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Blow It Up Lyrics - Artist : Jim Jones
With the coke price at a all time high
How the fuck we supposed to eat Got grown man praying to God hoping for rake in prices Game is twisted got these young niggas running in banks without A gun Talking bout they pulling scams niggas acting like they scared to Sell Yayo Where the hustlers at My soldiers keep on lock Can't ride without the piece no more Almost fifty a gram God damn How we gonna eat oh lord (oh lord) I ain't with it (I ain't with it) Yellow tape cause I did it (I did it) Got the streets talking shit bout another bitch But I ain't even hit it so Jones Uncle Ricky need bail money That was a [?] He had a substance problem started off selling bricks I thought that was very clear (true story) Thirty years out of his life [?] never snitched Shit that is very rare And my little buzzer Renny he beat the death penalty That was heaven to ma ears I would do it all over again I wouldn't change nothing at all And all the coke that I sold I would move it all again I'm getting ahead of maself chill Let me reel it back in I was dealing crack when There was no cell phones and I swear it was iller back then It was beepers on streets [?] first Mac ten Uncle Ronnie had the old black benz And they say that I'd be iller now I used to let the Mac go off just to watch the shells spill And now mother fucker let me spell it out UPS and I need my tracking number when I mail it out Mo fuckaz play too much but I bet that on some chill [?] Fuck you and your friends I slay two slugs in em And I got a the bomb dicl that will make you [?] My soldiers keep on lock Can't ride without the piece no more Almost fifty a gram God damn How we gonna eat oh lord (oh lord) I ain't with it (I ain't with it) Yellow tape cause I did it (I did it) Got the streets talking shit bout another bitch But I ain't even hit it so It's me nigga Mama raised a boy the streets made me man Why the fuck you think ma heart froze Late nights on the corner Twelve to a skinny big thirty eight [?] (ninety eight) Young boy shooting on the block Shit they say I caught a body like wondo Sparked at crossroads four billion up North road heading on state road Some niggas ain't get a date Real life betting on murphy and [?] Came up broke we as hungry as stomach Turn a work to a pack I was pitching and dodging To fuck these bitches they the least Gossip with they friends in the next nigga V Niece on max with the nine in the seat Before [?] took the stand he used to be the plug sheets Now it's fifty My soldiers keep on lock Can't ride without the piece no more Almost fifty a gram God damn How we gonna eat oh lord (oh lord) I ain't with it (I ain't with it) Yellow tape cause I did it (I did it) Got the streets talking shit bout another bitch But I ain't even hit it so It's me nigga Go, ain't got clocks in the roley unless the time tick I'm on the [?] beretta is ma little sidekick Bitch got a hold in your life told her hold on she my bitch Then went and put that daytona shit on my side bitch Cruising fly whips tryna [?] with the drop in it do the limit But further move with the mop in it Once I seen them cooking for me I looked at the pot different On the rise to the top you gotta drop niggas Been a hot nigga don't worry I put in work A nigga make a move and the shotty will put in work And all you gonna hear is that shawty was in his [?] I done took so much trip that I probably go bizarre We fell in love with the coco with a lil coke flow Everyday we hustling the same shit Knew the neighbor wanted coke so I had to get my own flow Niggas gonna hustle in the main strip My soldiers keep on lock Can't ride without the piece no more Almost fifty a gram God damn How we gonna eat oh lord (oh lord) I ain't with it (I ain't with it) Yellow tape cause I did it (I did it) Got the streets talking shit bout another bitch But I ain't even hit it so |
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