[Intro: Jim Jones]
You gotta stay sharp out here
You gotta stay in the loop
Can't do what you did yesterday (Heatmakerz)
If you wanna live tomorrow (Crack Music)
Uh-huh, Jones
[Verse 1: Jim Jones]
It's not a weapon they can form against me that will prosper (Pray for me)
I been whippin' foreign Bentleys with an ill posture (Skrrt, skrrt)
Selassie, I know some deadly rastas
I been dancin' with the wolves, it's like Kevin Costner (You hear me?)
Bakin' up them cakes, it's like Better Crocker (Fact though)
I can give it to you hard if you already rock it (How you want that?)
But keep it low 'cause you know you don't want the feds to pop up
On the real, with all this money, only the feds can stop us (Chill)
On birthdays was the worst days (Woo)
Now I might pop eighty grand on a Thursday (Count that up)
Two-point-two pounds is what the birds weigh (What that weight?)
If I'm a pastor, please tell me what the church say (Amen)
Heard you, be cool when I swerve through
Call them goons up, them niggas gon' purge through
I done lived through things that might disturb you (Disturb you)
Facts
[Chorus: Jim Jones]
Promise, this ain't the life you lookin' for (Nope)
Searched my car but I don't know what they lookin' for
Secret indictments and I don't know what they took 'em for (Damn)
I seen mommy in the kitchen, she was cookin' raw (Uh-oh)
The traphouse with the trap door (Skrrt skrrt)
Packed house, now we comin' through the backdoor (Whip it up)
It was black tops, rockin' the black 4's
Now we hoppin' out of drops with the matte doors
You gotta stay sharp out here
You gotta stay in the loop
Can't do what you did yesterday (Heatmakerz)
If you wanna live tomorrow (Crack Music)
Uh-huh, Jones
[Verse 1: Jim Jones]
It's not a weapon they can form against me that will prosper (Pray for me)
I been whippin' foreign Bentleys with an ill posture (Skrrt, skrrt)
Selassie, I know some deadly rastas
I been dancin' with the wolves, it's like Kevin Costner (You hear me?)
Bakin' up them cakes, it's like Better Crocker (Fact though)
I can give it to you hard if you already rock it (How you want that?)
But keep it low 'cause you know you don't want the feds to pop up
On the real, with all this money, only the feds can stop us (Chill)
On birthdays was the worst days (Woo)
Now I might pop eighty grand on a Thursday (Count that up)
Two-point-two pounds is what the birds weigh (What that weight?)
If I'm a pastor, please tell me what the church say (Amen)
Heard you, be cool when I swerve through
Call them goons up, them niggas gon' purge through
I done lived through things that might disturb you (Disturb you)
Facts
[Chorus: Jim Jones]
Promise, this ain't the life you lookin' for (Nope)
Searched my car but I don't know what they lookin' for
Secret indictments and I don't know what they took 'em for (Damn)
I seen mommy in the kitchen, she was cookin' raw (Uh-oh)
The traphouse with the trap door (Skrrt skrrt)
Packed house, now we comin' through the backdoor (Whip it up)
It was black tops, rockin' the black 4's
Now we hoppin' out of drops with the matte doors
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