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jim jones – hypocrits lyrics

lying hard and leave you dearly departed (d-mn!)
i’m sure a few’ saw my gang r-t-rded (b-mp it)
i’m kind clumsy, get this spill in this’
be a cold day in h-ll before i’ll be in some more sh-t (aha)
ha, it’s like the sun ‘
when it’s time to ride the holy drive i play the back seat (get ’em!)
all these fly call to track me
i pose the smirk, look at the gages with the fast feet (aha)
i’m kinda ain’t deciding nothing, yet
cause i’m tripping off the purp in the purp set
hey! i could be sober, still lurking sick
anybody killing, it don’t matter who we’re toasting with!
i ain’t speaking, let the drum rule
kill or be killed, i’m from the jungle! (brooklyn)
we don’t tour for show, we let our guns go
head shot, leaving for dead,
n-gg-, you’re done now!

hook:
ride through my hood, hoe, hood hoe
blow light out my window, window
strapping up my kin foe
kill or be killed
(f-ck you, dwag!)
i’m supposed to get this money get away
(f-ck you, dwag!)
let these haters take my day away
(f-ck you, dwag!)
strapped up with my n-gg-s
(f-ck you, dwag!)
f-ck around, man,
let me rapd around with yo n-gg-!

i say, n-gg-s sent the subliminals at me
most time they don’t make it to me
pictures of your wife on my iphone
and i tell them hoes and them n-gg-s to me
where i’m from, we send shots
align you up like a bottle shot
foreign whips parked in a hood
we ain’t never seen no ‘
you think fake, i call it out
you flow at me, n-gg-, call it out!
‘ without reckless’
the hottest n-gg-s in our’
i got fifty n-gg-s waiting outside
who’s the dwag, n-gg-, just rambling
you thug n-gg-, had to stop’
you mustn’t get that e-mail
yeah n-gg-, there’s vl
one hundred thousand that car like
the b-tch had a new car see smell
behind ‘ and you see murder
and i ain’t talking about masterpiece
ben had that 41
but i… that masterpiece
for broke n-gg-s, that’s a rolex
a hundred rounds to your new lex
chopping in that car seat
and hanging out the window like, who next?
i’m tripping off that b-tch, n-gg-
i’m shooting back like, oh dwag
cocaine in your neighborhood
it’s a thousand dollars for a
and i just feel

n-gg-s said i’ll be talking sh-t,
but i still f-ck cause i back it up!
put my engine in the truck,
so i’m still fronting when i’m backing up!
the sh-t you say when i’m backing up
and i’m pulling up, i can fight ’em on ’em
go harder, so r-t-rded,
pack heat like the summer’s on ’em
no gangs, no athletes,
no track me, still ‘ upon
b-tch n-gg- trying to call me
said, your b-tch chose to hang up on ’em!
rory walks at a day in time,
me walks at a place in time
face to face, no face time
you get smashed and face the time!
chance murdered with a shally
we’re riding around with that shawty
find your -ss and chunk your -ss.
we’re riding around with your body!
(f-ck ’em, f-ck ’em!)
cause it’s like that
as a matter of fact, you’re getting like that
you wanna see them, you gonna see them
we slump your -ss for a night cab.

hook:
and i still ride through my hood, hoe, hood hoe
blow light out my window, window
strapping up my kin foe
kill or be killed
(f-ck you, dwag!)
i’m supposed to get this money get away
(f-ck you, dwag!)
let these haters take my day away
(f-ck you, dwag!)
strapped up with my n-gg-s
(f-ck you, dwag!)
f-ck around, man,
let me rap around with yo n-gg-!

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