[Jim Jones]My homey Cash, well he gone for fiveSend my prayers,
do your thing, I'll be going for mineShit, we live life to
the fullestThree hundred and sixty five nights on the strike,
that's abulletShit, and uncle Ricky got a month and some
changeAnd it feels like the garbage truck just dumping the
painAll on my shoulders, I'm warning my soldiersThe nights
could get chilly, but the morning's much colderI've
seen summers get coldAnd niggaz do it up until the point they
done and the foldThey can't succumb to the coldThose of
frostbitten, up north sitting, just like some f**kinglost
kittensThey get locked up for carrying boyDoing time underground
up in Marion, boyShit, I respect youYou do your time like Gotti,
and come home like that Marion boy[Chorus: Cam'Ron + Jim
Jones - repeat 2X]You got weed? Smoke it, You got dice? Roll
itYou got guns? Shoot it, You got a ho? Stroke itYou got money?
Spend it, You got cars? Whip 'emYou caught a bid? Do it,
You got kids? Love 'em, hug 'em[Jim Jones]I gotta keep
striving, I gotta keep moving, I gotta keepgrindingIf this was
the road, and I was a trucker, then shit man, Igotta keep
drivingThrough the lies and deception, had to ride through
neglectionI'm an insomniac, up all night, pops and moms was
an addict,shitMy puffing scums is a habitI need me a contingency
plan, my pops with the syringe in hishandHe was leaning and
noddingUncle Ricky your mission is like Afeni was Robin Shit,
you should've seen the apartmentAll I ever wanted was
franks and beans I was starvingCrack fiends on the carpet,
shitBut if it wasn't for grandmaI swear I'm in love
with my grandmaThat's why I only does it for
grandmaThat's when I roll in the streetI pray she covers me
from the crown of my head, to the sole ofmy
feet[Chorus][Cam'Ron]I figured its means as a minor,
huhLook at the foods ad fibersThe dude with the cubes will snipe
yaMore tools then sniderExclusive writerThe jewels are fireI
learned don't fool with rider from popI don't need a
gun, just a screwdriverTwo tires, two pliers, a wrench and a few
wires, shitI take it all from the buyersBonfire, all from a
lighter, call me 'Macgyver'Need a rehab I'll call
up ShaniaBitch hungry, good, we gonna stall in papayaTake your
recession special, yeah you less then specialMe and Jim Jones,
extra specialCheck it, Dre to Snoop, Gotti to JaDame to Jigga,
Puff to Big, D n' YDoggy you next up, get your respect upOr
a vest can't protect you when I hit you in your chest,
duckThe big heads done pushed meYou gotta be sex: dickheads is
pussy, killaI bring the hammers to the gunfightOne night stand,
only standing for one nightDoggy, cause when it come to that
cashNo homo, I will jump in that ass, jump and I flashThen jump
in that jag, jumpsuitJump back from the coroner, I have you jump
in that bagCome with that cash
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