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jim jones - ask about me lyrics

jim jones – ask about me

thirst for green so i chase red hoes
up in the air with the base hand up
turn the whole way to a clenched
we want ten rods pack jet pack
a pocket rocket day to keep’em off me
need being soul blood is where you lost me
now back off cause i don’t back down
i’m the type to back off and just clap rounds
and no more bullies is invisible
the hood i push murder for punching them
label them food like ball head
two is back for, two is forehead
if he is squared then pop some mints
empty reload then pop again
forever act is n-gg-r word
f-ck the hand gun, give me the magicals

i said f-ck right imma go get it
wanna rise? pain the town red
now i’m rapping i’ll be rapping till a n-gg-r dead
homicides and some bombing
home invasions and accident bombing
plus i got these f-ck n-gg-rs try to out me

those warm body, two body, 3 body, 4
body count? what’s the number of dead body in the morgue?
hey your mamma praying to the long
afraid that my man won’t make it to the ball
and he gonna do his time like the g
standing on the chair rapping on 2 to 3
and i can get you killed for the wrong look
i can bring the c-ke back like it’s on hook
my clown pushing like a vice crib
get your head cracked like a vice trip
game chains love the things is different
everybody friends with the compet-tion
f-ck it! i guess i’m form a different era
where we rap new error board, new carriers
you see? which n-gg-r but i’m still a rebel

i don’t know who you been with
but i’m a non-tre gangsta
i ain’t nothing with that two game sh-t
when i come with the two things with
you die some as soon as they live
only a few days gift
that’s a thing ..hit the nose harder than bang problems
i’m getting trapped ice and wild soldiers
cheers on the hour that our trial’s over
don’t even know why he found her like he found closure
so the only reason he upset
is the stress gave her wild
old school, so don’t f-ck me on my out stead
showing off what you bought in the floss to get you
get your house broke that’s how my wild look
steady mobbing gotta keep rapping
in the meantime i gotta eat

(i said) i said f-ck right imma go get it
wanna rise? pain the town red
now i’m rapping i’ll be rapping till a n-gg-r dead
homicides and some bombing
home invasions and accident bombing
plus i got these f-ck n-gg-rs try to out me

- jim jones lyrics

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