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Jim Jones - End of the Road lyrics
(feat. Bun-B, T.I.) [T.I. talking] Jim Jones what it is homie Killa Cam, Freekz Zeeky, Juelz whats happ'nin Hey 'a aye... yea yea yea 'a aye T.I.P. nigga y 'a y yeeah. Aye a aye I'm up in Harlem to put it down wit my muthafuckin folks Dipset bitch. A town to muthafuckin NY nigga you already know what it is. Bankhead C-rod, Grand Hustle, Diplomats you dont like it kill yaself nigga. Lets go [verse 1 T.I.] Late night straight white fa ya base pipe No mo quarter O's get ya weight right Crack rock black glock kept it waist height (hey) It hit ya mug you dont imagine what ya face like American pie I'm tellin you guys you want beef wit us well who the fucks preparin you guys We sparin you guys get buried alive What you rushin fa, act like you in a hurry to die Some I let 'em fly 'fore I let that ride I paralize ya like Supermans horseback ride nigga Walk up on ya car and scorch dat ride Flat tires, glass shattered wit a corpse inside A town break down straight pounds of dro' Still deal if you want 10 birds or mo Pimp Squad, Dipset I know ya heard before If we called you a bitch you deserved it hoe. Aye [verse 2 Jim Jones] I cop bricks of the crack (dat yayo) And take it to my block, strip or my trap, my block strip is so trapped Cops quick wit a strap, and you'll be scared shitless How they where the big fifth and load up flares and biscuits I'll take ya bitch from you, bring her back wit smeared lipstick (She Mine) You can compare ballistics, but it's mere physics (Pimpin) I'm 2-3's on drops, I used to play hoopties on blocks plottin man like who he gon pop In this tragic city, now I'm Bankheadin 4 tens headin down in ATL's Magic City Yes the stash is pretty, and the mag hold 50 We take ova towns, then send the Rovers 'round Lookin fa hoes to pound, ya local hoochie spot Lookin fa hoochies hot, to get they coochie popped I love the titty bars, I love my niggaz pa Dipset, Pimp Squad yo lets get it pa [Bun-B talking] Yeah already trill niggaz in this bitch UGK know what I'm sayin. Thats off top fool You already know. Wreck it boyz. Go down like that What up Jones. Dipset nigga [verse 3 Bun B] Bitch my Cadillac is candy and my pistol is pearl My best friend is a pimp and his bottom bitch is ya girl I got them 84's that clank, the big diamonds that blank Plus them hoes that pop pills, smoke kill, and sip drank Fuck what ya think I'm tryin to tell you how life is give it and take it My lil brotha in the pen, where niggaz shiv'rin and shakin We got a million dollar team, wit one gone So I'm takin my 500 to flip in the game to have somethin for 'em when he come home My two older brothers locked up, both of 'em smokin Principals gon be fucked up my lil neices and nephew heartbroken Seein Daddy in a cage at that age, it fuck ya mind up So at this stage in the game I gots to really get my grind up So you gon see me in yo city doin a verse or a show Or maybe even servin these niggaz a couple of dem thangs on the low Dipset affiliated so you can hate it or love it But it you keep pushin ya luck bitch my middle fingers gon shove it Know what I'm sayin |
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