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Mac "The Killer" Jones And Mr Jones two Jonesing Turn your body to skin n bones Reppin' Bean Town to New Yitty Ha ha That's two cities Roll Roll Chyeah Look Never forgettin' where I came from The same slums where your daddy got his game from The same slum where you probably got your name from The G code but you don't understand because you ain't one I ain't done I'm still ridin' with my day ones Real talk when it come to sauce I'm A1 That proud steak I dare a hater to say somethin' And y'all gon' hate but still gon' get you a plate huh My city cookin' and if you ain't watchin' pretend you're lookin' Was in the push in with youngins runnin' from central bookins What's all that woofin? There's no more border wolfin Like head ice get your head right or head tookin' That's right I said tookin' Go on n spell check it I sell records My rap sheets got jail records All hail Method and Killa Jones They still at home I'm crack jones I turn your body into skin and bones I gotta know Who's gonna ride with me? I'm takin' off Who's trynna fly with me? No time for fake ones I roll with my day ones I gotta know Who's gonna ride with me? I'm takin' off Who's trynna fly with me? No time for fake ones I roll with my day ones Never forgettin' where I came from In 20 years I'll be kickin' with the same ones Sittin' in the same slums Bring your visions to fruition with my day ones Can't stop till my mission in the game done Huh I'm the one they don't believe me though It's all good They do everything but leave me though Went from havin' different methods when they see me slow To workin' beside Method on a TV show You bustas better drop the mic Or throw the towel on maybe tell em to stop the fight No moss Like Randy we tired of workin' hard to see the younger members of my family inspired proof and I can be admired Forget the fancy attire we was buyin' em used Couldn't afford em fancy attire Man I'm antsy with anxiety Cause I'm everything everyone's trynna be I got a question don't lie to me I gotta know Who's gonna ride with me? I'm takin' off Who's trynna fly with me? No time for fake ones I roll with my day ones I gotta know Who's gonna ride with me? I'm takin' off Who's trynna fly with me? No time for fake ones I roll with my day ones
Writer(s): Michael Jones, Robert Reid, Thomas Gist Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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