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Jim Jones » My Life
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	(Jim Jones: Talking) Uh huh We back We still on the streets Rap game is now the crack game Watch out for them rap police (Verse 1: Jim Jones) The rap police is on my ass Searchin for the ratchet Im stepping on the gas while I'm swirving through the traffic Watching the sun rise, twisting on the grass Money on my mind, got me thinking bout the cash Cuz I heard the plottin one You gotta have your paper right They knocking at the door I'm hoping they don't weigh tonight We moves pies Trying to get the treasures, Plush rides Getting high till the FBI come and get us And we hit them clubs in the city Now I got the thugs and all the drug dealers with me Virgin on the bottles Hope the groupies follow I'm tryin to slide baby beeze? The life styles of the thugs Young rich and famous Give a fuck about the judge We runnin from arraignments Speeding through life at a fast pace So I pray to god tonight and I'm hoping I don't catch a case (Chorus:) Trying ride the wave in a deep sea Cuz I like to spend my life, my life, my life, my life Ducking dt's in the z3 or the gt this is bg Trying ride the wave in a deep sea Cuz I like to spend my nights, my nights, my nights, my nights Ducking dt's in the z3 or the gt this is bg (Verse 2:) Now I ain't sleep about a week But 7 Day theory Im gunning in the streets everyday is getting scary And any minute meet the queens with the reefer But we gotta stay alive getting fadedd of the reefer Liquor, no chaser, shits gettin major Fucking with the guns gotch ya nigga all chased up Itd for the thrill so we do it for the love of it Like oh what a feeling mother fucker when we thuggin it [?] Mob, true to stay free Free to cop a ride, hundred thousand on the V Wallin in the whip, lets talk politics They say niggas from new york is saw by the flip Got gas in the range, cash on the ring And I'm flying up lennox fast in the lane They say it's all up in the streets Rying to make a million while I'm dodging from police Mother fucker (Chorus) (Outro:) Pay attention while I mention That the birdgang is on the move While you talking here we walking Like the way you want to do We dem rock stars, keep dem hot cars And a hot one for you ladies, Just griding for all the paper we can get up out this game
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