this shit Around my way [Chorus] [Outro: Jim Jones overlaping chorus towards the middle] Yeah, this one goes to my way All my G's, all my soldiers 'Round my
a bird with an extra clip in We on the curb where my niggaz dealin That's how my niggaz livin [Chorus] [Jim Jones] So now we ballin in the major leagues
TRAVEL CROSS THE GLOBE... ALL MY HOMIES UP WITH THIS GETTING CHEEEEEESE [Verse 2: Jim Jones] Look... the nightmares of a trap star (SCAAARY!) With white tees, Nike air's and my
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
bubble-yum (AY!) Like here, take that, shake that, break that (ay!) In half and please bring my cake back [Chorus: 1. Juelz Santana 2. Jim Jones] (repeat
(feat. Cam'Ron, Bezel) [Verse: Jim Jones] You know I keep my eyes wide East side high risers West side low riders vest with the four-fire Yes I fo sho
(feat. Juelz Santana) Lemme two-twelve wit' you for second True story [Jim Jones:] Cold sweats (sweaty sheets) From bad dreams (nightmares) I hope
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
we called you a bitch you deserved it hoe. Aye (verse 2 Jim Jones) I cop bricks of the crack (dat yayo) And take it to my block, strip or my trap, my
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
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
(feat. Max B) [Chorus x2: Max B & Jim] BYRD GANG WE GET MONEY.... WE WON'T STOP, WE DESTINED TO BLOW I'MA TAKE MY NIGGAZ AND BITCHES WHEREVER I GOOOO
..Killa, Jones, Jones, Let's Go [Cam'Ron] Clowns don't come around, pound pounds i pump in town Do like House of Pain, Kriss Kross, jump around Jumpin
dipset it's more than just music now it's a way of life its more than the 200 hundred years of blood sweat and tears you understand me for all my ballers my
Transactions by the building, uptown Harlem world, Manhattan where we kill them (Taz) Plus my project way of thinking spending most my days drinking It's like I'm on my
Its like my, my, my Im not really complaining, but it makes me wanna cry I know you can see what I'm saying Its like my, my, my Its like my, my, my Cuz
) [Jim Jones:] 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
my Dips, with my Dips Fuckin wit my Dips, wit my Dips, gettin' chips Fuckin wit my Dips, my Dips, buyin' whips Jus fuckin' wit Dips, my Dips... [Outro