(feat. Cam'Ron)
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[Cam'Ron]
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Killa
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This my man Jim Jones
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You know we been through a lot of devistation, larceny
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Defeat, misconceptions
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Man, fuck all that, I don't know what that's about
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But fuck all that
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Jim, I'm in the building
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Dipset, it's your turn, you up nigga!
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Let's go!
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[Jim Jones]
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I'm puffin my weed and these niggaz, they mad
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I'm frontin' this season (Dipset!)
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As far as they hoes, they want me to see 'em
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I fuck 'em and then they don't want me to leave 'em (Don't go!)
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An addictive obsession, I twist 'em, I sex 'em
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My dick's an obsession (Yeah!)
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They call me, they miss me, they stressin' (Jones!)
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I call 'em, they miss me, they stressin' (Jones!)
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These hoes, they sayin' that shit that'll kill ya
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I'm rich now, this kid look familiar (Oh yeah?)
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As far as my Dips, we rich
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The cars and the whips
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We spent what you spent on your car on my wrist
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Don't bother me bitch
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In the midst of this grind, i'm twistin' my lime (Yeah!)
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I'm 'bout to get cash, and you can kiss ass
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Dipset got this shit up on smash (Smash)
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[Hook- Cam'Ron]
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This is Jim Jones, he's breezin' on chrome
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Ya best bet is leave him alone
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O.G. in them stones, spent g's on them stones
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Now mami just send me the tone
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[Jim Jones]
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These are true stories
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I used to live poorly
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And now man I live in two stories (That's the law)
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Get suited in Maury
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The coupe is Ferrari
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The coupe cost 140, you don't wanna race
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I will move on you shorty
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Look good on them cameras
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They love me, I put my whole hood up on cameras
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They bloody, niggaz in hood with them blamas
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Tell me, so do it for grandma (Sally!)
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We did it from druggin' and (?) (We did it)
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We did it from hustlin' and comin' up wrong (We did it)
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We did it from strugglin' and comin' up strong (We did it, we did it)
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Still runnin' with cons, with guns in their palms
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You front on Dipset, we will dump on your moms (Boom!)
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Or come through with bombs
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And stop and park, and set off them bombs (Boom!)
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[Hook]
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[Jim Jones]
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You got to admit (Yeah)
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I'm hot when I spit
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Like a summertime's tropic's eclipse (Sizzlin')
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Like a drop on the strip with no top on the whip
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A block (?) with them cops on the strips (Hot, hot)
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With glocks on their hip (Yeah)
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Like shells when they drop when them shots get dismissed (Boom!)
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The pain in my heart been my aim from the start
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We started when we came from the star
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Now we all gainin' on charts (You know)
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With back to back hits, like Yankees an' shit (Uh)
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Dipset, we gangsta as shit (That's right)
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But I credit my ghetto
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'Cause now we rock platinum, the preciousest metal (Bling!)
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Don't press us, we'll press on this metal
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And blow you apart
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Shoulda known from the start (Yeah!)
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My jewels, they glow in the dark
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You fools, keep playin' ya part
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[Hook]
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This Is Jim Jones
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