Jim Jones

Na Na NaNa Na Na

Jim Jones


Dipset (owwww) 
As we proceed 
what have we here (take that take that) 
it´s 0-9 muthafucka (one thing to do) 
we get money muthafucka (yo) 

I pulled off like na na na na na na 
they would of tried some bullshit but a nigga had the blamer (try again) 
They only got me cuz they caught it on a camera (owww) 
they wanna ball but they ain´t got no stamina (they need it) 
they said damn man you lookin like Pac 
I said nah, not alive, man I´m lookin like Jones (cappo) 
besides I put money on your skull and bones 
and keep it low watch what you say up on those fuckin phones 
sssh be quiet 
touchdown 
and getcha ass hung the fuck up just like a bunch of clothes 
hey ma, we stretch work like you touch your toes 
and in the middle of July we got that summer snow 
I got em snowboarding in August 
and I love a pretty bitch but the Porsche look gorgeous (you see it) 
Harlem is one big ski slalom 
I guess the Hill is like the Swiss Alps, we bring them whips out 

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we gettin money like nananananana 
waitin at the flash throwin money at the cameras 
twin turbs out speeding with the scanners 
breeze past the cops screamin nananananana 
we gettin money like nananananana 
lookin at my ass know you wish he had a camera 
we gettin money like nananananana 
droptop at the light screamin life is good. 

If there´s money on my head I hope they got a reciept 
cool your old ass off cuz it´s hot on these streets (be easy) 
I got dogs and they not on a leash 
so you hope you understand 
do you copy? capesh? (comprende?) 
At this point I don´t think they could take it 
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sharks in the water they wont make it to safety (he drown) 
and even though that we been gettin cake 
and now the money taste sweet like pastry, they hate me (back at you) 
now tell me how I look 
would you rather live life like me or by the book? (you get it?) 
sheesh, we are what we are 
make the wrong move will put your faggot ass in the ER 
he's not gonna make it clear? 
flatline 
if it´s red apples fallin hit me on the bat line (Jones) 
I´m back for mine, some more black flyin' 
the flyest nigga you know that got a knack for crime 
nana 

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And what you do nigga? 
I cop cars out the future 
pocket so fat like Raspusha 
I think I´m gettin used to 
lifestyle rich and conspicuous 
chicks want to get with us (owww) 
the feds takin flicks of us (say cheese) 
they all know I put on for Harlem 
tell rich Broadway I took it up another level (God bless 'em) 
I took 80, blew it on a Beezle 
bought the new Fiskar flew it through the ghetto (15th st) 
the definition of opulence 
the jewels drippin we droppin on top and poppin shit (splash) 
who would think that this kid from the projects 
get his neck so cold you would think he's lethargic (I'm froze up) 
the wrist look like hypothermia set in (what) 
pick a club night that the burner don´t get in (I can´t recall that) 
we pop champagne until the club let out (and) 
I drink and I fuck and then I piss a nigga rent out 

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Uhhhh 
you know the rules nigga 
fly high or get flew over 
roll with us or get rolled over 
ain´t nuthin change 
just the decimal point muthafucka 
you get the point? 
money money money 
don´t make dollars don´t make sense 
fuck you nigga 
suck a dick too 
jones