchin for (?) in midst of the drug raid
But niggaz gotta eat its like my stomach is touchin back
New York rider for u suckerz that fuckin asked

(Hell Rell)
Now can I kick it yes I can
They wanna know if Im G'd up, Yes i am
Look Ive overpaid my dues
I almost made the news
Block kind of hot but the cocaine gon move
If I was a brick u wouldnt know what to do wit me
You'd probably pick me up get a stem and start using me
Nobody built me, I made myself
And you dont know how to shoot guns you grazed yourself

(J.R. Writer)
I was a fiend
Before I became a teen
I was dreams tossed for the latest beams (urrh)
Made me cream cuz Aye
They kept the powder in the tray way before it was Maybelene
Im in to major stacks, Major stats, Hate on that
Cam holla'd cuz imma bring his label plaques
That aint made of plaque WHOA
Your jewlry aint gold, You copped your jewlry from Hov They all fade to black

(Un Kasa)
I keep a nine in my dresser
Lyrical proffessor
Keep u under pressure
Aint a nigga better
Mind like a computer Six rugers
Get your fam go to war with six shooters
I fuck bitches in coupes they straight Hooters
Get head and thank Buda
(?) and sip Lua
I go hard you runnin with State Troopers
My niggaz straight shotters, Cock back and straight shootCha

(Mr C.)
Not in my book never that nigga, I told yall niggas to go till the fuckin Beat stopped. When (?) I had Juelz Santana, Jim Jones, Hell Rell, J.R. Writer, Un Kasa,

Livin' fast and ballin' at Christmas time
It's fin to be a good Christmas this year
Santa know when you're good or bad and we're ballin'

The music's tight, the block is stuffed
We're here tonight and that's what's up
Livin' fast and ballin' at Christmas time
Livin' fast it's dipset Christmas time

Look I'm tryna live everyday like it's Christmas
I shovel yay so everyday a *** risk this
Blow from the copeyes, feelin' like popeyes
'Cause I'm in the coupe with a chicken and a biscuit

My *** get the same thing every year
Different mew new year match the color with they hair
And you know it cost kitty if I wear
A red monkey on the jeans, eleven hundred for the pair

Might show 'em how to ball this year, yeah
The dogs the fresh London fog this year
Put the box up pull out the foxy long hair
Fresh ta death might open a morgue this year

That's how I'm feelin' holiday season
That's the holiday greeting
Buy a ratchet for the holiday heathin'
They might be doin' holiday squeezin', ya dig?

The music's tight, the block is stuffed
We're here tonight and that's what's up
Livin' fast and ballin' at Christmas time
Livin' fast it's dipset Christmas time

I want it all from racetracks to the ball games
Now we race fast in the Porsche thing
I gotta ball gettin' cash of the raw cane, I got it
And wifey want the super charged range, she got it

I think the coupe might do the hard thing for real
Gotta do seventy and I pops the wing
A little car trivia, every car giddy up like a Clydesdale
The mood is right and I'm high as hell
Big trucks through the snow like a one horse slay

The V-12 come with five hundred horses
And my whole team ballin' and we all flossy
Now I'm hearin' piff while I'm sniffin' the eggnog
Pumpin' my *** and I'm whippin' the best cars

That's 'cause we get dough
So this year mommy Benz with the red bow
You know we gettin' dollas like pref low
Holiday season so we sippin' on the XO

The music's tight, the block is stuffed
We're here tonight and that's what's up
Livin' fast and ballin' at Christmas time
Livin' fast and ballin' at Christmas time
Livin' fast it's dipset Christmas time

It's Christmas time everybody jolly
Feel it blood, everybody wanna party
Get ya flag on red rags out
Feelin' good pull the red jags out

We gonna ball at the red lights
Shit pretty ***, blind a ho with the head lights
Oh, I heard lotus poppin'
A lotta pretty *** with the fishnet stockings

Hit the club by the bar route
Where the dutches at get the jars out
And put the piffy in the air
I ain't that bent don't skip me, give it here

And we could one two step
Throw ya gang up what hood you rep nine tres
And everybody spazz out
Get blowed homie 'til you *** pass out, it's Christmas

The music's tight, the block is stuffed
We're here tonight and that's what's up
Livin' fast and ballin' at Christmas time
Livin' fast and ballin' at Christmas time
Livin' fast it's dipset Christmas time

Hey, hey, have a very merry Christmas
Have a dipset Christmas and a happy New Year

[Intro: G.A.M.E. (Jim Jones)]
(R.I.P Eazy-E)That Westside(Capo), that city where them tec's fly(Dip-set!)
We ride in that Westside(Eastside), that no seeds in our stress side(Lets ride)

[Verse 1: G.A.M.E.]
Jim Jones swirvin, I got that purple I'm blowed
Tight grip on the Escalade pole
Yeah, Harlem's jus' like Compton, that's jus' how I roll
Red bandana wrapped around the chrome .44
Gun smokin' like Suge cigar
Show me how you stunt you thrown outta movin' car
If that thing come out, its murder she wrote
If Doc come out, its 30 Impalas on the boat
Nigga, we do this everyday
Llamas under the thermul, waitin' by ya stairs like Mary J
Beat niggaz ride dirty like Jazze Pha, Cassius Clay
Knock a nigga out on the ave today
Bring the mack ya way me and Santana
Blowin' in the crowd like Donnie Hathaway
Westside blood-gang, niggaz know what I'm about
And they know I'm ruff ridin' so they knockself out

[Chorus: Bezel]
Now I ride with my vest, .45 and my tech
Big 4 in the '64, like I'm in the West
Not petrified to put 5 in ya chest
Cause, we Certified Gangstas
Stash the mill' in the house
And I kill in the drowt
That's the chill, when I pump, get it crunk in the South
Icegrill, like a nice meal in my mouth
Cause, we Certified Gangstas

I Made You!
Yes I Made You!
Mr. Potatohead I Made You!
I Made You!
I Made You!
I Made You!
Mr. Potatohead I Made You!

