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
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
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
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
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
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
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
me because they caught it on the camera they wanna mall but they aint got no stamina they said man you looking like pac na not alive man im looking like jones
Ether boy Hey, how we ball in the club I know u hate it Mami dancin' on the floor I like she naked When she layed up wit chu I know she fake it All the
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
need fly rides just to drive in my garage Stay sky high, fly wit the stars G4 flights, 80 grand large So we lean wit it, pop wit it Vertical Jones, mean
] We fly high, no lie, you know this (BALLIN!!!) Foreign rides, outside, it's like showbiz (ladies) We stay fly, no lie, you know this (REMIXXX!!!) Hips and thighs, oh my, stay focused [Jones
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
Clack It's the sound of my TekNine Clack Clack It's the sound when I do crime Clack Clack Make a deliver at all time Verse 1 (Jim Jones): Spinnin' through
Jim Jones, what it here, homie? Killa Cam, Freekz Zeeky, Juelz, what's happ'nin? Hey, T.I.P., nigga I'm up in Harlem to put it down wit my muthafuckin
the deal, still got cane to cut 'Cause we Certified Gangstaz Yeah, yeah, what you seen here Is Certified Gangstaz on this shit Jim Jones, [Incomprehensible
Uh yeah Jones, uh Now 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
