Jim Jones - Aunt Viola lyrics

My Aunt Viola said there’s a bit of Christ in all of us (Amen) She also said that it’s a time that Christ is gon’ call on us I figure ’til that time come, we gon’ live life and ball it up My man said, “Lemme hold somethin,'” Drop it on the floor, ball it up, yeah Raid came, we flushed so much coke, we clog ya toilet up (Flush) When grandma died, damn, I had turned to alcoholic (I miss you, momma) But slowly but surely I found my way back (Facts) Like that time I lost a key, I had to bounce my way back I’m talkin’ twenty eight 28’s, I had to ounce my way back (What you know ’bout that?) S**t, ten grams of powder, I made an ounce of straight crack (Lotta baking soda) I know you probably sayin’ these war stories are repetitious (But they’re the truth) But never forget that my intellect is vicious I sat on cigarettes in the ocean just to intercept the fishes (Facts) Love my ni**as way too much to go ‘n spend my check on b*tches Melly lifted his shirt and then he showed me his .. stitches (I miss you, n***a) When you get married to the game, they never give you no wedding pictures So when I’m reflectin’ my past is only to better your future (You hear that?) Versace all black and the back, the head of Medusa (Drippin’) I love shoppin’ at Saks, but the prices is better with boosters (Whew) We was up at the crack of dawn, but we ain’t hear no echoin’ roosters I make a brick have a baby like the doctor just induced her S**t, it’s bad enough on the block when the opps and the cops that’ll shoot ya (Boom, boom, boom) I’m out of breath, I can’t breathe like a knee is on my neck Mothafu*ka, what the B’s? .. Face shot, left ’em on the pavement They should’ve told the young boy to pay Go pay his bills for his momma cable Must ain’t read the Bible, what Cain did to Abel Out here in the jungle where no one can save you You gon’ wait your turn or you gon’ turn the tables (Tables) A made n***a, ain’t nobody made you (Nobody made you) A hood n***a, I’m forever grateful (Forever grateful) Headshot, make it sad to mention A hundred grams behind Manhattan Center We sendin’ hits while ni**as havin’ dinner Only stamp the ni**as that be actually with us How don’t the cameras help me back the Benz up? Thirty thousand dollars in a grocery bag Look at ni**as’ faces and I know they mad I was in the field without no shoulder pads My plug out in Utah, had the Jazz, called ’em Ostertag When they double team you, you supposed to pass A hundred plays in the rental, I’m on my way to Baltimore I don’t trust these ni**as, not one of ’em have I saw before Mami said she wish that I would call her more .. did the Audemars They ain’t put in no pain, what the f**k did you call ’em for? Trapped in the projects, yeah, we all was bored Lookin’ for somethin’ that we could all afford They grab you, why you talkin’ for? Champagne poppin’ like it’s New Years Youngins wildin’ out cause it’s really nothin’ to do here Press you, n***a, you new here Face shot, left ’em on the pavement They should’ve told the young boy to pay Go pay his bills for his momma cable Must ain’t read the Bible, what Cain did to Abel Out here in the jungle where no one can save you You gon’ wait your turn or you gon’ turn the tables (Tables) A made n***a, ain’t nobody made you (Nobody made you) A hood n***a, I’m forever grateful