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Jim Jones Talking To The World

[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

[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

last time we got this man But I'm still on the corner grinding for them big stacks Big coat, big gat, don't ever forget that (Verse 2:Jim Jones) Yes

10 million motherfuckers on my dick So what, say how, say who Fuck what, fuck me, fuck you Come clean, you know I will Drink a fifth of Jim Beam and still

Team makers, killa Let's do it, come on, Diplomats Come on!, Jim Jones where you at baby? Juelz Santana, this is music right here Once again where you

I dont wanna cry no more so its on. u caught up in the mode of the new Jim Jones problems in the world make mary jane a hit young mothafuckas gettin raised

yaself at home Now I'm the leader of the pack, Can't help to think back How I was eager to sell crack, I thought it was the shit (Damn) When they talk

Oh!) [Verse 3:] First Wu-Tang broke up, Now O.D.B. is gone, Now I'm hearing Cam'ron don't talk to Jim Jones, Who would've saw that Shit coming? Certainly

kill your whole vocals existence Like in for instance, the murderous methods of my ridin' The Thunderdome, niggaz had 'em squabbin' Shit, all I know is you could talk that talk