Mike Jones

Mike Jones

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  • Mike Jones Don't Work U Don't Eat Lyrics

           

    [Hook - 2x]
    If you don't work you don't eat, you don't grind you don't shine
    No if's and's or but's, bottom line
    That's why I'm on a mission, to keep the paper flipping
    I got's to get a house, before I start wood gripping

    [Mike Jones]
    Ninety percent grinding, ten percent sleep
    I peep game when I'm asleep, I hold heat when I creep
    I'm Mike Jones I hold chrome, wreck microphones
    I flip in my slab, all alone
    I wish a motherfucker would, try to steal my leather wood
    It's gon be no good, understood
    Cause I shoot strays, and when the techs play
    I'll have you looking like a clown that's on x-ray, I don't delay
    When it come to shooting bullets, you talk down I'ma pull it
    Represent this gangsta shit, to the fullest
    I pack a ruger and get to spraying, like Freddy Kruger
    You talk down on Mike Jones, and nigga I'll do you
    Cause I ain't tripping, I got the ruger ripping
    While I'm flipping, Expeditions
    Come in Mike Jones home, and I'll shoot shots till your teeth missing
    First round draft picks, you come at us wrong
    And you will be dismissed, Mike Jones

    [Hook - 2x]

    [Magno]
    It's Magno, I don't mind I let a stray bullet cross
    But if you got beef cool, I got the A-1 sauce
    You must forgot I pack a big mack, I run in Mickey D's
    Pop your ass up, leave you bleeding on your big mac
    Get you bent like a car fender, I fight dirty
    I'm throwing bottles in the club, like a bar tender
    Fuck fighting fair, niggaz remember who won
    In these H-Town streets, you gotta remember your gun
    You don't wanna get stuck, with the filth
    You don't want a hospital trip, with IV's stuck in your wrist
    My best advice is dog stay in your spot, cause these bullets
    Got a mind of they own, they hate to stay in the glock
    You like to see what two snappers cost, we got techs
    To your chest, bout to make you look like apple sauce
    So if you want a sample, I got seventeen reasons
    To make folks forget about you, like Tevin Campbell

    [Hook - 2x]

    [Mike Jones]
    You might see me in a Lac, four 18's black on black
    Sitting low holding gat, waiting for a nigga to jack
    When it's time I get crunk, I got rugers I got pumps
    My name show when I pop trunk, Mike Jones is no punk
    I got hoes down to die for me, niggaz down to ride for me
    I got friends I got rivalries, a lot of niggaz watching me
    You can look but don't touch, cause if you touch then I bust
    Swishahouse Swishablast, if y'all didn't know we can't be touched

    [Magno]
    We can't be touched, because we move like powder
    And I don't mind shooting at a nigga, if his mood is sour
    I'm a technique flower, this ain't New York
    But you better stay undercover, like Malik Yober
    Cause we looking for you, big guns forty times
    We not from San Francisco, but we got forty nines
    And if you prolly heard the gat, it was me
    Trigga pull cause I run with the wolves, like Wally Servedat

    [Hook - 4x]

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