Theres no batteries in my back
I show you niggas how I move (Move Echo)
50 ain't gangsta
Lloyd Banks ain't gangsta
Yayo ain't gangsta
Young Buck, you know you ain't gangsta

You at what you niggas made
Ain't that a bitch
Created a monster
Kicked me outta G-Unit
Put me in converse
Matter of fact give me a dick
Just like Olivia so you can suck my shit
Gimme a pen
So I can be the hardest in the click
Wind me up nigga then gimme some lips
So I can talk about ya faggot
Niggas aint no thugs
While im at it tell Young Buck gimme some white gloves
So I can cover my fingerprints in ya blood
I need a get away car you can put it on dubs
Make sure its got a stash for the 38 snub
And a Banks album cuz thats where I got my buds
Gimme muscles like 50
Gimme Yayo hands
Gimme a collection plate for Ma$e fans
Gimme some glasses so I can watch Mason dance
Who movin? You singing?
Nigga gimme ya fans
Gimme a tattoo tear
Gimme some ears so i can hear police talkin when you disappear

I made you
I made you
I made you
I made you
Mr. Potato Head
I Made you
Yes, I Made you
Mr. Potato Head I Made you!
I Made you
I Made You!
Mr. Potato Head I Made you! (You Echo)

Theres no batteries in my back
I show you niggas how I move.

Yayo: And I'd like to thank game cuz hes mr potato head of the year, 'n' you kn.. a put together gangsta!

Rolling through Connecticut
In a stolen mini-van
Stop at his house
I dont see many men
Matter of fact I dont see any men
One plain clothed cop call him Lieutenant Dan
Officer why ya man tryna beat up my fans?
Makin me 5 times platinum wasnt part of his plan
Same shit same snitch
You know how it goes
I smell a rat even if you take off my nose
And i bet every quarter in your piggy bank
Lloyd told N.Y.P.D. who got 50 shanked
Next time when the lights go out
I'm pulling a desert eagle when the knives come out
Watch that man get ta tussling and the mice run out
Don't gamble with ya life when my dice roll out

I made you
I made you
I made you
I made you
I made you
Mr Potato Head I Made you!
Yes I Made you
Mr Potato Head I Made you!
I Made you!
I Made You!
Mr Potato Head I Made you!

Theres no batteries in my back
I show you Niggas how I move (Move Echo)
50 aint gangsta
Lloyd Banks aint gangsta
Yayo aint gangsta
Young Buck you know you aint gangsta

(Phat Rat talks)
G-G-G-G-G.... NOT!
You bitch ass niggas
Check this out man
I'm not gonna be playing these mother fucking games
Mr. Potato head now you wanna be a comedian nigga
This shit is R-E-A-L nigga!
Real nigga
Black wall street
Wait wait
Like I told you last time
It's THE black wall street you bitch ass nigga
And Oliv... Excuse me OLIVER!
You punk mother fucker
I'm still taking heat from my niggas
For looking at your mother fuckin' ass nigga
You somebodys son
You bitch ass Nigga
I'ma catch up to your ass nigga
Muscle mouth ass bitch
Thats alright though nigga

G-U-Not nigga

This is black wall street nigga
Tell me where you at
Thats all we need to know nigga
Cus this is real nigga
This is the streets nigga
Brazil & Wilmington nigga
In case you didn't know nigga
Thats right in the heart of COMPTON
You Bitch ass nigga
And Olivia
Get that mother fucking lil' ass red
Mother fucking shorts off your mother fucking ass on that video
Everybody can you see your balls bitch
' The fuck is wrong with you
My Niggas know I tried to holla at your bitch ass nigga
Ima fuck you up nigga
It's your fault
50 Snitch
This is Phat Rat nigga
In case you forgot nigga
Double!

Mr. Potatohead I Made You!
I kill who is my enemy
I don't give a fuck
If you talk shit
I make you a follower yeah
You crack me up kid
Your stupid
I'm much more agile then ever
Got more style so yo whatever
Whatever
Whatever (Echoes)

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 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
Niggas 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'

[Chorus]
Frienemies [Repeat: x2]
The ones you kept close
The ones you love most
Frienemies
You know who you kiss
You know who you lift
This shit is getting scary
Frenemies [Repeat: x2]
The ones you kept secret
You had plans to make it
Frienemies
I smell 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 quater 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, barude nuders
You would be Judice
But in the process
Flew you in the world
Put diamonds on your neck
Like you were 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 talking 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

[Chorus]

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 50
You gotta stay on 50
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 trifling 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
Frienemies

Shorty you're 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
Oh, you're precious

