Beautiful Noise The Diplomats (Ft. Cam'ron & Jim Jones)

[Intro: Jim Jones]
Charlemagne, told you I got you nigga
Holla, yo, shit

[Verse 1: Jim Jones]
My homie Cash, well he gone for five
Send my prayers, do your thing, I'll be going for mine
Shit, we live life to the fullest
Three hundred and sixty five nights on the strike, that's a bullet
Shit, and uncle Ricky got a month and some change
And it feels like the garbage truck just dumping the pain
All on my shoulders, I'm warning my soldiers
The nights could get chilly, the morning's much colder
I've seen summers get cold
And niggas do it up until the point they done and they fold
They can't succumb to the cold
Those of frostbitten, up north sitting
Just like some fucking lost kittens
They get locked up for carrying boy
Doing time underground up in Marion, boy
Shit, I respect you, you do your time like Gotti
And come home like that Marion boy, holla

[Chorus: Cam'ron & (Jim Jones)]
You got weed? (Smoke it) You got dice? (Roll it)
You got guns? (Shoot it) You got a hoe? (Stroke it)
(You got money?) Spend it (You got cars?) Whip 'em
(You caught a bid?) Do it (You got kids?) Love 'em
You got weed? (Smoke it) You got dice? (Roll it)
You got guns? (Shoot it) You got a hoe? (Stroke it)
(You got money?) Spend it (You got cars?) Whip 'em
(You caught a bid?) Do it (You got kids?) Love 'em, hug 'em