Jim Jones - Ask About Me lyrics

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Jim Jones - Ask About Me

Thirst for green so I chase red hoes

Up in the air with the base hand up

Turn the whole way to a clenched

We want ten rods pack jet pack

A pocket rocket day to keep’em off me

Need being soul blood is where you lost me

Now back off cause I don’t back down

I’m the type to back off and just clap rounds

And no more bullies is invisible

The hood I push murder for punching them

Label them food like ball head

Two is back for, two is forehead

If he is squared then pop some mints

Empty reload then pop again

Forever act is nigger word

Fuck the hand gun, give me the magicals

I said fuck right Imma go get it

Wanna rise? Pain the town red

Now I’m rapping I’ll be rapping till a nigger dead

Homicides and some bombing

Home invasions and accident bombing

Plus I got these fuck niggers try to out me

Those warm body, two body, 3 body, 4

Body count? What’s the number of dead body in the morgue?

Hey your mamma praying to the long

Afraid that my man won’t make it to the ball

And he gonna do his time like the G

Standing on the chair rapping on 2 to 3

And I can get you killed for the wrong look

I can bring the coke back like it’s on hook

My clown pushing like a vice crib

Get your head cracked like a vice trip

Game chains love the things is different

Everybody friends with the competition

Fuck it! I guess I’m form a different era

Where we rap new error board, new carriers

You see? Which nigger but I’m still a rebel

I said fuck right Imma go get it

Wanna rise? Pain the town red

Now I’m rapping I’ll be rapping till a nigger dead

Homicides and some bombing

Home invasions and accident bombing

Plus I got these fuck niggers try to out me

I don’t know who you been with

But I’m a non-Tre gangsta

I ain’t nothing with that two game shit

When I come with the two things with

You die some as soon as they live

Only a few days gift

That’s a thing ..hit the nose harder than bang problems

I’m getting trapped ice and wild soldiers

Cheers on the hour that our trial’s over

Don’t even know why he found her like he found closure

So the only reason he upset

Is the stress gave her wild

Old school, so don’t fuck me on my out stead

Showing off what you bought in the floss to get you

Get your house broke that’s how my wild look

Steady mobbing gotta keep rapping

In the meantime I gotta eat

(I said) I said fuck right Imma go get it

Wanna rise? Pain the town red

Now I’m rapping I’ll be rapping till a nigger dead

Homicides and some bombing

Home invasions and accident bombing

Plus I got these fuck niggers try to out me