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We Fly High Jim Jones We fly high, No Lie ,you know this(BALLIN!) Foreign rides, outside, its like showbiz (We in the building) (Girl) We stay fly, No Lie ,and you know this(BALLIN!) Lifestyle Jim Jones We fly high, no lie, you know this Foreign rides, outside, it's like show biz We stay fly, no lie and you know this Hips and thighs, oh my, stay focused Ya boy gettin' paper, I buy big cars I need fly JIM JONES Bob Dylan JIM JONES Come and listen for a moment, lads, And hear me tell my tale. How across the sea from England I was condemned to sail. Fly Together (Feat. Jim Jones) Trey Songz Fly Together (Feat. Jim Jones) Trey Songz Jones Songbook baby And my boy E. The King Jim Jones Killer, Jim Jones My man DJ Nasty in the house tonight Incomprehensible, do it, Ma (Hey lady) I know you heard me in British rob But I get you bracelets till ya wrist is throbbed Just kissed the nob And Pour Wax Jim Jones [Jim Jones] You're reign on the top, short like Leprechauns I came through in drops, Porches and heavy charms I came from the block, the slums wit ex-con's And we aimin' them glocks of course ready to Dipset X-mas Time Jim Jones Livin Fast And Ballin At Christmas Time [Jones:] Its Fin To Be A Good Christmas This Year Santa Know When You're Good Or Bad, And We Ballin [Chrous:] The Musics Tight The Block Is Stuffed We Here Pin The Tail Jim Jones Let's go [Max B] WE MAKE HITS IN THE STUDIO NIGHTLY, WE OUT TRYNA GET THIS MONEYYYYYYYYYYYY (Tryna Get it) WE TAKE TRIPS IN THE WINTER IN JET PLANES, IN THE CLIMATES WHERE IT'S SUNNYYYYYYY (MIA) WE GOT Byrd Gang Money Jim Jones "Just clean my fancy car Picked up my fancy clothes And we only in the hot spot, No, we got the bomb, We got the bomb This is Byrd gang money, This is Byrd gang money, This is Byrd gang money Only Don't Forget About Me Jim Jones [Chorus 2X: Max B & Jim] BYRD GANG WE GET MONEY.... WE WON'T STOP, WE DESTINED TO BLOW I'MA TAKE MY NIGGAZ AND BITCHES WHEREVER I GOOOO SO DON'T FORGET ABOUT ME, DON'T FORGET ABOUT MEEEE.... Emotionless Jim Jones Cold sweats from bad dreams I hope the Feds don't grab the team 'Cause we been labeled as the trouble makers We sell whole pies so you ain't got to cut the cake up Tell no lies, so the Lord come and take Love Me No More Jim Jones , the Bentley round town (sparrows) Tripin' in ice I still be up town (Harlem) I hear em kicking up dirt on my name (so what) But I could clean em up like detergent on a stain Or I'll beam 'em up we My Life Jim Jones We back We still on the streets Rap game is now the crack game Watch out for them rap police The rap police is on my ass, searchin' for the rest I'm stepping on the gas while I'm serving through the traffic Love Of My Life Jim Jones They got us fuckin' up a storm, kush up till the morn Breezin' from the telly puffin marijuana White T and my pelly thuggin' like la Fonz Made it rain on them bitches a bucket full of ones We got them I Know Jim Jones street strikes You better run you see police lights these nights (Squala) I'm hated by few loved by many Getttin faded with the crew gettin buzzed off henny Now the liquer got my mind runnin They say we Weather Man Jim Jones This is 9 tre news I'm Jimmy Jones here with your weather We apologize for the drout all week But it looks like thunderstorms all weekend. Sects Anthrax Acting like Mo Jo's Acting like body bagger's Let the bells ring Rejoice and sing Jim Jones, where did you come from Jim Jones, was it for fun Jim Jones, that's your name Jim Jones, style of death This Pop Champagne (Feat. Juelz Santana) Jim Jones We pop champagne! OHHHHHHHH!!!!! We pop champagne! Reppin' Time Jim Jones [Jim Jones] I'm in the coupe relaxing (like that) you see the roof collapsing (drop the top!) I got my paper up although I'm still kufi smacking! (smack the shit out you!) Bright Lights, Big City Jim Jones (ha) thats what he like to say Fuck It....Its My Life Nigga [Verse 1: Jim Jones] This is a dream of a hustler (like a nightmare!) Take You Down (Feat. Brittany Taylor, Rex & Young Deion) Jim Jones Here we are all alone in this room (oh) And girl I know where to start and what we gonna do (yeah) I’ll take my time we’ll be all night girl So get ready babe I got plans for me and you Bridge: It aint So Harlem Jim Jones [Jim Jones] Free bail posters, tail lights on the roadster (Ferraris) Live life vulgar, the FBI posters (fuck the feds) The fast cars pack guns no holsters (fully loaded) We act dumb don't approach us Let It Out Jim Jones see see they actin like us, comin up dormetive forcin us to go outside and take a hellav risk to make some money, so to the media we look like savages,but for us its a way of life,you see it started with Don't Push Me Away Jim Jones watch niggas fallin' to the fame And all the time you tried to tell me to stay hungry and maintain When I was like let's go half on a baby And if not then lets go half on a 'cedes Drop top coup while we Ball (feat. Jim Jones & Schife) DJ Khaled Then a couple cars (Jim Jones!) Wake up with my dogs (Go!) Took over the block (Lets Go!) And then we Ball! x7 (Thats all we know how to do... Who invented this thing!) Concrete Jungle Jim Jones Yo, it definitely is a concrete jungle And yet, there's more to life than misery We have to have unity in our community We have to work together brothers and sisters (I'm from the ghetto) Yeah this is Sticky Icky (Feat. Jim Jones) Pitbull [Pitbull] Hey Jim Jones, Let's Show These Boys How It Really Goes Down Hey Lil Jon, U Know What We Tell These Boys When They Campin Out Wit The Blunt Right We Tell Em Puff, Puff Pass Wit Yo Pussy Frienemies Jim Jones And he just wanna see you do bad See a smile on your face all day So he just acting like your friend When he is really your enemy Or your best friend can become your enemy Through the the jealousy So we Get It Poppin Jim Jones gettin cake [Hook (Jha Jha)] If you a G Lemme see You aint gotta pay for da dinner Its on me Lets get it poppin shawty Lets get it poppin shawty I get it poppin shawty Lets get it poppin shawty [Hook (Jim Pilot Jones Frank Ocean "Pilot Jones" [Intro] We once had things in common Now the only thing we share is the refrigerator Ice cold, baby, I told you, I'm ice cold (ice cold!) You out here flyin' high (high!)