Whoa, whoa, shorty you know you precious
Hands down a little more then impressive
You could afford to be selective
If you've got a man he need to be over protective

No games just telling you my perspective
I would try to scoop you if I didn't even direct
She'll leave a nigga breathless
It's not who you came with is who they say you done left with

You got a lover every morning there's breakfast
And she don't be goin' through my phone like no detective
Seeing me with you got them sicka than asbestos
You ain't gotta love it they gotta fuckin' respect it

If I were you I would get up on some neck shit
If I send the goons out somebody's gonna make an exit
She come and get me if I get arrested
Lil' mama do the unexpected 'cause shorty she's a ridah

Shorty you're 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
Oh, you're precious

Every Obama needs a Michelle
So little mama won't you be my Michelle
Michelle my belle, I want you on my team, can't you tell?
Wanna buy you pretty things like bags from Channel
Texting on the phone, I got you laughin' on your cell

SMH, LOL with a smiley face
Talking dirty got me hotter than a fireplace
What's the deal? Is you tryna get baked?
Take you out the fridge and put your ass on boil

Treat you like milk I'll let your ass get spoiled
Said you wanna ride I bought you brand new toys
So tell cupid that I seen my target, pretty face
And a body like a Greek goddess
A diva, closet like Neiman Marcus
Work on a new fashion before it hits the market

Shorty you're 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
Oh, you're precious

Pretty brown eyes don't break my heart
Your body's in mint condition
We all find now you lit the spark
Let me put you in a right position

Right now
Tell me your fantasy baby and I'ma take you there, yeah
So turn the lights out
Or you can leave them on shorty, I don't care

Shorty you're 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
Oh, you're precious

You know, everybody expect a baller but I'm like
Why you worried about balling, 'cause I am balling
I'm just ready to blow the bank on you, girl

You know, we just splashing them this year
It's all about that splash life
I still live the fast life, I blow the bank though

I got at place in mind, for my move to LA
Or my mansion in NJ, we can party in the sky
Where you wanna go?
From Manhattan to my hood
Where my money's never good
We can spend it playa, tell me what you want

Trying to scoop something nice
(Fly, girl)
Trying to put you on the flight
I'm a jumper, we can do Aruba tonight
Or we can jump in the coupe and just shoot for the night

She was dancing in the club with her pumps in her hand
Trying to tell her that The Trump was the plan
Trying to get her out of the club
And have her jump in the Lamb
(Murcielago)

Konichiwa, we can jump to Japan
(You like sushi?)
Or we can just do the tropics

We need more problems cause the money ain't the object
Probably get mad cause the smokes in the cockpit
(So what?)
Chest cold as a froze up locket

I wanna blow the bank with you
Spending all that money, spending all that cash
I wanna blow the bank with you
Spending all that money, spending all that cash, let's go

In Atlanta, popped up like a toaster
(I'm burnt out)
Did Miami in the soft-top roadster
(drop top)

Rose champs, spilling drinks on the sofa
(Champaign don't stain)
Thank God for the chauffeur

Where to little lady?
She's my designated driver
Bad little B, like the destiny survivor
(She's a dime)

We can see the sun rise up
Speeding to the room in the V getting highed up
(Hit that, hit that)
Or we can jump through the block

Brand new whip, so you can jump through the top
Hop out like who got bank
Then we blow it all cause you know we gonna ball

I wanna blow the bank with you
Spending all that money, spending all that cash
I wanna blow the bank with you
Spending all that money, spending all that cash

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 thing 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? Let's get it in
Scoop her up like, baby, let's 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 sexy
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 would a made ya day
Spending money like a Vegas day

See this is the life that most people dreamed of but this what we live for
They wanna take this from us why
'Cause we young black rich and famous, I wouldn't trade it for the world
And there's no regrets in life, how that sound

This is the life
When the champagne spills and the Rollie on a nigga wrist glows
This is the life
When the spotlight shines and the camera gets me with a sick pose

This is the life
When the night time falls and the cash shuts everything down
This is the life
I'm escapin' on a heartache so why you gotta blame the hood?

Main dragon chin chillied up
Took the champagne glasses, please fill 'em up
Don't be scared that you spillin' it
And tell the truth is you feelin' it

That's the breeze from the gutta
We make cheese cop V'S and burn rubba
The latest coop V's got the ladies loopy
Indulged in the world so we spend the paper loosely

Life in the lime light, pretty, pretty bitches
My ice shine bright, break bread wit my niggaz
The feds takin' pictures, we call 'em paparazzi
I tell my possie vogue strike a pose
I hop up in the Rolls, blunt, I'm gonna smoke

This is the life
When the champagne spills and the Rollie on a nigga wrist glows
This is the life
When the spotlight shines and the camera gets me with a sick pose

This is the life
When the night time falls and the cash shuts everything down
This is the life
I'm escapin' on a heartache so why you gotta blame the hood?

