Jim Jones Hypocrits Lyrics
Hypocrits by Jim Jones
Lying hard and leave you dearly departed (Damn!)
I'm sure a few' saw my gang retarded (bump it)
I'm kind clumsy, get this spill in this'
Be a cold day in hell before I'll be in some more shit (aha)
Ha, it's like the sun '
When it's time to ride the holy drive I play the back seat (get 'em!)
All these fly call to track me
I pose the smirk, look at the gages with the fast feet (aha)
I'm kinda ain't deciding nothing, yet
Cause I'm tripping off the purp in the purp set
Hey! I could be sober, still lurking sick
Anybody killing, it don't matter who we're toasting with!
I ain't speaking, let the drum rule
Kill or be killed, I'm from the jungle! (Brooklyn)
We don't tour for show, we let our guns go
Head shot, leaving for dead,
Nigga, you're done now!
Hook:
Ride through my hood, hoe, hood hoe
Blow light out my window, window
Strapping up my kin foe
Kill or be killed
(Fuck you, dwag!)
I'm supposed to get this money get away
(Fuck you, dwag!)
Let these haters take my day away
(Fuck you, dwag!)
Strapped up with my niggas
(Fuck you, dwag!)
Fuck around, man,
Let me rapd around with yo nigga!
I say, niggas sent the subliminals at me
Most time they don't make it to me
Pictures of your wife on my iPhone
And I tell them hoes and them niggas to me
Where I'm from, we send shots
Align you up like a bottle shot
Foreign whips parked in a hood
We ain't never seen no '
You think fake, I call it out
You flow at me, nigga, call it out!
' without reckless'
The hottest niggas in our'
I got fifty niggas waiting outside
Who's the dwag, nigga, just rambling
You thug nigga, had to stop'
You mustn't get that e-mail
Yeah nigga, there's VL
One hundred thousand that car like
The bitch had a new car see smell
Behind ' and you see murder
And I ain't talking about masterpiece
Ben had that 41
But I... that masterpiece
For broke niggas, that's a Rolex
A hundred rounds to your new Lex
Chopping in that car seat
And hanging out the window like, who next?
I'm tripping off that bitch, nigga
I'm shooting back like, oh dwag
Cocaine in your neighborhood
It's a thousand dollars for a
And I just feel
Hook:
Ride through my hood, hoe, hood hoe
Blow light out my window, window
Strapping up my kin foe
Kill or be killed
(Fuck you, dwag!)
I'm supposed to get this money get away
(Fuck you, dwag!)
Let these haters take my day away
(Fuck you, dwag!)
Strapped up with my niggas
(Fuck you, dwag!)
Fuck around, man,
Let me rapd around with yo nigga!
Niggas said I'll be talking shit,
But I still fuck cause I back it up!
Put my engine in the truck,
So I'm still fronting when I'm backing up!
The shit you say when I'm backing up
And I'm pulling up, I can fight 'em on 'em
Go harder, so retarded,
Pack heat like the summer's on 'em
No gangs, no athletes,
No track me, still ' upon
Bitch nigga trying to call me
Said, your bitch chose to hang up on 'em!
Rory walks at a day in time,
Me walks at a place in time
Face to face, no face time
You get smashed and face the time!
Chance murdered with a shally
We're riding around with that Shawty
Find your ass and chunk your ass.
We're riding around with your body!
(Fuck 'em, fuck 'em!)
Cause it's like that
As a matter of fact, you're getting like that
You wanna see them, you gonna see them
We slump your ass for a night cab.
Hook:
And I still ride through my hood, hoe, hood hoe
Blow light out my window, window
Strapping up my kin foe
Kill or be killed
(Fuck you, dwag!)
I'm supposed to get this money get away
(Fuck you, dwag!)
Let these haters take my day away
(Fuck you, dwag!)
Strapped up with my niggas
(Fuck you, dwag!)
Fuck around, man,
Let me rap around with yo nigga!
I'm sure a few' saw my gang retarded (bump it)
I'm kind clumsy, get this spill in this'
Be a cold day in hell before I'll be in some more shit (aha)
Ha, it's like the sun '
When it's time to ride the holy drive I play the back seat (get 'em!)
All these fly call to track me
I pose the smirk, look at the gages with the fast feet (aha)
I'm kinda ain't deciding nothing, yet
Cause I'm tripping off the purp in the purp set
Hey! I could be sober, still lurking sick
Anybody killing, it don't matter who we're toasting with!
I ain't speaking, let the drum rule
Kill or be killed, I'm from the jungle! (Brooklyn)
We don't tour for show, we let our guns go
Head shot, leaving for dead,
Nigga, you're done now!
Hook:
Ride through my hood, hoe, hood hoe
Blow light out my window, window
Strapping up my kin foe
Kill or be killed
(Fuck you, dwag!)
I'm supposed to get this money get away
(Fuck you, dwag!)
Let these haters take my day away
(Fuck you, dwag!)
Strapped up with my niggas
(Fuck you, dwag!)
Fuck around, man,
Let me rapd around with yo nigga!
I say, niggas sent the subliminals at me
Most time they don't make it to me
Pictures of your wife on my iPhone
And I tell them hoes and them niggas to me
Where I'm from, we send shots
Align you up like a bottle shot
Foreign whips parked in a hood
We ain't never seen no '
You think fake, I call it out
You flow at me, nigga, call it out!
' without reckless'
The hottest niggas in our'
I got fifty niggas waiting outside
Who's the dwag, nigga, just rambling
You thug nigga, had to stop'
You mustn't get that e-mail
Yeah nigga, there's VL
One hundred thousand that car like
The bitch had a new car see smell
Behind ' and you see murder
And I ain't talking about masterpiece
Ben had that 41
But I... that masterpiece
For broke niggas, that's a Rolex
A hundred rounds to your new Lex
Chopping in that car seat
And hanging out the window like, who next?
I'm tripping off that bitch, nigga
I'm shooting back like, oh dwag
Cocaine in your neighborhood
It's a thousand dollars for a
And I just feel
Hook:
Ride through my hood, hoe, hood hoe
Blow light out my window, window
Strapping up my kin foe
Kill or be killed
(Fuck you, dwag!)
I'm supposed to get this money get away
(Fuck you, dwag!)
Let these haters take my day away
(Fuck you, dwag!)
Strapped up with my niggas
(Fuck you, dwag!)
Fuck around, man,
Let me rapd around with yo nigga!
Niggas said I'll be talking shit,
But I still fuck cause I back it up!
Put my engine in the truck,
So I'm still fronting when I'm backing up!
The shit you say when I'm backing up
And I'm pulling up, I can fight 'em on 'em
Go harder, so retarded,
Pack heat like the summer's on 'em
No gangs, no athletes,
No track me, still ' upon
Bitch nigga trying to call me
Said, your bitch chose to hang up on 'em!
Rory walks at a day in time,
Me walks at a place in time
Face to face, no face time
You get smashed and face the time!
Chance murdered with a shally
We're riding around with that Shawty
Find your ass and chunk your ass.
We're riding around with your body!
(Fuck 'em, fuck 'em!)
Cause it's like that
As a matter of fact, you're getting like that
You wanna see them, you gonna see them
We slump your ass for a night cab.
Hook:
And I still ride through my hood, hoe, hood hoe
Blow light out my window, window
Strapping up my kin foe
Kill or be killed
(Fuck you, dwag!)
I'm supposed to get this money get away
(Fuck you, dwag!)
Let these haters take my day away
(Fuck you, dwag!)
Strapped up with my niggas
(Fuck you, dwag!)
Fuck around, man,
Let me rap around with yo nigga!