American Gangster Jim Jones

[Intro]
All of a sudden
Niggas infatuated with Harlem
First they wanna be the twin brother of Rich Porter
Now they American gangsters
But real niggas do real things, don't they?
And gangstas still move in silence, don't they?
These niggas fakin'
I don't believe 'em

[Verse 1]
Your favorite rap artist is American wangsta (Oldhead)
Went around the country with American gangsters (Birdgang)
We gettin' money like Merrill Lynch bankers (Money)
You old fuckers, we new money and the hoes love us (You heard me)
You lookin' at the show shutter (Yup)
About to blow, nukka (Yup)
My son say, "Daddy's car come with no cover"
Because my love is so soft (Ow)
My bread's so long (Oh)
They on our paper trail
I think the feds comin' on
And if they make it rain, be prepared for the storm (Calima)
Know you're sustained, you won't be here, not for long
Got ya switchin' gears in the foreign
Champagne cheers to the morning
We the mob, they on 'em (Yup)
Look to the sky, toss the ice
Light up the strip with the Porsche lights (Ow)
Heat it up with the fog lights (Won't see it)
Engine in the truck with the four pipes, I'm alright (Uh)