Тексты песен «Jim Jones»

I gotta see how that thing sound but I got it I'ma come right in wit it Dipset, uh If there's a need to confront ya babe I'll let the nina come punch ya babe, Dipset Fur beavers, big blunts and things Byrd gang, Byrd...

[Max B] I gotta see how that thing sound but I got it I'ma come right in wit it Dipset, uh [Chorus: repeat 2x] If theres a need to confront ya babe I'll let the nina come punch ya babe (DIPSET!!) Fur...

After they finished searching the van for drugs...the officer told me 'If I don't believe in God - now is the time to start. I was halfway to sleep, faded off the sour Not knowing that coulda been my last hour I see it...

I know one movin' someone usually know gone pop you (te matan) This that 9 double 1, with a 9 double m If its crime lets have fun, lets have fun, lets have fun This that o trizzy 1, triple o, whoa, whoa If you...

Yeah! Ay! Dip-set! Come on Black-out, let's do it Dip, dip-set Dip, dip, dip, dips Dip, dip, dip, dips Dip, dip, dip, dip Now this here is that bomb diggy (Diggy) Diggy dang, the dons with me Killa, he'll kill a nigga...

Yeah! Ay! Dip-Set! Come on... Black-out, lets do it... Dip, dip-set! Dip, dip, dip, dip-s Dip, dip, dip, dip-s Dip, dip, dip, dip [Juelz Santana] Now this here is that bomb diggy (diggy) Diggy dang, the dons with me...

I found you, get on I founded you get, get, get I found you! (x2) Yeah! Standing at the bus stop, wonder where I sit, This love.come across the street. Shwaty look good, so I'm trying to Play my game down, see if she a...

Livin' fast and ballin' at Christmas time It's fin to be a good Christmas this year Santa know when you're good or bad and we're ballin' The music's tight, the block is stuffed We're here tonight and that's what's up...

Byrd gang we get money We won't stop, we destined to blow I'ma take my niggaz and bitches wherever I go So don't forget about me, don't forget about me I know, I know We won't stop, we destined to blow I'ma take my...

Now don't push me away 'cause when the first time I met you Girl, you shook me in ways You know the life of a nigga's cookin' up yay And because you knew the pitfalls and the tumbles of the game You've seen the...

Don't compare me to these niggers I ain't them Since I learned at history I don't do temps Dedicate a song to a bitch who tripped my ends Never that I ride an mc I ain't got a benz 22's on shit look clean It's the aura...

Cold sweats from bad dreams I hope the Feds don't grab the team 'Cause we been labeled as the trouble makers We sell whole pies so you ain't got to cut the cake up Tell no lies, so the Lord come and take us Praise to...

Cold sweats from bad dreams I hope the Feds don't grab the team 'Cause we been labeled as the trouble makers We sell whole pies so you ain't got to cut the cake up Tell no lies, so the Lord come and take us Praise to...

(feat. Bun-B, T.I.) [T.I. talking] Jim Jones what it is homie Killa Cam, Freekz Zeeky, Juelz whats happ'nin Hey 'a aye... yea yea yea 'a aye T.I.P. nigga y 'a y yeeah. Aye a aye I'm up in Harlem to put it down wit my...

I tell 'em welcome to the main attraction Where these niggas let these bitches be their main distraction I've been known to make these white girls wet And I could show you how these white girls stretch No bit cramp,...

This shit is fucked up 'cause some niggas call it tough love It's crazy 'cause you might know a nigga all your life And he got a twisted alterier motive And he just wanna see you do bad See a smile on your face all day...

(feat. Max B, Stack Bundles) Yeah, it's ya boy...I'm back Byrd Gang Another rap extravagance classic for you niggaz [Chorus: Max B] WE TRYNA GET PAAAID, CAN I GET SOME BUCKS WITH CHUUUUUU? GET BLAAAZED, CAN I HIT FROM...

G's up, nigga, ho's down If the bitch can't swim she gon' drown Runnin' the streets, totin' the four pound If you ain't know we was them niggas Then nigga, you know now, Dipset G's up nigga, ho's down If the bitch...

Now I am fresh out of bail harder flyer than a muthafuck I don't do the baby, sumthin' like a rubber nut Sumthin' like a hustler, got it runnin' through my blood You aint bout dat money, well, honey I don't give a fuck...

Now I am fresh out of bail harder flyer than a muthafuck I don't do the baby, sumthin' like a rubber nut Sumthin' like a hustler, got it runnin' through my blood You aint bout dat money, well, honey I don't give a fuck...