The Heatmakerz - This is Jim Jones lyrics

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The Heatmakerz - This is Jim Jones lyrics

[Cam'Ron] k**a This my man Jim Jones You know we been through a lot of devistation, larceny Defeat, misconceptions Man, f** all that, I don't know what that's about But f** all that Jim, I'm in the building Dipset, it's your turn, you up n***a! Let's go! [Jim Jones] I'm puffin my weed and these n***as, they mad I'm frontin' this season (Dipset!) As far as they hoes, they want me to see 'em I f** 'em and then they don't want me to leave 'em (Don't go!) An addictive obsession, I twist 'em, I s** 'em My dick's an obsession (Yeah!) They call me, they miss me, they stressin' (Jones!) I call 'em, they miss me, they stressin' (Jones!) These hoes, they sayin' that sh** that'll k** ya I'm rich now, this kid look familiar (Oh yeah?) As far as my Dips, we rich The cars and the whips We spent what you spent on your car on my wrist Don't bother me b**h In the midst of this grind, i'm twistin' my lime (Yeah!) I'm 'bout to get cash, and you can kiss a** Dipset got this sh** up on smash (Smash) [Hook- Cam'Ron] This is Jim Jones, he's breezin' on chrome Ya best bet is leave him alone O.G. in them stones, spent g's on them stones Now mami just send me the tone [Jim Jones] These are true stories I used to live poorly And now man I live in two stories (That's the law) Get suited in Maury The coupe is Ferrari The coupe cost 140, you don't wanna race I will move on you shorty Look good on them cameras They love me, I put my whole hood up on cameras They bloody, n***as in hood with them blamas Tell me, so do it for grandma (Sally!) We did it from druggin' and (?) (We did it) We did it from hustlin' and comin' up wrong (We did it) We did it from strugglin' and comin' up strong (We did it, we did it) Still runnin' with cons, with guns in their palms You front on Dipset, we will dump on your moms (Boom!) Or come through with bombs And stop and park, and set off them bombs (Boom!) [Hook] [Jim Jones] You got to admit (Yeah) I'm hot when I spit Like a summertime's tropic's eclipse (Sizzlin') Like a drop on the strip with no top on the whip A block (?) with them cops on the strips (Hot, hot) With Glocks on their hip (Yeah) Like shells when they drop when them shots get dismissed (Boom!) The pain in my heart been my aim from the start We started when we came from the star Now we all gainin' on charts (You know) With back to back hits, like Yankees an' sh** (Uh) Dipset, we gangsta as sh** (That's right) But I credit my ghetto 'Cause now we rock platinum, the preciousest metal (Bling!) Don't press us, we'll press on this metal And blow you apart Shoulda known from the start (Yeah!) My j**els, they glow in the dark You fools, keep playin' ya part [Hook]

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