pain to your ass now Look where you at, look where you at now, nigga What? Bitch, you bitch The game's survival, follow motto of Fiend's eleven hollows
treat it like home It's the reason *****z saying my name like Mike Jones The underground is mine, I treat it like home It's the reason *****z saying my name like Mike Jones
it like home It's the reason niggaz saying my name like Mike Jones The underground is mine, I treat it like home It's the reason niggaz saying my name like Mike Jones
, I speak for criminals Who don't pay their bills on time and fuck wit digital Never seen, smoke a bag of evergreen My sword got a Jones, more heads
Music: Harvey Schmidt Lyrics: Tom Jones Book: Tom Jones Premiere: Tuesday, May 3, 1960 Try to remember the kind of September When life was slow and
no clue, you through You outta here motherfucker, finished you scared admit it Your new album, shit So realize with your two eyes that my rhyme hypnotize Just like Jim Jones
the type that have to shed blood Pray to the ghost of dead thugs, dead blocks that spread drugs Fled from the cops 'till when my first joint dropped I'm still wit my hood, Hollow
metaphysical, I speak for criminals Who don't pay they bills on time and fuck wit digital Never seen, smoke a bag of evergreen My sword got a jones, more
bitch nigga of "Change Of Heart". Tongue Ring!(you got a toungue ring nigga). You internet thug, the war ain't into it with ya, until I put some hollow
in December it's nice to remember altho you know the snow will follow. Deep in December it's nice to remember without the hurt the heart is hollow. Deep
Bill burst into flames Psychological spit it like a person deranged [Necro] I'm one of Brooklyn's best sickos, I'm not egotistical Just statin' facts hollow
like a profit, when they see the 24's moving stopless Turning heads on a daily basis, with a trunk that'll beat your back If you want it come get it, hollow
sure to follow Gonna let her follow as long as that heffa know my motto I know you over the head with a bottle if your wallet hollow [Verse 8: Chamillionaire
give me 5 years nigga I'm bringin Compton millions [Chorus:] Well I come from Murderville where them gangsta's and hustlers live little kids out on the block hollow
I'm talking about Back up in this fucking shit now We gonna do shit ya'll niggaz never heard of Fuck is goin on in this motherfuckin bitch c'mon [Jim Jones
(Harvy Schmidt/Tom Jones) Try to remember the kind of September when life was slow and oh, so, mellow. Try to remember the kind of September when grass