Jim Jones: This is Jim Jones

[Cam'Ron]KillaThis my man Jim JonesYou know we been through a lot of devistation, larcenyDefeat, misconceptionsMan, fuck all that, I don't know what that's aboutBut fuck all thatJim, I'm in the buildingDipset, it's your turn, you up nigga!Let's go![Jim Jones]I'm puffin my weed and these niggaz, they madI'm frontin' this season (Dipset!)As far as they hoes, they want me to see 'emI fuck 'em and then they don't want me to leave 'em (Don't go!)An addictive obsession, I twist 'em, I sex 'emMy dick's an obsession (Yeah!)They call me, they miss me, they stressin' (Jones!)I call 'em, they miss me, they stressin' (Jones!)These hoes, they sayin' that shit that'll kill yaI'm rich now, this kid look familiar (Oh yeah?)As far as my Dips, we richThe cars and the whipsWe spent what you spent on your car on my wristDon't bother me bitchIn the midst of this grind, i'm twistin' my lime (Yeah!)I'm 'bout to get cash, and you can kiss assDipset got this shit up on smash (Smash)[Hook- Cam'Ron]This is Jim Jones, he's breezin' on chromeYa best bet is leave him aloneO.G. in them stones, spent g's on them stonesNow mami just send me the tone[Jim Jones]These are true storiesI used to live poorlyAnd now man I live in two stories (That's the law)Get suited in MauryThe coupe is FerrariThe coupe cost 140, you don't wanna raceI will move on you shortyLook good on them camerasThey love me, I put my whole hood up on camerasThey bloody, niggaz in hood with them blamasTell me, so do it for grandma (Sally!)We did it from druggin' and (?) (We did it)We did it from hustlin' and comin' up wrong (We did it)We did it from strugglin' and comin' up strong (We did it, we did it)Still runnin' with cons, with guns in their palmsYou front on Dipset, we will dump on your moms (Boom!)Or come through with bombsAnd stop and park, and set off them bombs (Boom!)[Hook][Jim Jones]You got to admit (Yeah)I'm hot when I spitLike a summertime's tropic's eclipse (Sizzlin')Like a drop on the strip with no top on the whipA block (?) with them cops on the strips (Hot, hot)With glocks on their hip (Yeah)Like shells when they drop when them shots get dismissed (Boom!)The pain in my heart been my aim from the startWe started when we came from the starNow we all gainin' on charts (You know)With back to back hits, like Yankees an' shit (Uh)Dipset, we gangsta as shit (That's right)But I credit my ghetto'Cause now we rock platinum, the preciousest metal (Bling!)Don't press us, we'll press on this metalAnd blow you apartShoulda known from the start (Yeah!)My jewels, they glow in the darkYou fools, keep playin' ya part[Hook]