Keep It 100 Jim Jones
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[Intro]
Pay attention
D Rock, D Rock
[Chorus]
Talk bout the live that I'm living, look at the price that was paid
I had to go grind to go get it, nothin' was given to me
I put my bitch in the four, then put some ice in my chain
You had the struggle like I did, you'd probably do it the same
[Verse 1]
Huh, I know you probably hate me on the low, ain't that's because a nigga gettin' doe
But I could give a fuck about your feelings, am tryna make some millions
And you can't do shit about it, but you watch me get it
Now girls you keep that shoes on running with
Sits at the table count these money with me
It’s about that bread you know I'm running with
And if is war you know I'm gunning with it
Huh, Jones
Let me talk mine (talk nigga)
If a nigga fuck no second thought it'd be chalk line
Gotta, for my second part, the 4 doors on the Porch now
(Slices) you spoke the row, you did 5, you got short time
Huh, they stash this 4 and 20 man drug dealing date
Take stashed up ammo and an old case on the selling date
(Yow say what it is) Would I need a boss and I hit the club I don't feel excitement
Huh, I just pour liquor out, pray to God let all my niggas out
Pay attention
D Rock, D Rock
[Chorus]
Talk bout the live that I'm living, look at the price that was paid
I had to go grind to go get it, nothin' was given to me
I put my bitch in the four, then put some ice in my chain
You had the struggle like I did, you'd probably do it the same
[Verse 1]
Huh, I know you probably hate me on the low, ain't that's because a nigga gettin' doe
But I could give a fuck about your feelings, am tryna make some millions
And you can't do shit about it, but you watch me get it
Now girls you keep that shoes on running with
Sits at the table count these money with me
It’s about that bread you know I'm running with
And if is war you know I'm gunning with it
Huh, Jones
Let me talk mine (talk nigga)
If a nigga fuck no second thought it'd be chalk line
Gotta, for my second part, the 4 doors on the Porch now
(Slices) you spoke the row, you did 5, you got short time
Huh, they stash this 4 and 20 man drug dealing date
Take stashed up ammo and an old case on the selling date
(Yow say what it is) Would I need a boss and I hit the club I don't feel excitement
Huh, I just pour liquor out, pray to God let all my niggas out
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