I wanna tell my problems to the reverend
Prayin' to God is there Harlem up in heaven?
Gazin' at the stars Ferrari engine rarrin'
At the red light and Harlem was the settin'

I'm married to a gang but didn't come for the weddin'
It started with the dealin' and dreams of four wheelin'
Comin' up I ran a amuck in the streets
Chasin' the fast bucks, stomach touch gotta eat

Now we orderin' breakfast, I'm sittin' at the table
Stackin' up my pancakes the syrups on maple
I gotta watch my brothers 'cause Cain can turn Abel
Gotta watch the money 'cause the thing can turn tables

This is the life
When the champagne spills and the Rollie on a nigga wrist glows
This is the life
When the spotlight shines and the camera gets me with a sick pose

This is the life
When the night time falls and the cash shuts everything down
This is the life
I'm escapin' on a heartache so why you gotta blame the hood?

All I need in this world of sin is just me and the pearl twin turbo
Blowin' smoke through the pipes, gettin' ghost through the night
This is fast life livin', pick a coast if you like

The day we cell dope, the night is velvet rope
Party with the chicks from the club with hella smoke
Whips that we valet soon as we hit Cali
Call the more buckets, ask the waitress what's the tally

Swipin' all da cash, lightin' up the grass
Four Seasons stays, more reason for us to play
Doin' sunset the Porsche Caberlay
Or the red eye flights like the Jedi Knight in Star Wars

This is the life
When the champagne spills and the Rollie on a nigga wrist glows
This is the life
When the spotlight shines and the camera gets me with a sick pose

This is the life
When the night time falls and the cash shuts everything down
This is the life
I'm escapin' on a heartache so why you gotta blame the hood?

Heaven for us
I wanna know is there a heaven for us, us, us, us, us?
Heaven for us
I wanna know is there a heaven for us, us, us, us, us?

Heaven for us
I wanna know is there a heaven for us, us, us, us, us?
Heaven for us
I wanna know is there a heaven for us, us, us, us, us?

And 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 the 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, it's like we born with a felony

Where's the longevity, we in the place
Where best friends become enemies
And foul niggas got the tendency
You gotta watch what you wish for
I hope to God it's on a switchboard
When I'm tryin' to say a prayer

And I'm callin', hope You listen Lord
See it's 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

Lord, do You hear me praying
When I'm lookin' at the sky?
I hope You can hear what I'm saying
It's like my, my, my

I'm not really complaining
But it makes me wanna cry
I know You can see what I'm saying
It's like my, my, my, it's like my, my, my

'Cause God ain't cryin' when the sky starts to rain
That must you and God in heaven poppin' champagne
And speakin' of the shams, remember in Miami
You got bent pussy, it was your first trip with me

We was goin' hard too many bottles up in free-vay
You was goin' crazy with my Haitian man t-sway
Pass that on the twins, I had teesh fer like 3 days
And I can't forget you b-day

We had dead body tap, we was deeper than aye
And now I'm just wishin' I could see a nigga face
And they kill bang, bang, did you get it with 'em yet?
And it's a damn shame because niggas 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

Lord do You hear me praying
When I'm lookin' at the sky?
I hope You can hear what I'm saying
It's like my, my, my

I'm not really complaining
But it makes me wanna cry
I know You can see what I'm saying
It's like my, my, my, it's like my, my, my

To tell you both the truth, I ain't doin' the best
I'm tryin' to keep a positive mind movin' through the stress
I'm tryin' to stay afloat, they say I'm doin' the most
I'm doin' way too much, I'm playin' death to close

I'm think 'bout the thought of goin' back to court
For the petty little games I really should avoid
But it's the calculator risk on how we make the chip
Realizin' if I slip, it's 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 won't change the deficit
That ain't really even the best of it
You catch me in the streets, I will surely tell you the rest of it

Lord do You hear me praying
When I'm lookin' at the sky?
I hope You can hear what I'm saying
It's like my, my, my

I'm not really complaining
But it makes me wanna cry
I know You can see what I'm saying
It's like my, my, my, it's like my, my, my

Give me a minute to get in it, give me a minute
With one of your main bitches, mental fitness I demonstrate
Right in front of your eyes
Watch your bitch elevate from a five to a nine

Confidence booster all in her mind
And I'm checkin' every dollar and dime
(Come with me)
To the city where my committee chase titties and ass
(Are you ready? Come with me)
I'll show you where the check break fast and we bust heads fast

If a nigga not in single file
Run up on him single style
Let the thing break him down, you love my methods
Take a nigga off the earth if he on my shit list reckless

The key copper have to eat proper
Bitches lookin' for guidance, had to be proper
Tone Capone is the beat dropper
The jump off is jumpin' off proper and it's about to get hotter

(Come with me)
'Til it pop off
And you better be ready for the jump off
(Come with me)
'Til it pop off

And you better be ready for the jump off
(Come with me)
'Til it pop off
And you better be ready for the jump off
(Come with me)

I still rep Walnut street in deep East Oakland
The 100 block where you can your whole shit broken
Like Mystikal 'Still Smokin
The life [unverified] and rent free

I never let nothin' live on my mind
I gotta grind
(Grind)
Shine and fight for my grandma
And don't do nothin' stupid like Hammer

'Til I go bankrupt, steady drinkin' 'til I finish my cup
Then bust ya head before I shoot up the gut
Fresh outta Folsom and proper beef injections
Chosen selections 'cause girl I ain't fuckin' without protection

I'm harder than erection
Teachers so you study your lessons
And advise for that viewer discretion
On a scale to 1 to 10, I get 11

Give a toast to the pussy like Devin
And beat it up off Sprite and Seagram 7
I've plottin' on a way to get rich
And keep bread out that cock

