My Life Jim Jones

Jim Jones (Talking):
Uh huh
We back
We still on the streets
Rap game is now the crack game
Watch out for them rap police

Jim Jones (verse 1):
The rap police is on my ass
Searchin for the ratchet
Im stepping on the gas while im swirving through the traffic
Watching the sun rise, twisting up the grass
Money on my mind, got me thinking bout the cash
'cause i heard the plottin war
You gotta have your paper right
They knocking at the door
Im hoping they dont raid tonight
We moves pies
Trying to get the treasures
Plush rides
Getting high till the FBI come and get us
And we hit them clubs in the city
Now i got the thugs and all the drug dealers with me
Splergin on the bottles
Hope the groupies follow
Im tryin to slide baby beeze of in the garllodo
The life styles of the thugs
Young rich and famous
Give a f**k about the judge
We runnin from arraignments
Speeding through life at a faster pace
So i pray to god tonight and im hoping i dont catch a case