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dion jetson - window lyrics

[intro: malcolm x]
brothers and sisters, friends
and i see some enemies
in fact i think we’d be fooling ourselves if we had an audience this large
and didn’t realize that there were some enemies present

this is part of whats wrong with you!
you do too much singing
today its time to stop singing and start swinging
you can’t sing up on freedom, but you can swing up on some freedom
c-ssius clay can sing
but singing didn’t help him to become the heavyweight champion of the world
swinging helped him become heavyweight champion of the world

[verse 1: dion jetson]
boy you sweeter than a georgia peach
how you got the nerve to even mention meech
young boy from the south side but i swear my words got some reach
peak in my window my young boys rock yo -ss to sleep
stand they ground like zimmerman if i ever see him put him in a bag
drop it off at the mosque tell muhammad i just checked a bag
swear i got a little money now but i’m still eating on hoe toy
going so hard this summer that these hoes gon call me oh boy
and i’m cam only
that means in the man only
(dipset)
only time i’m coming in second, is to fam only
these niggas finito
like when mike went from the free throw cuz i’m standing here at the peephole
and i’m tryna keep it peaceful
but i’m malcolm with that peace hoe
if these niggas think it’s sweet tho
i’ll put his brains on the window
leave his life in a limbo
like when them f-ck boys shot ricky out that pinto
now his mama in a limo
taking l’s like she was kimbo
dressed in all black
with white doves as a symbol

[hook: dion jetson]
jugging out the window
finessing out the window
f-ck boys out the window
push knicks out the window
understand my lingo
don’t plotting on my shit hoe
i ain’t playing that shit tho

now i’m malcolm at the window, bang
threw a deuce to my kinfolk, gang
now i’m malcolm at the window, bang
threw a deuce to my kinfolk, gang
now i’m malcolm at the window, bang

[verse 2: seven1]
they throwing flowers at my feet
thumbing checks so i missed yo lil tweet
the old heads want me dead in a week
better chance of sweeping sand off a beach
they call me mr. adams
problems i don’t @ them
if its problems then i’m at them
i’m ah dog let me at ’em
like knock knock, who’s there, room service
ak with the knife on it make the room nervous
i ain’t a new person
but these shorties dumb and i’m sarabi pops so i’m not for none
still eastside, still pockettown, still gang shit
you a lame nigga, new drose, you just push nicks
i got 25 of the 25’s
no shuck and jive
f-ck a black face
where the suit case
where the green backs
them tubmans boy
i need all that aye!
if you don’t like it pussy sue me
f-ck ya baby mama then i add her to my group me aye

now i’m malcolm at the window, bang
threw a deuce to my kinfolk, gang
now i’m malcolm at the window, bang
threw a deuce to my kinfolk, gang
now i’m malcolm at the window, bang

- dion jetson lyrics

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