I saw a little beam of sunlight Steal across a purple sky And bent down to kiss a rose bud Oh, it made me wanna cry And to think that I've been permitted
All you wanna be is insane Wishing you were more than just plain And when you try you try too hard it comes off fake Many times I wanted to say Plastic
SLipped n Slid to another lid, Kno wa im talkn bout, yeah u kno, uh uh uh uh This is a Pimp C starrin In naked soulf of sweet jones Yall Play It From
And I want you and I need to Cut you and hold you in place as I rip you apart This blood on my face but loved you so hard I can't escape I'm crawling
I seen it all from a player's eyes Look at this world from my latest ride We knock 'em all if you let this slide This how you ball if you a major guy
Blackout music Bend, Eastside, could you stretch then bend? Westside, could you stretch then bend? Southside, could you stretch then bend? Midwest, could
Yeah! Ay! Dip-set! Come on Black-out, let's do it Dip, dip-set Dip, dip, dip, dips Dip, dip, dip, dips Dip, dip, dip, dip Now this here is that bomb
Jones, Capo Status You know what this is about, 'bout riders All my states around this country All my ghettos, my niggaz ready to ride R.I.P, Biggie Smalls
Okay, okay (Hey) Yeah, we back in this bitch, I hate it (Lovely Daze like this, like this) Jim Jones nigga (You know) Capo Status (Coofie smacka) Aka
Dip-Set, uh Jones, Capo Status Dip-Set nigga You know the streets is what it is nigga Watch ya step and watch ya moves Shit, make 'em believe in this
..Killa, Jones, Jones, Let's Go are [Cam'Ron] Clowns don't come around, pound pounds i pump in town Do like House of Pain, Kriss Kross, jump around Jumpin
muthafuckin' year I hope you know that, you already know And we are in total control once a muthafuckin' gain, nigga Dipset in the building, Juelz Santana, Jim Jones
There was no love for us (Nope) So we did what we did just to make a buck Played around we're fucking nuts (Crazy) Hope them ho's pucker up tryna get
[Jim Jones] I grew up in the 'jects, five inch what I press Fry way to hold a tec, live bait I'm so brazy man In them pissy staircases, we just sittin
of tyrants and silence, and the demon malignancies, motherless children are born, poppa the one who murdered her, witness the vision first hand plumping master of source of us [Jim Jones
dice on the street Now come on [Chorus 4X: Jim Jones] Do doves fly, when thugs cry? Here's a story 'bout the trials and tribulations of this thug life [Jim Jones
ready to part funky fresh ? impress ready to part everybody jones, everybody jones everybody jones, everybody jones like oh my god, you guys isn't that like jim jones
She's got a man, another situation I understand that's how it's got to be Ain't trying to cause her no complications I'd walk away, but I'm in too deep