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My life

by Jim Jones. Buy album CD: Hustler'S P.O.M.E. (Product Of My Environment)

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

Jim Jones (verse 1):
The rap police is on my ass
Searchin for the ratchet
Im stepping on the gas while im swirving through the traffic
Watching the sun rise, twisting up the grass
Money on my mind, got me thinking bout the cash
'cause i heard the plottin war
You gotta have your paper right
They knocking at the door
Im hoping they don't raid 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
Splergin on the bottles
Hope the groupies follow
Im tryin to slide baby beeze of in the garllodo
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 faster pace
So i pray to god tonight and im hoping i don't catch a case

Trying ride the wave in a deep sea
'cause 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
'cause 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 aint sleep about a week
My 7 Day theory
Im gunning in the streets everyday is getting scary
And any minute meet aquittance wit da reeper
But we gotta stay alive getting fadedd of the reefer
Liquor, no chaser, shits gettin major
Fucking with the guns gotch ya nigga all cased up
Its for the thrill so we do it for the love of it
Like oh what a feeling mother fucker when we thuggin it
One for Mob, two to stay free
Three to cop a ride, hundred thousand on the V
Wallin in the whip, lets talk politics
They say niggas from new york is all about a flip
Got gas on my brain, cash on the chain
And im flying up lennox fast in the lane
They say it's hard up in the streets
Trying to make a million while im dodging from police

Mother fucker can u fell me


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 lames,
Just griding for all the paper we can get up out this game

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Album: Hustler'S P.O.M.E. (Product Of My Environment) (2006) Lyrics
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  1. Intro
  2. So harlem
  3. Bright lights, big city
  4. Emotionless
  5. Reppin' time
  6. Pin the tail
  7. Get it poppin
  8. Mr. cool
  9. We fly high
  10. Voicemail skit
  11. Love of my life
  12. Voicemail Skit 2
  13. Voicemail skit, pt. 2
  14. Weatherman
  15. Don't push me away
  16. Pour wax
  17. Freekey zekey skit
  18. Don't forget about me
  19. I know
  20. My life
  21. Concrete jungle
  22. Fucks with you
  23. Bg gangstas
  24. Harlem to bk


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