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letra de blow it up - jim jones

[verse 1]
with the c-ke price at a all time high
how the f-ck we supposed to eat
got grown man praying to god hoping for rake in prices
game is twisted got these young n-gg-s running in banks without a gun
talking bout they pulling scams n-gg-s acting like they scared to sell yayo
where the hustlers at

[hook]
my soldiers keep on lock
can’t ride without the piece no more
almost fifty a gram god d-mn
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 sh-t bout another b-tch
but i ain’t even hit it so
jones

[verse 2]
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
sh-t 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 c-ke 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 sh-lls spill
and now mother f-cker let me spell it out
ups and i need my tracking number when i mail it out
mo f-ckaz play too much but i bet that on some chill [?]
f-ck you and your friends i slay two slugs in em
and i got a the bomb dicl that will make you [?]

[verse 3]
mama raised a boy the streets made me man
why the f-ck 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
sh-t they say i caught a body like wondo
sparked at crossroads four billion up
north road heading on state road
some n-gg-s 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 f-ck these b-tches they the least
gossip with they friends in the next n-gg- 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

[verse 4]
go, ain’t got clocks in the roley unless the time tick
i’m on the [?] beretta is ma little sidekick
b-tch got a hold in your life told her hold on she my b-tch
then went and put that daytona sh-t on my side b-tch
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 n-gg-s
been a hot n-gg- don’t worry i put in work
a n-gg- 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 c-ke flow
everyday we hustling the same sh-t
knew the neighbor wanted c-ke so i had to get my own flow
n-gg-s gonna hustle in the main strip

- jim jones

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