And all the folks in the hood aimin' for head
Shots of lead poppin', situation's crucial
And every nigga I'm wit is feelin' neutral
Fuck, takin' 10 paces and drawin' down

This ain't no Western movie
Roll a Swisher, pass it to Ric, sat the window wit the doobie
I'm lookin' at booty, onion ass on the strip
You fine but baby girl where your whip, it's jumpin' off

(Come with me)
'Til it pop off
And you better be ready for the jump off
(Come with me)
'Til it pop off

And you better be ready for the jump off
(Come with me)
'Til it pop off
And you better be ready for the jump off
(Come with me)

While I'm outtie on the west, I got the best weed and the best hoes
I'm on the block at all times, dressed in the best clothes
My focus is money 'cause pussy come natural
I only fuck with those that can show me some collateral

I deal 'em all off top
I ain't a child molester or a killer, I don't need y'all props
Shit, if she wit me, she know what it is
We hotellin' and you don't deserve to go to the crib

If yo patna wanna roll, she can roll, I ain't gotta touch
I like to smoke and watch you freaky hoes
And I could have my choice, enie meenie miney mo
Bust a nut, get the fuck, play it how it go

My main ho called and told me she made some money
I said, "Bitch you ain't never come gave it to me"
How many woman now done wanna get gangsta for me
Gotta be willin' to get down on your hands and stomach
(Are you ready?)

(Come with me)
'Til it pop off
And you better be ready for the jump off
(Come with me)
'Til it pop off

And you better be ready for the jump off
(Come with me)
'Til it pop off
And you better be ready for the jump off
(Come with me)

(feat. Ron Browz, Juelz Santana)

[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!

Nigga, we too close, can't stop praying now
Though it seems there's no end to this pain
Every time I close my eyes I pray for rain
I pray for rain to wash away the strain

Nigga, we too close, can't stop praying now
Though it seems there's no end to this pain
Every time I close my eyes I pray for rain
I pray for rain to wash away the strain

You couldn't understand how much the pain weight
So in the hood we love the rainy days
'Cause sub constantly we know the sun's coming
We love the winter 'cause we know the summers coming

Remember I got locked the same night my son was coming
All I could do is pray that they don't 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 miracle on flat bush 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 up gun free

I swear some places I don't want him to be
And I swear some things I don't want him to see
But new booty, daddy loves you truly
So the nights you don't see me, you know daddy's on his duty

Nigga, we too close, can't stop praying now
Though it seems there's no end to this pain
Every time I close my eyes I pray for rain
I pray for rain to wash away the strain

What's a poor man's 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 for that shitting and all them pampers
Grandma layed up with all of that cancer

Lid paint flaking constantly chipping
Mama with that dark rum constantly sipping
I vow to my name a bad transmission
For getting in the game that's a bad transition

One flick, one night I'm ally ally outsin' free
For getting you a place with a G
A couple heavy shots I'ma newer man ready
Go and get paper the hustler with the confetti, I'm ready

Nigga, we too close, can't stop praying now
Though it seems there's no end to this pain
Every time I close my eyes I pray for rain
I pray for rain to wash away the strain

I can truly understand
How life can drain all the passion from a man
With just one chance it can change his circumstance
And get that money, baby, get that money, babe
Let's get this money, baby, yeah

Nigga, we too close, can't stop praying now
Though it seems there's no end to this pain
Every time I close my eyes I pray for rain
I pray for rain to wash away the strain

Dipset, as we proceed what have we here?
Take that, take that, it's 0-9 muthafucka
One thing to do get money muthafucka

I pulled off like na, na, na, na, na, na
They would of tried some bullshit but a nigga had the blamer
They only got me 'cause they caught it on a camera
They wanna ball but they ain't got no stamina

They said damn man, you lookin' like Pac
I said, nah not alive, man I'm lookin' like Jones
Besides I put money on your skull and bones
And keep it low, watch what you say up on those fuckin' phones

Touch down 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
Harlem is one big ski slalom, I guess the hill is like the Swiss Alps
We bring them whips out

We gettin' money like na, na, na, na, na, na
Waitin' at the flash throwin' money at the cameras
Twin turbs out speeding with the scanners
Breeze past the cops screamin' na, na, na, na, na, na

We gettin' money like na, na, na, na, na, na
Lookin' at my ass don't you wish he had a camera
We gettin' money like na, na, na, na, na, na
Drop top at the light screamin' life is good

If there's money on my head I hope they got a receipt
Cool your old ass off 'cause it's hot on these streets
I got dogs and they not on a leash
So you hope you understand, do you copy, capesh?

