Jim Jones: Only one way up

We set them presidents, to get them presidentsOver the ones that are dead, we'll put guns to your headPut dots on your loaf like you was wonder the breadSheek, Zeke, Hell Rell, and I got some in the FedsI contradict what ever the government saysFor them boys on my back wit them bugs by my bedThey still thinkin' that we coppin' sellin rawTryin' to put us through them Rico and them Rockefeller' lawsI'm in LA the top down the pedals flooredWit a hot stiletto whore, suck my cock tell the lawFor all you faggots I see past all your cheap staresNowadays I see my past from a beach chairI the fellin' so relaxed and refreshin' when chillin'A total change from movin crack off the steps of the buildin'sRollin wit gangs in the back of the ' jects where the killin'In Park Ave. where young Chris body foundA number is all to add to task body countWatch it boy they'll show you how that shotty bounce, bounce[Juelz]I'm the most incredible, to ever do what you cats'll never do, or be able toI'm ahead of you, cause I spit like I never ate, and if I did then I'm just never fullStop the hoe jokes, I'm not a homo, better believe I'll cock the 4-4I ain't Mexican, but I'll stretch your man, yes I am a fuckin' vato locoI went from the pot with cocoaTo the block with cocoaTo gettin' locked, catchin' a charge dealin' wit the cops and cocoaNow I'm just hot like cocoaYou can catch me on the block, being watched, in a dropThe same color as chocolate cocoaI done walked in the street, with so much raw in my sneaksGod dam, got home and had corns on my feetI see the lord when I sleep, and often he speaksHe says Juelz you better than all of these creepsSo I got all my shit light, got on my shit rightNot a lot of thems this niceBut the games funny so I gotta do shit rightSo to the ball drop, and the world blow up, I'm a twirl shit upUntil my peeps come home, Zeke come home, better believe I'm a keep on beastin' on[Cam'Ron]Where should I began our pompousA thousand wins accomplishedKnown throughout the atlas, honest been accomplishedYou'll be abolishedMen, children, women astonishedThe Don is the one, jewelry way beyond itChunky blessed on the chestFunky S when I dressThunder storm damnMonkey wrenching' her freshBut I cope wit the rain, mad I can't float with my dame, down to the coastal wit caineMaine, my boat is a planeI land on the water, here I go boastin' againI keep toast, give a toast, inhale smoke for the painGirls gone wild, nopeThey goin' insaneAll doped off the fameJump rope with my chainNow thats off the chain, Ma take off your chainthe 40 will off your brain, kids will be lost and claimedCause of Walton James, now in the orphan gameWhether adoption or foster its all the sameJim's the rider of ridersJR's the writer of writersJuelz you know him well, hell he the fire of fireI'm the supplier, baffled thats the hustlerTrife got a knife for that apple inside your jugularThe Big Apple, I tackle all the customersPut it on the apple at the castle, come and fuck with usAnd further more, got the birds of raw, I deserve a tourHey, hey holla' back, swallow thatThats murda' whoreIn a Persian turban, swervin', that Suburban mergein', curvin', herb in the airYeah, yeah I'm hurtin y'allSee I crash and cop it, mash and mop it, blast a rocketNatural born hustler, yeah crack I stocked itNow my drugs are legal, so just pass the profitThree months alone Sizzurp will smash the ' NoticWe them B boys in one year a quarter billionHere come the clothin' line, I got your order childrenAnd thats more than illin'Long as the Lord is willin'I'm a pour in millions, so applaud a villainKilla