paroles de chanson Talk Slick (feat. Leaf Ward) - Just Jones

You niggas aint in the mix
You niggas aint really getting no Money
Niggas aint tryn kill nothing
Niggas bluffing
Thats why i focus on me tho (Fuck It)

Look Im really in the mix these niggas Part time (Facts)
Get to that money shit I'm Through wit having Hard times
Me and bro was on a haro selling hard dimes
Now we lit like times square When its dark time they angry
Shit how could you blame me never let it change me
Bought a gold rope because them Crackers tried to hang Me
Nothing less then 30 rounds in Case they try to bang me
Looking picture perfect I heard they was tryna frame me
But I'll Never let em tame me a stash for the weapons (Skrt)
Feds prolly step in in if they Catch me with this FN
My pedal to the medal its no way They gon arrest him
Gone in 60 seconds they won't Hold me for the questions
Call Me lawyer please detective I Don't know names (Shaka)
Then I'm right back in a XF Color cocaine its all white (Skrt Skrt)
Head to toe in Off-White I'm Better then alright
Blew a bag in Neiman's shoulda Seen ya bitch was all hype
Took a couple racks over to Saks To get my dawg right
He just beat a body they was tryn give my dawg life
Took a couple racks over to Saks To get my dawg right
Cause he just beat a body they was try give my boy life

We gon' talk slick and make it Quick
Don't ask me what I'm in to I'm Gon say I'm in the mix
I think this week alone we done Did 200 flips
They say I spit that dope and They been waiting on they fix

I was dead broke I hit the trap Thats how I came up
I aint never do no sucker shit to Fuck my name up
I done ran up a lot of change I Aint change up
I aint never hit no range up I just Aim up
He the hottest rapper in the city Cold killer
Heard he shot me and claimed it He was bold nigga
My bitch know I aint nothing Like her old nigga
Ran that work off fast so we Make the load bigger
I put work all on ya block and get My young nigga lit
You hiding good you gone get ya Young nigga hit
The opps already know how my Young nigga get
You ever put 12 shells all in one Nigga mit
I ran this shit up in the trench I Brought them shooters off the Bench
He was foul how he take a mile I Gave him a inch
They can't see behind the tints But its who they up against
All these bodies dropping man This shit don't make no fucking Sense
Im with the killers and the Dealers too the opps get put in Critical
We sent them niggas home but I Can't lie they unforgettable
That shit was unforgivable we Gon beef forever
They was turnt up somebody put Em to sleep together

We gon' talk slick and make it Quick
Don't ask me what I'm in to I'm Gon say I'm in the mix
I think this week alone we done Did 200 flips
They say I spit that dope and They been waiting on they fix