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jim jones - emotionless [explicit] كلمات الأغنية

cold sweats from bad dreams
i hope the feds don’t grab the team
’cause we been labeled as the trouble makers
we sell whole pies so you ain’t got to cut the cake up

tell no lies, so the lord come and take us
praise to allah, hope the lord he forsake us
and outlaws is what it made us
we live the fast life and so we ball out major

until i see a ribbon in the sky
cop plush cars put ribbons on the ride
and due to my political ties
i can’t roll around without the drip in the ride

and if my gun boys ain’t hear of ya
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 nike

boy, you talk about my life here
f-ck wit og’s 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

put my emotions aside ’cause they can never take my alive
i’m a ride and don’t cry
’cause momma raised h-ll of a thug
and if i’m standing in front of the judge

and guess what? he can never take me alive
i’m a ride and don’t cry
’cause momma raised h-ll of a thug
and if i’m standing in front of the judge

poured off bentley, looking like steroids
jetson car, i’m looking like elroy
maserati lookin’ like a shark on land
neiman marcus edition, contraband

neiman marcus i’m in it, shopping and
five thousand spent on pants, man
b-tches love it, n-gg-s want it
so bad they wanna take it but i kill ’em for it

believe me, i’m like a bear that ain’t get his porridge
you better stay out the forest, warning
it’s santana he f-cks
money man, make you do a handstand for the bucks

i see you clear, my antennas is up
and that hand-scale is still in my pocket
what you want? dough boys in the trap, where ya at?
c-ke dealer’s in the hood, what’s good?

boy getting them bricks with the stamp on the sh-t
well, come meet the man that’s stamping them bricks
fly wit’ the byrds or lie wit’ the dirt
your corpse, flies will emerge

put my emotions aside ’cause they can never take my alive
i’m a ride and don’t cry
’cause momma raised h-ll of a thug
and if i’m standing in front of the judge

and guess what? he can never take me alive
i’m a ride and don’t cry
’cause momma raised h-ll of a thug
and if i’m standing in front of the judge

they say your enemies is close, your friends even closer
listening to ‘pac up ten in the roaster
and now do you wanna ride or die?
blowin’ smoke in the air, getting high as the sky

i’m drunk staring b, i need therapy
the paranoia got me thinking conspiracy
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
and it’ll all come back, like grams of the hard
you heard of us, the murders, the most shady
been on the low lately, the feds hate me

they try to put cuffs on me and my -ssailants
when i push fees through the streets, they be tailing
they try to catch me out of bounds
they know i got pistols if you catch me outta town

a thug changes and love changes
and since 9 11, the price of the drugs changes

put my emotions aside ’cause they can never take my alive
i’m a ride and don’t cry
’cause momma raised h-ll of a thug
and if i’m standing in front of the judge

and guess what? he can never take me alive
i’m a ride and don’t cry
’cause momma raised h-ll of a thug
and if i’m standing in front of the judge

- jim jones

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