الأغاني:
Mc Jones

I stay strapped just like bamboo, my crewsa got mad handle Whatever, the weather be, I got mental telepathy So throw your bombest rapper and watch me intercept MC

Welcome back We're here on Bad Boy television and I'm Trevin Jones And I've been conversing with the mad rapper And quite frankly, he's very mad We're

Black Walt told me if you wanna bonafide banga you gotta start with a hard ass kick and a snare (yea) Add some dope ass music around and a hard MC and

, City Wide Confer to kick the rumor him admit he lies The truth will set you free when I upset MC's Execute MC's I do my best to mute MC's All it takes

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You get change for my respect silly muthafucka Come closer and get served like a dirt clucker Wit' a mind the find of Al Capone But with the gift to manip like Jim Jones

place Seen the stupid look on your face Get done, Dunn like Warrick, but never even saw it Yo Cage show em how you go Inject the raw shit, MC's gonna

wing Nuts hang, knockin down skyscrapers Take a piss, make it rain, I'm the American dream Make it rain, I ain't Pacman Jones Nigga, balls and my word

you, niggas Twenty-One legal gun shots Poppin' for you niggas And I, blow tones, more force than cyclones Shit is on every time I catch a Ron Jones