verse 1--jim jones
jones!
we ball or die (for real)
so i get high just like im gonna fly (to the moon)
im in the court with marijuana eyes (sorry judge)
we hit the clubs until the morning right (just like last night)
cuz day and night (day and night)
we run the streets, hope i dont pay the price (pray for me)
they got the nerve to tell me press my brakes (what)
and if i do it ???? it pay eh (tell 'em)
so now im thinkin that (whats yo thoughts)
2 hundreds would it bring me back (takin a flip)
especially now that the recession is here (its hard out here)
my only answer to my question is..is (you figure it out)
ok now heres a thought (one more thought)
streets is a mariage that you cant devise (ill)
life is a bitch but i think i fell in love (i love that bitch)
so i treat the game just like im selling drugs (like drugs)
chorus
verse 2--
Day and night, i toss and turn
i keep stressing my mind (mind)
i look for peace but see i dont attain
what i need for keeps this silly game we play (play)
now look at this, madness to ??? keeps attracting me
i try to run but see im not that fast
i ??? first but surely finish last (last)
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