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j-$killz - jimmy lyrics

[verse 1]
see jimmy was innocent when he was young
who could of guessed what he’d become
momma’s only son, straight a’s
good kid, but bad influences surrounded him
dealers and drugs murders and guns
so he started to run with a couple of thugs, they put him on game
showed him love, the ways of the streets and if he’s gonna run with g’s
then he’s gotta stand on his own two feet, told him “man up”
putcha hands up, whooped his -ss tough
now he thinks he’s billy bad -ss, yup
and sure enough, jimmy quickly became nothin’ to f-ck with
got himself a nine, dared any motherf-cker to cross the line
showed em’ a flash of light from his barrel, had you chalked outlined
murder on the “11”, no suspects
just call him the “death merchant”
thousand ways to die
have your family askin’ why?
cause deaths part of life
were all gonna die

[hook]

let me tell you bout f-ckin’ round with him
that boy ain’t nothin’ to f-ck with, yeahhh
let me tell you bout f-ckin’ round with him
some call him the death merchant
(muder, muder, k!ll, k!ll)x6
yeah, the boy ain’t nothin’ to f-ck with “ready to die”, hand on his steel no fear inside

(verse 2)
now jimmy’s waist deep in the sh-t
the game won’t let him quit, they got him hustlin’ crack, cocaine, weed and sh-t
anything for the fast money, but jimmy’s paranoid as f-ck
sleepin’ with one eye open, one eye shut
ears to the street, wonderin’ if a rivals tryna creep
or is he just hearin’ sh-t? ether way kids buggin’ so he rolls somethin’
try to calm his nerves
bumpin’ that biggie “ready to die”
thinkin’ he pac “thug life”
schemin’ on a l!ck
cause the drug game ain’t payin’ him sh-t
black hoody, black mask, throw-away automatic
now the kids ready for the stick up
rushes in quick,tells the clerk give me everything you have including your wallet, bang!
shot him dead, out the door, murdered in cold blood
what jimmy didn’t know tho, is the clerk was an “og” under protection
jimmy just signed his own death warrant
(hook)
(outro)
yo! is that jimmy?
yeah that’s him, look at him
thinks he’s “mr. big time”, a cold blooded k!ller,sh-t
we’re gonna get him for what he did to “og”, quick k!ll the lights
roll up slow i’mma hit em with the tool
(car creeping up)
time to put in work
what’s up motherf-cker!
(gun shots, car speeds away, sirens ringing)
written, recorded, mixed and mastered by: j-$k!llz

ey3$ee
2013

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