[Hook - 2x]
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If you don't work you don't eat, you don't grind you don't shine
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No if's and's or but's, bottom line
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That's why I'm on a mission, to keep the paper flipping
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I got's to get a house, before I start wood gripping
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[Mike Jones]
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Ninety percent grinding, ten percent sleep
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I peep game when I'm asleep, I hold heat when I creep
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I'm Mike Jones I hold chrome, wreck microphones
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I flip in my slab, all alone
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I wish a motherfucker would, try to steal my leather wood
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It's gon be no good, understood
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Cause I shoot strays, and when the techs play
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I'll have you looking like a clown that's on x-ray, I don't delay
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When it come to shooting bullets, you talk down I'ma pull it
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Represent this gangsta shit, to the fullest
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I pack a ruger and get to spraying, like Freddy Kruger
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You talk down on Mike Jones, and nigga I'll do you
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Cause I ain't tripping, I got the ruger ripping
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While I'm flipping, Expeditions
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Come in Mike Jones home, and I'll shoot shots till your teeth missing
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First round draft picks, you come at us wrong
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And you will be dismissed, Mike Jones
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[Hook - 2x]
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[Magno]
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It's Magno, I don't mind I let a stray bullet cross
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But if you got beef cool, I got the A-1 sauce
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You must forgot I pack a big mack, I run in Mickey D's
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Pop your ass up, leave you bleeding on your big mac
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Get you bent like a car fender, I fight dirty
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I'm throwing bottles in the club, like a bar tender
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Fuck fighting fair, niggaz remember who won
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In these H-Town streets, you gotta remember your gun
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You don't wanna get stuck, with the filth
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You don't want a hospital trip, with IV's stuck in your wrist
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My best advice is dog stay in your spot, cause these bullets
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Got a mind of they own, they hate to stay in the glock
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You like to see what two snappers cost, we got techs
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To your chest, bout to make you look like apple sauce
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So if you want a sample, I got seventeen reasons
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To make folks forget about you, like Tevin Campbell
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[Hook - 2x]
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[Mike Jones]
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You might see me in a Lac, four 18's black on black
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Sitting low holding gat, waiting for a nigga to jack
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When it's time I get crunk, I got rugers I got pumps
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My name show when I pop trunk, Mike Jones is no punk
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I got hoes down to die for me, niggaz down to ride for me
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I got friends I got rivalries, a lot of niggaz watching me
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You can look but don't touch, cause if you touch then I bust
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Swishahouse Swishablast, if y'all didn't know we can't be touched
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[Magno]
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We can't be touched, because we move like powder
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And I don't mind shooting at a nigga, if his mood is sour
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I'm a technique flower, this ain't New York
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But you better stay undercover, like Malik Yober
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Cause we looking for you, big guns forty times
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We not from San Francisco, but we got forty nines
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And if you prolly heard the gat, it was me
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Trigga pull cause I run with the wolves, like Wally Servedat
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[Hook - 4x]
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Don't Work U Don't Eat
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| Mike Jones |
