Name: Emotionless
Duration: 4 min 45 s
Description: Слушайте песню Emotionless - Jim Jones онлайн с альбома Hustler's P.O.M.E. (Product Of My Environment) в хорошем HiFi качестве с сервисом Звук. Продолжительность песни - 4:45. Год выхода - 2006

Hustler's P.O.M.E. (Product Of My Environment)

Jim Jones

Intro

So Harlem

Bright Lights, Big City

Reppin' Time

Pin The Tail

Get It Poppin

Mr Cool

We Fly High

Voicemail Skit

Love Of My Life

Voicemail Skit 2

Weather Man

Emotionless

Unknown

Lemme two-twelve wit' you for second, holla at you

'Cause we been labeled as the trouble makers (Dipset)

We sell whole pies so you ain't got to cut the cake up

Tell no lies, so the Lord come and take us (solemnly swear)

Praise to Allah, hope the Lord He forsake us (pray for me)

We live the fast life, and so we ball out major (ballin')

Cop plush cars put ribbons on the ride (full speed ahead)

I can't roll around without the drip in the ride (East Side)

You're lightweight I get the young boys to murder ya

You're looking at a cracker's worst nightmare

Young, black, rich and with a fresh pair Nikes

Fuck wit' OGs that put dice in the mirror

And they tell me that life's but a gamble

The media will turn your whole life into a scandal

'Cause Momma raised hell of a thug (I'm a thug)

And if I'm standing in front of the judge (Guess what?)

And if I'm standing in front of the judge

So bad they wanna take it, but I kill 'em for it (huh)

Believe it, I'm like a bear that ain't get his porridge

Money man, make you do a handstand for the bucks

And that hand-scale is still in my pocket

Dough boys in the trap, where ya at? (where ya at?)

Coke dealer's in the hood, what's good? (what's good?)

Boys getting them bricks with the stamp on the shit

Well come meet the man that's stamping them bricks (us)

They say your enemies is close, your friends even closer

Listening to 'Pac up ten in the roaster (speeding)

Blowin' smoke in the air, getting high as the sky (that purple)

Paper on the brain, the brain on the yayo

I make it off the plane I'm a land to a payroll

My right hand to God, put my right hand in the jar (that mixture)

And it all come back, like grams of the hard

You heard of us, the murderers, the most shady (DipSet)

Been on the low lately, the Feds hate me (Jones)

They try to put cuffs on me and my assailants

When I push fees through the streets, they be tailing (speeding)

They know I got pistols if you catch me outta town (loaded)

And since 9/11, the price of the drugs changes

(Changes, changes, changes, changes, changes, changes)

Слушайте песню Emotionless - Jim Jones онлайн с альбома Hustler's P.O.M.E. (Product Of My Environment) в хорошем HiFi качестве с сервисом Звук. Продолжительность песни - 4:45. Год выхода - 2006

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