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The Diplomats - Beautiful Noise lyrics
[Jim Jones] My homey Cash, well he gone for five Send my prayers, do your thing, I'll be going for mine Shit, we live life to the fullest Three hundred and sixty five nights on the strike, that's a bullet Shit, and uncle Ricky got a month and some change And it feels like the garbage truck just dumping the pain All on my shoulders, I'm warning my soldiers The nights could get chilly, but the morning's much colder I've seen summers get cold And niggaz do it up until the point they done and the fold They can't succumb to the cold Those of frostbitten, up north sitting, just like some fucking lost kittens They get locked up for carrying boy Doing time underground up in Marion, boy Shit, I respect you You do your time like Gotti, and come home like that Marion boy [Chorus: Cam'Ron + Jim Jones - repeat 2X] You got weed? Smoke it, You got dice? Roll it You got guns? Shoot it, You got a ho? Stroke it You got money? Spend it, You got cars? Whip 'em You caught a bid? Do it, You got kids? Love 'em, hug 'em [Jim Jones] I gotta keep striving, I gotta keep moving, I gotta keep grinding If this was the road, and I was a trucker, then shit man, I gotta keep driving Through the lies and deception, had to ride through neglection I'm an insomniac, up all night, pops and moms was an addict, shit My puffing scums is a habit I need me a contingency plan, my pops with the syringe in his hand He was leaning and nodding Uncle Ricky your mission is like Afeni was Robin Shit, you should've seen the apartment All I ever wanted was franks and beans I was starving Crack fiends on the carpet, shit But if it wasn't for grandma I swear I'm in love with my grandma That's why I only does it for grandma That's when I roll in the street I pray she covers me from the crown of my head, to the sole of my feet [Chorus] [Cam'Ron] I figured its means as a minor, huh Look at the foods ad fibers The dude with the cubes will snipe ya More tools then snider Exclusive writer The jewels are fire I learned don't fool with rider from pop I don't need a gun, just a screwdriver Two tires, two pliers, a wrench and a few wires, shit I take it all from the buyers Bonfire, all from a lighter, call me "Macgyver" Need a rehab I'll call up Shania Bitch hungry, good, we gonna stall in papaya Take your recession special, yeah you less then special Me and Jim Jones, extra special Check it, Dre to Snoop, Gotti to Ja Dame to Jigga, Puff to Big, D n' Y Doggy you next up, get your respect up Or a vest can't protect you when I hit you in your chest, duck The big heads done pushed me You gotta be sex: dickheads is pussy, killa I bring the hammers to the gunfight One night stand, only standing for one night Doggy, cause when it come to that cash No homo, I will jump in that ass, jump and I flash Then jump in that jag, jumpsuit Jump back from the coroner, I have you jump in that bag Come with that cash [Chorus] |
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