U-God - Magnum Force (feat. Jim Jones and Sheek Louch) lyrics

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[Intro: Jim Jones]

Uh-huh, Jones, one-two, one-two

G's up, you know who I am, Jones, the struggle

New York's mine

[Jim Jones:]

Can it be it was all so simple

Imagine me in the Porsche, when I spin thorugh

I lost my fitted when the wind blew

Down in Miami, when we floss, no Winstons

Looking for some ice cream, hooked on the night scene

Way back when Eric B. was a 'mic fiend'

What about the pipe fiends, got 'em in line

Sell 'em all pipe dreams, I was on my grind

Now I'm in my prime like 36 Chambers

Pull through your block with like thirty-six rangers

Don't say it, we dangerous, give a fair warning

Party til the morning, to the last call

Go hard, nigga, cause when it rain it starts pouring

You a nigga sleep, like you snoring

My niggas creep like they crawling

Pray for you niggas, oh, lord, could you pray for this nigga?

[Chorus: U-God]

See me ride and creep through the night in the fog

Heat's to your skull, cause this time, it's on

(It's a jungle out here) Nowhere to run, you in the eye of the storm

Sing your goodbyes, cause this time, you're gone

(Boy, we rumble out here) You want forgiveness, pray to the Lord

You live by the sword, you die by the sword

(It's a jungle out here) Kick down your door, show no remorse

Ah, fuck it, magnum force, get 'em


Yo, it's danger when the beat loops, hard like Sheek Louch

God got a sweet tooth for white broads and fleetwoods

Drive-by music, watch when the jeep swoop

Three wolves jumped out, armored up, neat roof

Them dudes eat fruit, pick it right, off the tree

Deep roots in the street, that's right, I'm a G

These boots don't walk from the Hill to France

Dunn, shout out to dance hall, gorilla stance

Make, killas glance, heads, start popping

Police just watch, hoes, start clocking

Foes can't block 'em, your spine is jelly

But mine is gully, my insides is ugly

And I shine with my hat low, behind the skully

It's Zilla, Zilla, with the monster belly

And my hands stay steady, I move in silence

But I'm, ready to live, nigga, Christopher Wallace


[Sheek Louch:]

Ok, uh, you ain't that hard to go against U-God

Bitch, I keep squeezing til you dead or a retard

Walk past your block with my glock and my iPod

Hoodie over, bandana, and flip your little Rover over

If it's a jungle, I'm a silverback, strip down it

Aston Martin through the hood, fiends wipe down it

Real hip hop, you looking for it, just found it

It's like punishment, the way a nigga stay grounded

Humble, but I rumble, bang you

Throw up the W, niggas'll Wu-Tang you

D-Block, I let it pop for the G-O-D

Mad bitches in the club, homey, you know me

I got paper, I urinate a couple G

Whitey's looking like, who he suppose to be?

Don Gorilla, a/k/a Donny G

Love crime, U-God, one more time, let's go


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