We set them presidents, to get them presidents Over the ones that are dead, we’ll put guns to your head Put dots on your loaf like you was wonder
Songs of the JIM JONES
Yea, Jones…Capo Status You know what this is about! Its about riders… all my states around the countries all my niggaz from ghetto to ghetto, my niggaz ready to
Dipset motherfuckas Jha Jha, Jim Jones, Paul Wall….they call me Diddy Yall motherfuckas must have lost yall mind AHHH!!!! What u been drankin on
Bend, Eastside could you stretch then bend Westside could you stretch then bend Southside could you stretch then bend Midwest could you stretch then bend N.
Clap, Byrd Gang, clap, Byrd Gang, clap Dip-Set!!! Can I get a G clap, Byrd Gang, clap, Byrd Gang Clap, Byrd Gang Can I get a G clap [Verse:
When I’m dippin on the grind I get my money quick But sometimes I wanna lay up wit my honey dip She be wit me cause she aint like
This is 9 tre news I’m Jimmy Jones here with your weather We apologize for the drout all week but it looks like thunderstorms all weekend. We fittin to
Another rap extravagance classic for you niggaz WE TRYNA GET PAAAID, CAN I GET SOME BUCKS WITH CHUUUUUU? GET BLAAAZED, CAN I HIT FROM STUFF WITH
You know I keep my eyes wide East side high risers West side low riders vest with the four-fire Yes I fo sho fire D-I-P low rider See police,
Jim Jones what it is homie Killa Cam, Freekz Zeeky, Juelz whats happ’nin Hey ‘a aye… yea yea yea ‘a aye T. I. P. nigga y ‘a y yeeah.
(Jimmy) Capo. . .whats my mothafuckin name?. . .Dipset. . .(Jimmy) Eastside (Jimmy) Cool chris. . .Say what. . .(Jimmy) Ugh…Whats my mothafuckin name? (Jimmy) Dipset Dipset (Jimmy, Jimmy
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!
True story Cold sweats (sweaty sheets) From bad dreams (nightmares) I hope the Feds don’t grab the team Cause we been labeled as the trouble makers (DipSet)
Ya Know….like that shit sound like rock music You know what im talkin bout (Uh Uh) Yea, My man Bruno just stepped in You know how we living it
They got us fuckin up a storm (fuckin) Kush up till the morn (you know) Breezin from the telly puffin marijuan (all night) White t & my pelly (crispy)
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’
Killa This my man Jim Jones You know we been through a lot of devistation, larceny Defeat, misconceptions Man, fuck all that, I don’t know what that’s about But
Dip-Set, uh (Jones) Money on mind (Capo Status) Mind on my money (Dip-set nigga) My money on mind (You know the streets is what it is nigga) Mind on
7th Lennox and what about the east side El Barrio we blowin’ smoke while we G ride Washington Heights dime lo tato you know Todo bien tato capo uh
I seen it all from a player’s eyes (mack) Look at this world from my latest ride (Benz) We knock ’em all if you let this slide
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