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JIM JONES `Bob Dylan`

JIM JONES Come and listen for a moment, lads, And hear me tell my tale. How across the sea from England I was condemned to sail.

I Know `Jim Jones`

I done did 10 years staight I went in 16 came home 26. I Gave the system about 15 years of my life.

Lifestyle `Jim Jones`

We fly high, no lie, you know this Foreign rides, outside, it's like show biz We stay fly, no lie and you know this Hips and thighs, oh my, stay focused Ya boy gettin' paper, I buy big cars I need fly

Intro `Jim Jones`

[Juelz Santana] Yo who that [Ja] Me,it's Ja [Juelz Santana] Ja, Come in man What up Ja, what's poppin [Ja] What up Uncle Ju Ju You know Im five years old now right [Juelz Santana] Yeah I know man you gettin

We Fly High `Jim Jones`

So we lean with it, pop with it (Bankhead) 'Vertible jones, mean with the top missin (Flossy) I'm saying clean with the bottom "kitted" (Do It) I Hopped out saggy jeans and my rock glistening(BALLIN

Pop Champagne (Feat. Juelz Santana) `Jim Jones`

[Chorus: Ron Browz] How we ball in the club I know you hate it Mami dancin on the floor all like she naked When she lay down with you I know she fake it All the girls give it to me I ain´t gotta take

Take You Down (Feat. Brittany Taylor, Rex & Young Deion) `Jim Jones`

Here we are all alone in this room (oh) And girl I know where to start and what we gonna do (yeah) I’ll take my time we’ll be all night girl So get ready babe I got plans for me and you Bridge: It aint

Frienemies `Jim Jones`

really your opponent Play the game And you know goes booments Mama said friends come by the dozen Know I'm feeling for their guns When I hug em' I hate them from a close From a distance I could love em

Don't Forget About Me `Jim Jones`

[Chorus 2X: Max B & Jim] BYRD GANG WE GET MONEY.... WE WON'T STOP, WE DESTINED TO BLOW I'MA TAKE MY NIGGAZ AND BITCHES WHEREVER I GOOOO SO DON'T FORGET ABOUT ME, DON'T FORGET ABOUT MEEEE....

Don't Push Me Away `Jim Jones`

Now don't push me away 'cause when the first time I met you Girl, you shook me in ways You know the life of a nigga's cookin' up yay And because you knew the pitfalls and the tumbles of the game You've

Dipset X-mas Time `Jim Jones`

Livin Fast And Ballin At Christmas Time [Jones:] Its Fin To Be A Good Christmas This Year Santa Know When You're Good Or Bad, And We Ballin [Chrous:] The Musics Tight The Block Is Stuffed We Here

Bright Lights, Big City `Jim Jones`

Yea, Turn it up in the head phones Ya Know....like that shit sound like rock music You know what im talkin bout (Uh Uh) Yea, My man Bruno just stepped in You know how we living it up We all gettin money

Concrete Jungle `Jim Jones`

Ben, I'm with Jim Jones (Lord knows, I was on the run confused) DipSet forever (shit) We're talking about a concrete jungle (yeah it sure is a jungle) Life or Death, you have to choose life (I done seen

The King `Jim Jones`

Killer, Jim Jones My man DJ Nasty in the house tonight Incomprehensible, do it, Ma (Hey lady) I know you heard me in British rob But I get you bracelets till ya wrist is throbbed Just kissed the nob And

Weather Man `Jim Jones`

This is 9 tre news I'm Jimmy Jones here with your weather We apologize for the drout all week But it looks like thunderstorms all weekend.

Pin The Tail `Jim Jones`

[Verse 1: Jim Jones] It goes Yes Yes Y'all-ing (b-boy boys), fresh to death balling (BALLLLLINNNN!)... you can play hard under pressure, I'm scoring (swish!)

Get It Poppin `Jim Jones`

[Jha Jha Verse] Now I am fresh out of bail harder flyer than a muthafuck I dont do the ??

Reppin' Time `Jim Jones`

Get money, rep yours, what you know about that? Everyday we hustle, you hear me, YOU HEAR ME? I got money on my mind man, we the talk of New York you niggaz want action, I got a movie for ya!

Precious (Feat. Ryan Leslie) `Jim Jones`

(Oh yeah, yeah) And I got one word... one word to describe ya... Ohh, you're precious. [Rap: Jim Jones] (Uh...

Pour Wax `Jim Jones`

[Jim Jones] You're reign on the top, short like Leprechauns I came through in drops, Porches and heavy charms I came from the block, the slums wit ex-con's And we aimin' them glocks of course ready to

So Harlem `Jim Jones`

[Jim Jones] Free bail posters, tail lights on the roadster (Ferraris) Live life vulgar, the FBI posters (fuck the feds) The fast cars pack guns no holsters (fully loaded) We act dumb don't approach us

Emotionless `Jim Jones`

Cold sweats from bad dreams I hope the Feds don't grab the team 'Cause we been labeled as the trouble makers We sell whole pies so you ain't got to cut the cake up Tell no lies, so the Lord come and take

Byrd Gang Money `Jim Jones`

Reminiscing on my first slant, By the time I was sipping on my first Schlitz Hit the game, I started as a look out, See the fly cars that the big wheelies pushed out, Dirt bikes popping wheelies by

Sects `Anthrax`

Acting like Mo Jo's Acting like body bagger's Let the bells ring Rejoice and sing Jim Jones, where did you come from Jim Jones, was it for fun Jim Jones, that's your name Jim Jones, style of death This

American Gangster `Jim Jones`

"American Gangster is what i want to be. The song goes thru my ears,but it's to loud. My feather used to be a gangster in his band. He was a mexaen then he turned into a american.

Voicemail Skit `Jim Jones`

Mainmenu to- Girl: Jimmy, Jimmy I been callin you all muthafkin day. You on that Birdgame Dipset bullshit. You got me real muthafkin mad.

My Life `Jim Jones`

is on my ass, searchin' for the rest I'm stepping on the gas while I'm serving through the traffic Watching the sun rise, twisting up the grass Money on my mind, got me thinking 'bout the cash 'Cause I

Let It Out `Jim Jones`

money is like an infection, they told me lead by example least get a chance to, if yall get some money count g's by the hand full,use to sell work cop keys gave samples, now i'm laughin at the skeezers i

Love Me No More `Jim Jones`

Cuz a mu'fucka push that GT (Then you what, I'ma come back for the niggas need to be reached for) It's a problem tryna take that from me (You niggas is slippin') 'Cuz I'm packin' heavy metal uhhuh I

Love Of My Life `Jim Jones`

buggin', we mobbin' with the goons We hit the town hard, fuckin' with the ladies Bottles of viva clique, puffin' on the hazy It's all deja vu seen it all before Got her in my drop heater on the floor So I