الأغاني:
Jim Jones This Is The Life

world There's no agrees in life How dat sound [Chorus:] This is the life When the champagne spills And the rollie on a nigga wrist glows This is the life

the car foreign Got my red Dre Beats on, trying to put my peeps on And I keep it hood like this Phantom is a Nissan Where my nigga Jim Jones at? Roll

boyz, go down like that What up Jones? Dipset, nigga Bitch my Cadillac is candy an' my pistol is pearl My best friend is a pimp an' his bottom bitch is

bane though painful Shit is what they like, hit is what they might Spit his stuff in life, shit is fuckin' tight But some people think it's an evil experiment Some people is

Killer, Jim Jones My man DJ Nasty in the house tonight [Incomprehensible], do it, Ma (Hey lady) I know you heard me in British rob But I get you bracelets

block is boiling and the food is spoiled but that pot With the rock is boiling, same pot mommy cook with, left the oil in Come on home with me, where these bitches is

life All my niggaz in the penitentiary, holdin' that life See I'm stunnin' for my niggaz with this chromed out pipes This swish interry foreign German lifes An' I keep this

the beats to make the ground shake, earthquake I do it for the empire cause I've been fire you aint never seena monster like me you a liar [Jim Jones

by the pound I'm posted on the block til the sun go down.... [Jim Jones] Ugh....Jones, Capo! Dipset! Them nigga's know I'm bout this (ByrdGang!) Spillin