Beautiful Noise
(专辑: Diplomatic Immunity - 2003)
[Jim Jones] My homey Cash, well he gone for five Send my prayers, do your thing, I'll be going for mine Shit, we live life to the
fullest Three hundred and sixty five nights on the
strike, that's a
bullet Shit, and uncle Ricky got a
month and some change And it feels like the
garbage truck just dumping the
pain All on my shoulders, I'm warning my soldiers The
nights could get chilly, but the
morning's much colder I've seen summers get cold And niggaz do it up until the
point they done and the
fold They can't succumb to the
cold Those of frostbitten, up north sitting, just like some fucking lost kittens They get locked up for carrying boy Doing time underground up in Marion, boy Shit, I
respect you You do your time like Gotti, and come home like that Marion boy [Chorus: Cam'Ron +
Jim Jones repeat 2X] You got weed? Smoke it, You got dice? Roll it You got guns? Shoot it, You got a
ho? Stroke it You got money? Spend it, You got cars? Whip 'em You caught a
bid? Do it, You got kids? Love 'em, hug 'em [Jim Jones] I
gotta keep striving, I
gotta keep moving, I
gotta keep grinding If this was the
road, and I
was a
trucker, then shit man, I
gotta keep driving Through the
lies and deception, had to ride through neglection I'm an insomniac, up all night, pops and moms was an addict, shit My puffing scums is a
habit I
need me a
contingency plan, my pops with the
syringe in his hand He was leaning and nodding Uncle Ricky your mission is like Afeni was Robin Shit, you should've seen the
apartment All I
ever wanted was franks and beans I
was starving Crack fiends on the
carpet, shit But if it wasn't for grandma I
swear I'm in love with my grandma That's why I
only does it for grandma That's when I
roll in the
street I
pray she covers me from the
crown of my head, to the
sole of my feet [Chorus] [Cam'Ron] I
figured its means as a
minor, huh Look at the
foods ad fibers The
dude with the
cubes will snipe ya More tools then snider Exclusive writer The
jewels are fire I
learned don't fool with rider from pop I
don't need a
gun, just a
screwdriver Two tires, two pliers, a
wrench and a
few wires, shit I
take it all from the
buyers Bonfire, all from a
lighter, call me "Macgyver" Need a
rehab I'll call up Shania Bitch hungry, good, we gonna stall in papaya Take your recession special, yeah you less then special Me and Jim Jones, extra special Check it, Dre to Snoop, Gotti to Ja Dame to Jigga, Puff to Big, D
n' Y
Doggy you next up, get your respect up Or a
vest can't protect you when I
hit you in your chest, duck The
big heads done pushed me You gotta be sex: dickheads is pussy, killa I
bring the
hammers to the
gunfight One night stand, only standing for one night Doggy, cause when it come to that cash No homo, I
will jump in that ass, jump and I
flash Then jump in that jag, jumpsuit Jump back from the
coroner, I
have you jump in that bag Come with that cash [Chorus]