At this point I don't think they could take it
Sharks in the water they won't make it to safety
And even though that we been gettin' cake
And now the money taste sweet like pastry, they hate me

Now tell me how I look
Would you rather live life like me or by the book?
Sheesh, we are what we are
Make the wrong move will put your faggot ass in the ER

Flat line if it's red apples fallin' hit me on the bat line
I'm back for mine some more black flyin'
The flyest nigga you know that got a knack for crime, na, na

We gettin' money like na, na, na, na, na, na
Waitin' at the flash throwin' money at the cameras
Twin turbs out speeding with the scanners
Breeze past the cops screamin' na, na, na, na, na, na

We gettin' money like na, na, na, na, na, na
Lookin' at my ass don't you wish he had a camera
We gettin' money like na, na, na, na, na, na
Drop top at the light screamin' life is good

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, the feds takin' flicks of us

They all know I put on for Harlem
Tell rich Broadway I took it up another level
I took 80, blew it on a Beezle
Bought the new Fiskar, flew it through the ghetto

The definition of opulence
The jewels drippin', we droppin' on top and poppin' shit
Who would think that this kid from the projects
Get his neck so cold you would think he's lethargic

The wrist look like hypothermia set in
Pick a club night that the burner don't get in
We pop champagne until the club let out
I drink and I fuck and then I piss a nigga rent out

We gettin' money like na, na, na, na, na, na
Waitin' at the flash throwin' money at the cameras
Twin turbs out speeding with the scanners
Breeze past the cops screamin' na, na, na, na, na, na

We gettin' money like na, na, na, na, na, na
Lookin' at my ass don't you wish he had a camera
We gettin' money like na, na, na, na, na, na
Drop top at the light screamin' life is good

You know the rules nigga? Fly high or get flew over
Roll with us or get rolled over, ain't nothin' 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, Jones

When it gets messed around with I'm the one, one
Uh huh. Uh.

(Jim Jones Talking)
I swear it wasn't me
I swear that wasn't me
I swear it wasn't me I swear baby
When it gets messed around with I'm the one, I'm the one
It wasn't me I promise

This ya boy jones
(Ooh. Ooh. Oh oh. )
With a sexy young diva, her name is Lumidee (that's right)
(Ooh. Ooh. Oh oh.)
She tryin take my game flab and all that
(Ooh. Ooh. Oh oh.)
But she's tellin me she's up to my tricks
(When it gets messed around with I'm the one, I'm the one)
And I'll be happy to give all up
You know what baby?
(What?)

(Verse 1) (Jim Jones)
Do you get it from you mami? (damn!)
Or we can take a trip to Miami
Tear the roof off till they flicks spot a lambi (what else)
Marcuilago C's with the auto marble piece (ballin!)
Don't tell ya moms about me (nope)
She ain't gon like that you involved with a g (I'll tell you what)
I'll tell you yet, meet me uptown top down
Show you the world, that's why we speedin around (Go!)

(Verse 2) (Lumidee)
You gonna make me (somethin a rather leader)
It's kinda crazy (feels like I just meet ya)
Up on the dancefloor (like I'm catchin a seizure)
Damn, it should phase me (I'ma bout to re-up)

(Chorus)
All the things you do, all your lil moves (uh-huh, uh-huh, uh-huh)
Every chick in here wanna get a piece of you (yeah, yeah)
All the things you do, all your lil moves (uh-huh, uh-huh, uh-huh)
Every chick in here wanna get a piece of you (yeah, yeah, come on)
Oh. Oh oh oh oh. Oh oh oh oh. Oh oh oh oh.
When I gets messed around with I'm the one, one (you ready? What else?)

(Verse 3) (Lumidee)
It's so amazing


You wouldn't blame me (When he's got his g's up)
What I got in store (It's hard to believe)
He's gonna want more (He's gon need that ring)

(Chorus)
All the things you do, all your lil moves (uh-huh, uh-huh, uh-huh)
Every chick in here wanna get a piece of you
All the things you do, all your lil moves (uh-huh, uh-huh, uh-huh)
Every chick in here wanna get a piece of you
(Oh. Oh oh oh oh. Oh oh oh oh. Oh oh oh oh.)
When I gets messed around with I'm the one, one (Jones!)

(Verse 4) (Jim Jones)
His shoes shoes to my dog
New koofs got the partial greys (stuntin)
And movin through just like a horse race (see this)
She want a bottle so I brought the keg (it's nothin)
I stared at her and took a double take (BALLIN!)
I told em miss me with that bullshit (that's right)
They bullshit ya buck sixty for the bullrus (you see it)
We pull them grips a buck sixty so I brought this (its nothin)
No offense b, girl I need a boss (you ready?)

(Lumidee)
Believe that I can ride
Keep you by my side
Bossy as I wanna be
Shit don't even try
Believe that I can ride
Keep you by my side
Bossy as I wanna be
Shit don't even try

(Chorus)
All the things you do, all your lil moves (uh-huh, uh-huh, uh-huh)
Every chick in here wanna get a piece of you
All the things you do, all your lil moves (uh-huh, uh-huh, uh-huh)
Every chick in here wanna get a piece of you
When I gets messed around with I'm the one, one
(Oh. Oh oh oh oh. Oh oh oh oh. Oh oh oh oh.)
When I gets messed around with I'm the one, one

(Jim Jones)
Aye we jus havin fun out here, you understand me?
You said you up on everything
It depends on how fast you wanna live
We live in the fast life cuz we rockstars
You up for that?

