Only One Way Up
(专辑: On My Way To Church - 2004)
[Jim Jones] We set them presidents, to get them presidents Over the
ones that are dead, we'll put guns to your head Put dots on your loaf like you was wonder the
bread Sheek, Zeke, Hell Rell, and I
got some in the
Feds I
contradict what ever the
government says For them boys on my back wit them bugs by my bed They still thinking that we copping sellin raw Trying to put us through them Rico and them Rockefeller' laws I'm in LA the
top down the
pedals floored Wit a
hot stiletto whore, suck my cock tell the
law For all you faggots I
see past all your cheap stares Nowadays I
see my past from a
beach chair I the
felling so relaxed and refreshing when chilling A
total change from movin crack off the
steps of the
buildin's Rollin wit gangs in the
back of the '
jects where the
killing In Park Ave. where young Chris body found A
number is all to add to task body count Watch it boy they'll show you how that shotty bounce, bounce [Juelz] I'm the
most incredible, to ever do what you cats'll never do, or be able to I'm ahead of you, cause I
spit like I
never ate, and if I
did then I'm just never full Stop the
hoe jokes, I'm not a
homo, better believe I'll cock the
4-4 I
ain't Mexican, but I'll stretch your man, yes I
am a
fucking vato loco I
went from the
pot with cocoa To the
block with cocoa To getting locked, catching a
charge dealing wit the
cops and cocoa Now I'm just hot like cocoa You can catch me on the
block, being watched, in a
drop The
same color as chocolate cocoa I
done walked in the
street, with so much raw in my sneaks God dam, got home and had corns on my feet I
see the
lord when I
sleep, and often he speaks He says Juelz you better than all of these creeps So I
got all my shit light, got on my shit right Not a
lot of thems this nice But the
games funny so I
gotta do shit right So to the
ball drop, and the
world blow up, I'm a
twirl shit up Until my peeps come home, Zeke come home, better believe I'm a
keep on beasting on [Cam'Ron] Where should I
began our pompous A
thousand wins accomplished Known throughout the
atlas, honest been accomplished You'll be abolished Men, children, women astonished The
Don is the
one, jewelry way beyond it Chunky blessed on the
chest Funky S
when I
dress Thunder storm damn Monkey wrenching' her fresh But I
cope wit the
rain, mad I
can't float with my dame, down to the
coastal wit caine Maine, my boat is a
plane I
land on the
water, here I
go boasting again I
keep toast, give a
toast, inhale smoke for the
pain Girls gone wild, nope They going insane All doped off the
fame Jump rope with my chain Now thats off the
chain, Ma take off your chain the
40 will off your brain, kids will be lost and claimed Cause of Walton James, now in the
orphan game Whether adoption or foster its all the
same Jim's the
rider of riders JR's the
writer of writers Juelz you know him well, hell he the
fire of fire I'm the
supplier, baffled thats the
hustler Trife got a
knife for that apple inside your jugular The
Big Apple, I
tackle all the
customers Put it on the
apple at the
castle, come and fuck with us And further more, got the
birds of raw, I
deserve a
tour Hey, hey holla' back, swallow that Thats murda' whore In a
Persian turban, swerving, that Suburban mergeing, curving, herb in the
air Yeah, yeah I'm hurtin y'all See I
crash and cop it, mash and mop it, blast a
rocket Natural born hustler, yeah crack I
stocked it Now my drugs are legal, so just pass the
profit Three months alone Sizzurp will smash the '
Notic We them B
boys in one year a
quarter billion Here come the
clothing line, I
got your order children And thats more than illing Long as the
Lord is willing I'm a
pour in millions, so applaud a
villain Killa