Jim Jones - End Of The Road Lyrics

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Jim Jones what it here homie?

Killa Cam Freekz Zeeky Juelz what's happ'nin?

Hey T.I.P. nigga

I'm up in Harlem to put it down wit my muthafuckin' folks

Dipset bitch a town to muthafuckin' NY nigga

You already know what it is Bankhead

C-Rod Grand Hustle Diplomats

You don't like it? Kill ya''self nigga let's go

Late night straight white fa' ya' base pipe

No mo' quarter O get ya' weight right

Crack rock black glock kept it waist height

It hit ya'' mug you don't imagine what ya' face like

'American Pie' I'm tellin' you guys

You want beef wit us well who the fucks preparin' you guys?

We sparin' you guys get buried alive

What you rushin' fa'? Act like you in a hurry to die

Some I let 'em fly 'fore I let that ride

I paralize ya' like Superman's horseback ride nigga

Walk up on ya' car an' scorch dat ride

Flat tires glass shattered wit a corpse inside

A town break down straight pounds of dro'

Still deal if you want 10 birds or mo'

Pimp Squad Dipset I know ya' heard before

If we called you a bitch you deserved it hoe

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I cop bricks of the crack an' take it to my block

Strip or my trap my block strip is so trapped

Cops quick wit a strap an' you'll be scared shitless

How they where the big fifth an' load up flares an' biscuits

I'll take ya' bitch from you bring her back wit smeared lipstick

You can compare ballistics but it's mere physics

I'm two threes on drops I used to play hoopties on blocks

Plottin' man like who he gon' pop

In this tragic city now I'm Bankheadin'

4 tens headin' down in A.T.L.'s Magic City

Yes the stash is pretty an' the mag hold 50

We take ova towns then send the Rovers 'round

Lookin' fa' hoes to pound ya' local hoochie spot

Lookin' fa' hoochies hot to get they coochie popped

I love the titty bars I love my niggaz pa

Dipset Pimp Squad yo let's get it pa

Yeah already trill niggaz in this bitch

U.G.K. know what I'm sayin' that's off top fool

You already know wreck it boyz go down like that

What up Jones? Dipset nigga

Bitch my Cadillac is candy an' my pistol is pearl

My best friend is a pimp an' his bottom bitch is ya' girl

I got them '84s that clank the big diamonds that blank

Plus them hoes that pop pills smoke kill an' sip drank

Fuck what ya' think I'm tryin' to tell you how life is give it an' take it

My lil' brotha in the pen where niggaz shiv'rin' an' shakin'

We got a million dollar team wit one gone

So I'm takin' my 500 to flip in the game

To have somethin' for 'em when he come home

My two older brothers locked up both of 'em smokin'

Principal's gon' be fucked up man

My lil' nieces an' nephew heartbroken

Seein' Daddy in a cage at that age it fuck ya' mind up

So at this stage in the game I gots to really get my grind up

So you gon' see me in yo' city doin' a verse or a show

Or maybe even servin' one o' these niggaz

A couple of dem thangs on the low

I'm Dipset affiliated so you can hate it or love it

But it you keep pushin' ya' luck bitch my middle fingers' gon' shove it

Know what I'm sayin'

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