[Juelz Santana]
Yo who that
[Ja]
Me,it's Ja

[Juelz Santana]
Ja, Come in man
What up Ja, what's poppin

[Ja]
What up Uncle Ju Ju
You know Im five years old now right

[Juelz Santana]
Yeah I know man you gettin big tell me about it what's good

[Ja]
It's crazy man, you know my teacher had the nerve to ask me for your autograph

[Juelz Santana]
What, she asked for my autograph in the class

[Ja]
I had to tell her man im here to learn this aint the time or the place for that

[Juelz Santana]
you crazy man say word

[Ja]
word

[Juelz Santana]
you a trip lil nigga you know that, what you tell her after that

[Ja]
I said a dipset bitch

[Juelz Santana]
a a a, come on man you cant be doin it like that at five man, you got to get another decade with you at least

[Ja]
you know that you the only thing they talk about in my school

[Juelz Santana]
word

[Ja]
not cause you that nigga

[Juelz Santana]
why

[Ja]
but bacause im that nigga


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you all i talk about

[Juelz Santana]
that's what's up that's what's up

[Ja]
some of the kids can hardly talk

[Juelz Santana]
yeah word

[Ja]
there fore you gotta make it happen
know what im talkin bout

[Juelz Santana]
yeah yeah i know what you talkin about nigga i know

[Ja]
word uncle Ju Ju

[Juelz Santana]
yo man come on man you gotta stop with that uncle Ju Ju shit man know what i mean

[Ja]
that's what i call you, that's what ima keep callin you and let everybody else call you Juelz aight

[Juelz Santana]
aight

[Ja]
other than that I just wanna tell you I love you

[Juelz Santana]
aww i love you too man

[Ja]
wo wo wo, dont be gettin all mushy on me man, it's time to do it big, now lets go

[Juelz Santana rapping]
Now that I've got your attention
[Repeat x5]
Im what the games been missing
What you about to witness is something that you haven't been witness'in
Im what the games been missing

[Chorus: ]
Now how u gon? tell me you don?t love me no more (how you gon' tell me that?)
'Cuz I'm out here getting this bread (you hatin' on this paper chase?)
Tryna get my Momma a crib (shit don?t even sound right)
Tryna get up out the ghetto
Now how the hood talkin' 'bout they don't need me no more
(What'chu want me stuck in the ghetto, listen I'ma get out)
'Cuz a mu'fucka push that GT
(Then you what, I'ma come back for the niggas need to be reached for)
It's a problem tryna take that from me
(You niggas is slippin')
'Cuz I'm packin' heavy metal uhhuh

I hear the streets talking funny (shit)
So I laugh (haha) tell 'em keep talking funny (keep talking funny)
I'ma keep talking money (yup)
And all different types (what)
The yens and the pounds (pounds)
Nigga just for spite push, the Bentley round town (sparrows)
Tripin' in ice I still be up town (Harlem)
I hear em kicking up dirt on my name (so what)
But I could clean em up like detergent on a stain
Or I'll beam 'em up we got birdies on the chain (easy)
Respect my mind or respect my grind (cause what)
Gone to the bank when its cheque signing time (okay)
Its Tito Borough when it's jet flying time (clear-port)
And we so thorough we the set fly or die (Dip Set)
The bitches funny I'm talking bout life (yup)
It was Sunday to Sunday on New York's chilly nights (that's right)
And we was hungry nauseas for a bite
But if the world's apple pie of course you want a slice (yup)

[Chorus: ]

Heard somebody speak my name, but death was next to it (pray for me)
My next breath was let's do it (kid)
Got me runnin' through the game with my vest and my best shooters (who's next)
Best of event VVS and best ya jewelers (new year)
Nigga outta lame ya shit, gets chewed up (get em)
And I'm tryna kill the pain with like two sluts (what's up baby)
Use to say money ain't a thang to I blew up (what)
Then money's everything, but that thang can break your crew up (true stills)
Where did love go? (where)
And where does that leave us? (where we at)
They holdin' grudges on how they receive us (fa sho')
And show the judges on how they perceive us
Hate to see a thug nigga whip the foreign features (ballin')
Secretary's that Condoleza (yup)
Cash first, secondary we use the visa (uh huh)
Blast first, never worry about police cuffs (nope)
Ya either leave us or you free us
I need money!

[Chorus: ]

American Gangster is what i want to be.
The song goes thru my ears,but it's to loud.
My feather used to be a gangster in his band.
He was a mexaen then he turned into a american.
So everyone called him AMERICAN GANGSTER.
I became one just like him.
I got in a band just like him.

I did everything just like him.
I came home my mother just stared at meee uh...i screamed just like
Him. then i looked him.

[Juelz Santana]
Yo who that
[Ja]
Me,it's Ja

[Juelz Santana]
Ja, Come in man
What up Ja, what's poppin

[Ja]
What up Uncle Ju Ju
You know Im five years old now right

[Juelz Santana]
Yeah I know man you gettin big tell me about it what's good

[Ja]
It's crazy man, you know my teacher had the nerve to ask me for your autograph

[Juelz Santana]
What, she asked for my autograph in the class

[Ja]
I had to tell her man im here to learn this aint the time or the place for that

[Juelz Santana]
you crazy man say word

[Ja]
word

[Juelz Santana]
you a trip lil nigga you know that, what you tell her after that

[Ja]
I said a dipset bitch

[Juelz Santana]
a a a, come on man you cant be doin it like that at five man, you got to get another decade with you at least

