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jim jones & harry fraud - aunt viola lyrics

[intro]
uh
one two, one two
la música de harry fraud

[verse 1: jim jones]
my aunt vi said there’s a bit of christ in all of us (amen)
she also said that it’s a time that christ is gon’ call on us
i figure ’til that time come, we gon’ live life and ball it up
my man said, “lemme hold somethin,'”
drop it on the floor, ball it up, yeah
raid came, we flushed so much coke, we clog ya toilet up (flush)
when grandma died, d+mn, i had turned to alcoholic (i miss you, momma)
but slowly but surely i found my way back (facts)
like that time i lost a key, i had to bounce my way back
i’m talkin’ twenty eight 28’s, i had to ounce my way back (what you know ’bout that?)
sh+t, ten grams of powder, i made an ounce of straight crack (lotta baking soda)
i know you probably sayin’ these war storiеs are repetitious (but thеy’re the truth)
but never forget that my intellect is vicious
i sat on cigarettes in the ocean just to intercept the fishes (facts)
love my n+ggas way too much to go ‘n spend my check on b+tches
melly lifted his shirt and then he showed me his [?] stitches (i miss you, n+gga)
when you get married to the game, they never give you no wedding pictures (oof)
so when i’m reflectin’ my past is only to better your future (you hear that?)
versace all black and the back, the head of medusa (drippin’)
i love shoppin’ at saks, but the prices is better with boosters (whew)
we was up at the crack of dawn, but we ain’t hear no echoin’ roosters
i make a brick have a baby like the doctor just induced her (uh huh)
sh+t, it’s bad enough on the block when the opps and the cops that’ll shoot ya (boom, boom, boom)
i’m out of breath, i can’t breathe like a knee is on my neck
mothaf+cka, what the b’s? [?] [1:24]
[chorus: trav]
face shot, left ’em on the pavement
they should’ve told the young boy to pay
go pay his bills for his momma cable
must ain’t read the bible, what cain did to abel
out here in the jungle where no one can save you
you gon’ wait your turn or you gon’ turn the tables (tables)
a made n+gga, ain’t n0body made you (n0body made you)
a hood n+gga, i’m forever grateful (forever grateful)

[verse 2: dave east]
headshot, make it sad to mention
a hundred grams behind manhattan center
we sendin’ hits while n+ggas havin’ dinner
only stamp the n+ggas that be actually with us
how don’t the cameras help me back the benz up?
thirty thousand dollars in a grocery bag
look at n+ggas’ faces and i know they mad
i was in the field without no shoulder pads
my plug out in utah, had the jazz, called ’em ostertag
when they double team you, you supposed to pass
a hundred plays in the rental, i’m on my way to baltimore
i don’t trust these n+ggas, not one of ’em have i saw before
mami said she wish that i would call her more
[?] [2:22] did the audemars
they ain’t put in no pain, what the f+ck did you call ’em for?
trapped in the projects, yeah, we all was bored
lookin’ for somethin’ that we could all afford
they grab you, why you talkin’ for?
champagne poppin’ like it’s new years
youngins wildin’ out cause it’s really nothin’ to do here
press you, n+gga, you new here
[chorus: trav]
face shot, left ’em on the pavement
they should’ve told the young boy to pay
go pay his bills for his momma cable
must ain’t read the bible, what cain did to abel
out here in the jungle where no one can save you
you gon’ wait your turn or you gon’ turn the tables (tables)
a made n+gga, ain’t n0body made you (n0body made you)
a hood n+gga, i’m forever grateful (forever grateful)

- jim jones harry fraud lyrics

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