It's like my, my, my I'm not really complaining But it makes me wanna cry I know You can see what I'm saying It's like my, my, my, it's like my, my,
This goes out to all my fly ladies, all across the world You know I love you And I'm sorry if I called you a bitch Sincerely yours, Jones Shawty's like
', that's off top, fool You already know, wreck it boyz, go down like that What up Jones? Dipset, nigga Bitch my Cadillac is candy an' my pistol is pearl My
Lennox, all eyes on my pendant But I'm movin' like, oh, Dog was riddin' a menace Wit that automatic weapon, blowin' live through my tenant While I'm
the bread Sheek, Zeke, hell rell and I got some in the feds I contradict what ever the government says For them boys on my back wit them bugs by my
Killa This my man Jim Jones You know we been through a lot of devastation, larceny Defeat, misconceptions Man, fuck all that, I don't know what that's
] and the tongue-kissin' and one instance Turns some heated touchin' to some freaky fuckin' My situation is a bit of trouble See this affair is a bit of struggle And my persona and my
my bitches wearin' thick incense, hey, girl You know it tickles when you kiss my neck, stop that Them icicles on my wrist and neck, blingin' Your wife
thou-outfit Show you how to get that powder shit Filed the fifth, jet out of it My proud of what is yo' turn, Jim so burned Live bitch, why kiss, on my
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
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 my Dips, my Dips Yeah
on this .9 Mind on my money, my money on mind Mind on my money, my money on mind Mind on my money, my money on mind You fuck wit' my paper, I'll press
We in rose gold, at the Rose Bowl Send you a bowl of roses, we dun sold souls Slow toes, im so cold, my dough folds Killa! [Chorus: Jim Jones] So get
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
a slice 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
coke is goin down the tubes (that's a wrap) That's why I'm downin booze, I stay surround by dudes That chew down my food, bon appetit - chow time [Jim Jones
optimistic Thank my lucky stars, never I say my graces, I'm so thankful god Take me to the promise land, all I see is cops with guns Soap in my sock,
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