[Ja]
you know that you the only thing they talk about in my school

[Juelz Santana]
word

[Ja]
not cause you that nigga

[Juelz Santana]
why

[Ja]
but bacause im that nigga


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you all i talk about

[Juelz Santana]
that's what's up that's what's up

[Ja]
some of the kids can hardly talk

[Juelz Santana]
yeah word

[Ja]
there fore you gotta make it happen
know what im talkin bout

[Juelz Santana]
yeah yeah i know what you talkin about nigga i know

[Ja]
word uncle Ju Ju

[Juelz Santana]
yo man come on man you gotta stop with that uncle Ju Ju shit man know what i mean

[Ja]
that's what i call you, that's what ima keep callin you and let everybody else call you Juelz aight

[Juelz Santana]
aight

[Ja]
other than that I just wanna tell you I love you

[Juelz Santana]
aww i love you too man

[Ja]
wo wo wo, dont be gettin all mushy on me man, it's time to do it big, now lets go

[Juelz Santana rapping]
Now that I've got your attention
[Repeat x5]
Im what the games been missing
What you about to witness is something that you haven't been witness'in
Im what the games been missing

Livin' fast and ballin' at Christmas time
It's fin to be a good Christmas this year
Santa know when you're good or bad and we're ballin'

The music's tight, the block is stuffed
We're here tonight and that's what's up
Livin' fast and ballin' at Christmas time
Livin' fast it's dipset Christmas time

Look I'm tryna live everyday like it's Christmas
I shovel yay so everyday a *** risk this
Blow from the copeyes, feelin' like popeyes
'Cause I'm in the coupe with a chicken and a biscuit

My *** get the same thing every year
Different mew new year match the color with they hair
And you know it cost kitty if I wear
A red monkey on the jeans, eleven hundred for the pair

Might show 'em how to ball this year, yeah
The dogs the fresh London fog this year
Put the box up pull out the foxy long hair
Fresh ta death might open a morgue this year

That's how I'm feelin' holiday season
That's the holiday greeting
Buy a ratchet for the holiday heathin'
They might be doin' holiday squeezin', ya dig?

The music's tight, the block is stuffed
We're here tonight and that's what's up
Livin' fast and ballin' at Christmas time
Livin' fast it's dipset Christmas time

I want it all from racetracks to the ball games
Now we race fast in the Porsche thing
I gotta ball gettin' cash of the raw cane, I got it
And wifey want the super charged range, she got it

I think the coupe might do the hard thing for real
Gotta do seventy and I pops the wing
A little car trivia, every car giddy up like a Clydesdale
The mood is right and I'm high as hell
Big trucks through the snow like a one horse slay

The V-12 come with five hundred horses
And my whole team ballin' and we all flossy
Now I'm hearin' piff while I'm sniffin' the eggnog
Pumpin' my *** and I'm whippin' the best cars

That's 'cause we get dough
So this year mommy Benz with the red bow
You know we gettin' dollas like pref low
Holiday season so we sippin' on the XO

The music's tight, the block is stuffed
We're here tonight and that's what's up
Livin' fast and ballin' at Christmas time
Livin' fast and ballin' at Christmas time
Livin' fast it's dipset Christmas time

It's Christmas time everybody jolly
Feel it blood, everybody wanna party
Get ya flag on red rags out
Feelin' good pull the red jags out

We gonna ball at the red lights
Shit pretty ***, blind a ho with the head lights
Oh, I heard lotus poppin'
A lotta pretty *** with the fishnet stockings

Hit the club by the bar route
Where the dutches at get the jars out
And put the piffy in the air
I ain't that bent don't skip me, give it here

And we could one two step
Throw ya gang up what hood you rep nine tres
And everybody spazz out
Get blowed homie 'til you *** pass out, it's Christmas

The music's tight, the block is stuffed
We're here tonight and that's what's up
Livin' fast and ballin' at Christmas time
Livin' fast and ballin' at Christmas time
Livin' fast it's dipset Christmas time

Hey, hey, have a very merry Christmas
Have a dipset Christmas and a happy New Year

Here we are all alone in this room (oh) And girl I know where to start and what we gonna do (yeah) I’ll take my time we’ll be all night girl So get ready babe I got plans for me and you Bridge: It aint my first time but baby girl we can pretend, Hey lets bump and grind girl tonight will never end Chorus: Let me take u down I really wanna take u down And show you what im about When I take u now Your body body oohh Your body body up and down So don’t stop girl get it Quit playin wit it Can’t wait no more I wanna take u down I really wanna take you down, take u down Yeah, Yeah, Yeah, Yeah Verse 2 Pretty girl lets take it off in this room No time to waste girl you know what we came to do (woahha) We got all night to try and get it right, girl I hope your ready, hope your ready, hope your ready I hope your ready babe cause here we go You know how we do (hhoo) Bridge: It aint my first time but baby girl we can pretend Hey, Lets bump and grind girl tonight will never end Chorus: Let me take you down I really wanna take u down And show u what im about When I take you now Your Body body oohh Your Body body up and down So don’t stop girl get it Quit playin wit it Can’t wait no more I wanna take you down I really wanna take u down I really wanna take u down You, freakin oh baby like the pro baby And I bet that you Think you know baby like your pro baby So watcha wanna do I wanna take it down baby nice and slow So bring it lets go baby Let me take you down I really wanna take u down And show u what im about When I take you now Body body oohh Body body up and down So don’t stop girl get it Quit playin wit it Can’t wait no more I wanna take you down I really wanna take u down, take u down Take u down