(feat. Cam'Ron & Juelz Santana) [Jim Jones] We set them presidents, to get them presidents Over the ones that are dead, we'll put guns to your head
lot of thems this nice, but the games funny so I gotta do shit right So to the ball drop and the world blow up, I'm a twirl shit up Until my peeps come
(feat. Cam'Ron & Juelz Santana) [Jim Jones] We set them presidents, to get them presidents Over the ones that are dead, we'll put guns to your head Put
Traduzione: Jones, Jim. Only One Way Up (feat. Cam'ron, Juelz Santana).
Traduzione: Jones, Jim. Only One Way Up.
this particular tune to all to all to all the hell of ya from wherever [Channel Live] But there's only weak rappers steady making hits, fuck that! [Verse One
Yo punk, what's up fool? Lil' Dawg [LIL' HAWK] Now - I'm headed to the store, once again it's on You call it Thunderbird I call that shit Jim Jones I
That's what makes me nigga, and that's just the way it is nigga uhh, Killer, uhh, Prease, uhh, Vacant Lot, Diplomat, uhh Killer, family nigga, yo, uhh, Killer, uhh, yo yo yo... (verse one
OD Mixtapes like crack The next things on me [Jim Jones:] Some of them be talkin but "snitches" what we call em I be gettin guap way from Houston down
The D.A., seargent and coroner's problem - now Highs get eight done, dips that don't play none Jim Jones, Freeky, Killa and the great one - Santana [Hook] [Jim Jones
a bricks Out the back of the Acura whip (whoo) [talkin] Uh, I'm jus gettin warmed up, let's warm up, I'm still in my warm up suit y'all YO, that's how
which one is it? Howard: (Burp) . . . excuse me . . . It's . . . it's . . . it's the one by the airport . . . you know . . . 'cause we gotta . . . we gotta get up
that block, lock it up Watch they shooters pop 'em up Let them muthafuckas know that we're openin' up Then flood the block like the toilet's clogged up
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 way
a thug I'm in love... with a gangsta, yeah [Jim Jones] Now my wife she won't stop blowin' my phone up Every bitch conversation they keep throwin' the Jones up
I'll be the only one that you gonna run to Just getting paper and ducking police Look what the ghetto did to me (uh)(yeah yeah) [Verse 2: Jim Jones]
can get it up On my neck on my wrist everything is litted up Drinkin bottles of that Clique 'till I spit it up Only get one life so you gotta live it
