Don`t Work U Don`t Eat

[Hook - 2x]<br>If you don`t work you don`t eat, you don`t grind you don`t shine<br>No if`s and`s or but`s, bottom line<br>That`s why I`m on a mission, to keep the paper flipping<br>I got`s to get a house, before I start wood gripping<br><br>[Mike Jones]<br>Ninety percent grinding, ten percent sleep<br>I peep game when I`m asleep, I hold heat when I creep<br>I`m Mike Jones I hold chrome, wreck microphones<br>I flip in my slab, all alone<br>I wish a motherfucker would, try to steal my leather wood<br>It`s gon be no good, understood<br>Cause I shoot strays, and when the techs play<br>I`ll have you looking like a clown that`s on x-ray, I don`t delay<br>When it come to shooting bullets, you talk down I`ma pull it<br>Represent this gangsta shit, to the fullest<br>I pack a ruger and get to spraying, like Freddy Kruger<br>You talk down on Mike Jones, and nigga I`ll do you<br>Cause I ain`t tripping, I got the ruger ripping<br>While I`m flipping, Expeditions<br>Come in Mike Jones home, and I`ll shoot shots till your teeth missing<br>First round draft picks, you come at us wrong<br>And you will be dismissed, Mike Jones<br><br>[Hook - 2x]<br><br>[Magno]<br>It`s Magno, I don`t mind I let a stray bullet cross<br>But if you got beef cool, I got the A-1 sauce<br>You must forgot I pack a big mack, I run in Mickey D`s<br>Pop your ass up, leave you bleeding on your big mac<br>Get you bent like a car fender, I fight dirty<br>I`m throwing bottles in the club, like a bar tender<br>Fuck fighting fair, niggaz remember who won<br>In these H-Town streets, you gotta remember your gun<br>You don`t wanna get stuck, with the filth<br>You don`t want a hospital trip, with IV`s stuck in your wrist<br>My best advice is dog stay in your spot, cause these bullets<br>Got a mind of they own, they hate to stay in the glock<br>You like to see what two snappers cost, we got techs<br>To your chest, bout to make you look like apple sauce<br>So if you want a sample, I got seventeen reasons<br>To make folks forget about you, like Tevin Campbell<br><br>[Hook - 2x]<br><br>[Mike Jones]<br>You might see me in a Lac, four 18`s black on black<br>Sitting low holding gat, waiting for a nigga to jack<br>When it`s time I get crunk, I got rugers I got pumps<br>My name show when I pop trunk, Mike Jones is no punk<br>I got hoes down to die for me, niggaz down to ride for me<br>I got friends I got rivalries, a lot of niggaz watching me<br>You can look but don`t touch, cause if you touch then I bust<br>Swishahouse Swishablast, if y`all didn`t know we can`t be touched<br><br>[Magno]<br>We can`t be touched, because we move like powder<br>And I don`t mind shooting at a nigga, if his mood is sour<br>I`m a technique flower, this ain`t New York<br>But you better stay undercover, like Malik Yober<br>Cause we looking for you, big guns forty times<br>We not from San Francisco, but we got forty nines<br>And if you prolly heard the gat, it was me<br>Trigga pull cause I run with the wolves, like Wally Servedat<br><br>[Hook - 4x]