Make No Issues Of It

Jim Jones

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    Shit
    There's a list of things I can start with
    Heatmakerz
    And I ain't here to make no issues of it
    When we ball, even the feds took pictures of it (capo)
    And I ain't here to make no issues of it (facts)
    When we ball, even the feds took pictures of it

    They wouldn't understand, before the 'gram, what we did in public
    I came to your block to point 'em out, like: What nigga was it?
    Got these niggas hatin' 'cause these bitches love it
    Lover's lane, they know we love the game, we hit the strip and hug it
    Bros before hoes, watch as niggas put a bitch above it
    Shit, the rollie froze, I'm talkin' drippin', every bit is flooded
    I drop stacks out at barney's
    Lookin' like we at war, I'm wearin' a shirt that say 'army'
    Rambo in a lambo, valentino campbell
    For the soldiers that we lost we pour ace and light a candle
    And I don't rap for your convenience
    I pop war inside a store, right in back of the convenience
    And I, I still pack gats above the penis
    Nigga neck lookin' like he practice with serena
    Call my lawyer, I ain't jackin' no subpoena
    Feelin' like pac, yellin': What's brackin'? Out the bimmer
    Havin' nightmares, but lord knows I'm a dreamer
    Wakin' up scremain' ow my dead lawyer could lean her
    Should I go deeper? (should I?)
    Should I go deeper?

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    Like the one-time when I had the street sweeper
    Mad slow, very eager to pull up on a nigga, like
    What you did? On that nigga like
    Who this for? For them niggas like
    For them niggas like
    Fuck the politics, fuck the policies
    Don't apply for loans, we ain't got checks for your college fees
    The only world we recognize are the tech and the 'nologies
    I know ghostface killah's like, on these sweats and these wallabees
    I'm in your halls with taj mahals and some red caps
    My country got the gall to be appalled by some red hat
    Don't trip, get your panties in a bunch 'cause I said that
    I went around with a bunch of niggas that let lead cap
    I'm a product of where I'm from, but me and my neighbor are nothin' alike
    He was a pumper, I was lieutenant and we was both hustlin' white, uh
    Oppositions never changed the customer's price
    I was right there for the whole thing, of course we adjusted the price
    Now I cop watch and then I bust 'em on sight
    Gold rollie's lookin' like ace of spades and buckets of ice
    Drop a kilo on Cuba and then I crush it with ice
    Slow down, young man, please don't rush through this life
    These niggas buy Chanel, spend money on lots of fail
    Iceberg smurf, where the fuck is the gargamel?
    My ladies stay drippy, boy back from where?
    See superman havin' brunch at bagatelle (chill)
    Nigga, chill, let this whole thing spill
    All at your head, couple more on the grill
    Want beef with the smoke? Couple more on the grill
    I ain't lost a step, y'all better chill

    For real
    Better chill
    Watch it
    Watch your step, youngin
    We just fuckin' around

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    Composición: Grant Jr Green, Jim Jones, Sean L Thomas y Joe 90

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