Emotionless (feat. Juelz Santana)

Текст песни JIM JONES - Emotionless (feat. Juelz Santana) <br/> Lemme two-twelve wit&#039; you for second<br />True story<br /><br />[Jim Jones]<br />Cold sweats (sweaty sheets)<br />From bad dreams (nightmares)<br />I hope the Feds don&#039;t grab the team<br />( )<br />Cause we been labeled as the trouble makers (DipSet)<br />We sell whole pies so you ain&#039;t got to cut the cake up<br />Tell no lies, so the Lord come and take us (solemnly swear)<br />Praise to Allah, hope the Lord He forsake us (pray for me)<br />And outlaws is what it made us<br />We live the fast life, and so we ball out major (ballin&#039;)<br />Until I see a ribbon in the sky<br />Cop plush cars put ribbons on the ride (full speed ahead)<br />Due to my political ties<br />I can&#039;t roll around without the drip in the ride (East Side)<br />And if my gun boys ain&#039;t hear of ya<br />You&#039;re lightweight I get the young boys to murder ya<br />You&#039;re looking at a cracker&#039;s worst nightmare<br />Young, black, rich and with a fresh pair Nikes<br />Boy you talk about my life here<br />Fuck wit OGs that put dice in the mirror<br />And they tell me that life&#039;s but a gamble<br />The media will turn your whole life into a scandal<br /><br />[Chorus]<br />Put my emotions aside (why?)<br />Cause they can never take my alive (no)<br />I&#039;m a ride (I&#039;m a ride)<br />And don&#039;t cry (don&#039;t cry)<br />Cause Momma raised hell of a thug (I&#039;m a thug)<br />And if I&#039;m standing in front of the judge<br />Guess what?<br />He can never take me alive (no)<br />I&#039;m a ride (I&#039;m a ride)<br />And don&#039;t cry (don&#039;t cry)<br /><br />[Juelz Santana]<br />Poured off Bentley<br />Looking like steroids<br />Jetson car, I&#039;m looking like Elroy<br />Maserati lookin&#039; like a shark on land<br />Neiman Marcus edition, contraband<br />Neiman Marcus I&#039;m in it, shopping and<br />Five thousand spent on pants, man (man)<br />Bitches love it, niggas want it<br />So bad they wanna take it, but I kill &#039;em for it (huh)<br />Believe me, I&#039;m like a bear that ain&#039;t get his porridge<br />You better stay out the forest, warning<br />It&#039;s Santana he fucks,<br />Money man, make you do a handstand for the bucks<br />I see you clear, my antennas is up<br />And that hand-scale is still in my pocket<br />What you want? (What you want?)<br />Dough boys in the trap, where ya at? (where ya at?)<br />Coke dealer&#039;s in the hood, what&#039;s good? (what&#039;s good?)<br />Boy getting them bricks with the stamp on the shit<br />Well come meet the man that&#039;s stamping them bricks (us)<br />Fly wit&#039; the Byrds, or lie wit&#039; the dirt<br />Your corpse, flies will emerge<br /><br />[Chorus]<br /><br />[Jim Jones]<br />They say your enemies is close, your friends even closer<br />Listening to &#039;Pac up ten in the roaster (speeding)<br />Now, do you wanna ride or die?<br />Blowin&#039; smoke in the air, getting high as the sky (that purple)<br />I&#039;m drunk staring B<br />I need therapy<br />The paranoia got me thinking conspiracy<br />Paper on the brain, the brain on the yayo<br />I make it off the plane I&#039;m a land to a payroll<br />My right hand to God, put my right hand in the jar (that mixture)<br />And it all come back, like grams of the hard<br />You heard of us, the murders, the most shady (DipSet)<br />Been on the low lately, the Feds hate me (Jones)<br />They try to put cuffs on me and my assailants<br />When I push fees through the streets, they be tailing (speeding)<br />They try to catch me out of bounds<br />They know I got pistols if you catch me outta town (loaded)<br />A thug changes, and love changes<br />And since 9/11, the price of the drugs changes<br /><br />[Chorus]<br />