Jim Jones: Shotgun fire

[Intro / Chorus]Dip-Set, uh(Jones) Money on mind(Capo Status) Mind on my money(Dip-set nigga) My money on mind(You know the streets is what it is nigga) Mind on my money(Watch ya step and watch ya moves) My money on mindMind on my moneyMy money on mind[Verse 1]Shit, make 'em believe in this prophecy (movement)You can see I'm tryin to lead my democracy (Dip-Set)To get money and rip sleeve off of my city (New York)And slow down, then try to breeze thru the projects B (Taft)And how I speeds in velocity (160)We came up movin keys of that knotty B (that Yae-Yo)My man caught 10, couldn't find the keys to the lobby BThe boys rushed him, 2 keys of mahogany (Damn!)In my life you can't see me not possibly (Nooo!)How we swoop up in Harlem, 20 Coupes when we mobbin'40 troops if it's problems (What Nowww!)Cause 1 nigga you know is a shotgun driver (jus 1 nigga)Ready to dump triggers, that shotgun fire (blakka!)I ain't gone front nigga I shot some guys up(didn't kill 'em though, fuck 'em though)And they came back to my block like riders (Yop!)But I'm like "Crouching Tiger", spin, roll, crouch and fire (Boom, Yea!)A fast retally (Uh Huh!)Now it's cash we tallyMiami, Atlanta, fuck it we smash to Cali (L.A.X.!)Back on L.A. Ave, you know the Lennox stripWhere they Henny sipBeef we let the semi rip[Chorus]Mind on my money, my money on mindMind on my money, my money on mindMind on my money, my money on mindYou fuck wit Dip-Set, I will press on this .9Mind on my money, my money on mindMind on my money, my money on mindMind on my money, my money on mindYou fuck wit my paper, I'll press on this .9[Verse 2]And yeah we world renowned (U.S.)And I might twirl thru town (uh huh)And in a Dip-Set mansion is where ya girl be found (hollaaa!)How can a pearl be drowned (yea)How can a diamond not shine (uh huh)Man I'm on my G mackI scoop up dimes all the time (bad bitches)They love my pimp juice (yeah)I let my crimps looseThey get a glimpse, oooooooSome went and cinch douche'Scoop her feed her feed her shrimp soup (that's right)Mind fuck her, brain fuck hermouth screw her 'til it hurt, uh, (then what?) shitShe scream "Do me it hurt" (uh huh)Ill have her movin' that workI mean 2 of them chirpsUp in her Dooney and Bourke (gettin' money)So ruthless it hurtsI mean I'm truely bezerkWhen I scoop up my cash man, I swoop up and murk (errrrrrrrr!)Yea, a trick and a bag bitch (uh huh)2 bricks and a bad bitchShit, them bitches mackin' (they love me)I'm as sick as maggot (rite)But I don't fuck wit no bitch if she ain't worth no chips or no cabbage[Chorus][Verse 3]I'm so problematic (yeah)And do to servin' Harlem-matics (damn)My fame and fortune still revolve wit' static (that beef)Still involve wit' savage types that move drugs365 all around set every nite (perrico)I ain't the passive type (nope)On the benches where I crashed them nites (movin')Blowin' hemp, movin' slabs of white (hustlin')Spend days up in courtHow I shaved weight to snortGive that to the press or Dave Mays in the source (suttin to read about)Yes, since success it has changedSince we, stepped up in this game and stepped up wit' our game (ballin')No more chef cuttin' cainHoes X'd up in they brainLemme sex up in the RangeSo much princess cuts in my chains (Bling!)[Chorus]