Jim Jones - 45th lyrics

[Cam'Ron] up Uh, Uh Yeah We back in the f**ing building Diplomats, Young Guru, Jim Jones, Santana, Freaky Came in second half sh** man, only thing we really wanna know right now is What? Is what's really good? That's the question [Cam'Ron] Suicide sickness, child negligence Homicide fingerprints, wild evidence (But what?) But thou shall, respect me bloa, bloa Clap, clap, pow, pow, bow down, n***a Be in Columbus never seen Bow Wow (Nope) We big dogs, all on the chow down Chow, and Mr. Giles lay back Santana locked up, get 'em out ASAP Aight, now boy, not tonight I where a bomb to the court like it's a ice white I'm real ice right, still in the hood But the question for y'all is (DMX) What's Really Good? (Cam) Nothing, see me on 55th, black scooped it up A-k activated, act stupid, one did act stupid Mac had to move it, from the hood like (DMX) What's really good? (Cam) I had to lay 'em down, clip him up, sprayed around Split him up, he played the ground, leave, nine stayed around Outlaw on the street, shot four from the three Southpaw Portuguese (What's Really Good?) [Hook: Cam'Ron] + (DMX) To all my ladies, ghetto to ghetto Heals, sneakers, slipper stilettos, hello Diplomats are coming to your hood And we wanna know (What's really good?) All my n***as, block for block Rock for rock, top for top Top a top, stash your clocks under the hood And n***as wanna know (What's really good?) [Jim Jones] Okay I admit I mean they said I was trippin' had to re-edit the spin 44 lead when I'm spitting Shots to the head of my victims Big deserts we grippin' to dry out, you in the desert is slippin' They go through extreme measures to get 'em Them chains and them treasures the glistening You got three hideouts, a bed in the system My brethren I miss them So please tell me y'all (DMX) What's really good? (J.Jones) Top of the drop when it's missing MY block when it's clickin', these rocks when they glistening (DMX) What's really good? (J.Jones) 145th on this crunk, big 45th in my trunk Big gouty wrists on you chumps Mostly me and sometimes them But mostly me, oh sh** man, that's one time them Squally, so through your set up please And let me know if you really good And let me know if you really hood [Hook] [Cam'Ron] I like this beat, drums and bells Remind me of bullets, bodies, guns and shells I don't talk the verse, Polly wanna cracker When she on the stand, you probably wanna smack her Probably wanna clap her, end your day properly Air the sh** out like the end of State Property No run away robber, gunner stay half of me the end I see prophecy (DMX) What's Really Good? I'm in the buggy mon', with the Rugby on Air Force Ones, looking like Lucky Charms Lotta dudes, yelling out "f** me, uh?" I'll blow this b**h dog, what the f** we on [Juelz Santana] It's Santana, I'm straight out the box homey Straight to the stoop, straight to the booth when I stepped out the box homey I still got the sun of the box on me Grimy clothes, funky arms, my socks dirty I told you I can count on my boy I'm in trouble, needed bail money, dialed on my boy sh**, and just when I thought it was getting worst I was bailed out scot-free, spittin' this verse, uh-huh You don't sit in the dirt, clips'll disperse (Dmx) What's Really Good (Santana) ME MOTHERfu*kER!!! Don't play with this, I'm so great at this Santana, bandana, release the eight a spit (COME ON...) [Hook]