Letra de Shop - Jim Jones

Uh

It's almost that season

I'm just warmin' up, uh?

Know what I mean?

Chillin' back in the wing, uh

They gon' write books about me, they gon' write captions 'bout you (Facts)

Now that I think about it, it was a lot of cappin' 'bout you (Fuck up)

Claim to be a player, but, shit, ain't nothin' captain 'bout you (Uh-uh)

I don't even know what to say, niggas start askin' 'bout you (Fuck 'em)

Shit, I ain't here to start complainin' or explainin' (Uh-uh)

Hope niggas know how to stay dry when it start rainin' (Grrt)

They said sooner or later, they was gon' see me as competition (Uh-uh)

I don't even write, shit, I speaks freely in my composition (You hear me?)

Mama used to say that I should try to walk a straight line (I tried)

I be talkin' with the homies, every time, we talkin' straight crime (Eastside)

Shit, I miss Joe, he got locked and caught a straight dime

He did that, he came back, and then that nigga caught a straight dime (Damn)

Some niggas never learn, some niggas get a turn (Uh-huh)

Some niggas put out fires, some niggas let it burn (What?)

Shit, I got a good lawyer, he gon' make sure it get adjourned (Why?)

Shit, the type of cars you drive, a benefit should have a turn (Skrrt, skrrt, skrrt)

Either you get rich with us or you gon' watch us get rich (Watch us)

We got foreigns in the chopper, jumpin' off choppers and shit

Shit, and we still up in the field, so don't get popped on a blitz (Watch out)

In New York, gun laws is crazy, so don't get knocked with the blick, stupid

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