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Jim Jones Hustler S P O M E Product Of My Environment

TRAVEL CROSS THE GLOBE... ALL MY HOMIES UP WITH THIS GETTING CHEEEEEESE [Verse 2: Jim Jones] Look... the nightmares of a trap star (SCAAARY!) With white tees, Nike air's and my

whole life into a scandal [Chorus:] Put my emotions aside (why?) Cause they can never take my alive (no) I'm a ride (I'm a ride) And don't cry (don't

would be I got a sassy mouth And yea I'm from da south And you could tell because you see my ass and hips poked out I'm best dressed no doubt Lets

my homies in the pen (miss you Zeke) I'm ma take you the Cali with me (WESTSIDE!).... know ya dress code, heavy sag on ya Dickies (B'S & C'S!) You catch

ya friends about my performance (call me baby) And all the time M.O.B. on my mind (uh-huh) The weekend was nice baby but I'm back to N.Y. (21st) [Chorus

When Its Reppin Time When Its When Its Reppin Time Sur When Its Reppin Time When Its When Its Reppin Time [Jim Jones:] I Got Money On My Mind Man (

my darling We fucks with the stars, it's us against y'all Bucks at the bar we oh so Harlem [Jim Jones:] A desperado, (Jones) rich like I struck the

muthafuckin day. You on that Birdgame Dipset bullshit. You got me real muthafuckin mad. I went to the bathroom to rinse my muthafuckin mouth out after

I wear a mean dark pair of shades Aint you cant see my eyes unless my head is bent , you dig [Chrous:] [Jim Jones:] We fly high, No Lie ,You know