All I Do (feat. Yo Gotti & Big Tyme) - Jim Jones

A lot of niggas sayin' that they are the realest But if ya are the realest, who the hell am I? Hear these niggas out here talkin' like they killers The same ones who scared to put that on they life I ain't tryna impress nobody I ain't tryna stress nobody I hear these niggas out here sayin' they the realest But if ya are the realest, who the hell am I? You the type to count a nigga pockets You the type that can't keep his word I'm the type to go smoke a blunt And if I'm high enough I might sip the syrup You ain't reall who ya say ya is Livin' life with that mask on when them hunger pains I'll have a savage nigga runnin' in yo shit With no mast on, and I'm past gone Not fearin' nobody from God, I speak this shit from my heart Bitches and money tear niggas apart I been this way from the start Long road but I learned quick Ya the type to always run yo mouth Always talk about it but neva earn shit I'm on my bridge, neva burn shit Next to Diddy Kenny Burns shit If ya don't know ya betta learn quick I hold my hundreds with a firm grip Always busy like the West End Word out I'm the best in Made the money counter my best friend A lot of niggas sayin' that they are the realest But if ya are the realest, who the hell am I? Hear these niggas out here talkin' like they killers The same ones who scared to put that on they life I ain't tryna impress nobody I ain't tryna stress nobody I hear these niggas out here sayin' they the realest But if ya are the realest, who the hell am I? I'm just gon' ride for my niggas I'm down to die for my niggas Put my niggas on game, how to cut up These millions, anybody a hitta Give them a mission and pistol Becos' ya come up and holla That don't make ya my nigga How many niggas ya owe, how many niggas ya know That was like bruva befo' then fell out 'bout a ho If I knew my nigga was gettin' high Then he couldn't buy it from me Ya my lil nigga, lil nigga money no value to me I took lil Keion out the hood and changed his life for real Ask him when ya can post up on this hill and go to Beverly Hills It's on ya if ya ain't 'bout that action, then why the fuck ya lie? If ya the realest nigga, then who the fuck am I? A lot of niggas sayin' that they are the realest But if ya are the realest, who the hell am I? Hear these niggas out here talkin' like they killers The same ones who scared to put that on they life I ain't tryna impress nobody I ain't tryna stress nobody I hear these niggas out here sayin' they the realest But if ya are the realest, who the hell am I? I'm the type to put my niggas on I'm the type that want to see ya rich Ya the type to go blow yo check Just for Instagram and a sneaky bitch I'm the type to pull of the lot Then look at yo then say ya can too I can't wait for my nigga Bo To bust down that block in a two door coupe They go twelve higher than I eva been Mambo hide that scale Bitch I been a heavyweight Ya niggas too frail Ya might break my heart But ya can't break this truth I tell Real niggas do cry too When my album drop I hope ya buy two When it's all done I'ma die true I said real niggas do try to Hella naked bitches playin' Taboo Done turned the mansion to a damn zoo A lot of niggas sayin' that they are the realest But if ya are the realest, who the hell am I? Hear these niggas out here talkin' like they killers The same ones who scared to put that on they life I ain't tryna impress nobody I ain't tryna stress nobody I hear these niggas out here sayin' they the realest But if ya are the realest, who the hell am I?

Perignon Gotti! What up to the hood, niggas got love for me All my bad bitches, man they got love for me One time for the squad cause they got love for me Get the fuck up out my face if it's not love for me Lil Bitch, lil nigga Lil Bitch, lil nigga Man I done came a long way I done came a long, long, long way Tile floor, lookin' down, that shit a long way I done came a long, long, long way A long, long, long, long, long, long way All my hoes fuck with me the long way Made it to the top, made it to the top Hell yeah, we done took the long way The long, long, long (Long, long, long way) I'mma get at the writer the wrong way (Wrong way, hell yea we done came a long way) Hell yea, we done came a long, long, long way Lil bitch, lil nigga Lil bitch, lil nigga Yo Gotti] What up to the hood, niggas got love for me Free Bobby Schmurda, tell him fuck the judge for me Got it Montana, nigga All I havin' is my balls and my words, so salute the plug for me All the hustle been a long time I used to freestyle in the lunch line Now three bricks for a punchline So I ain't freestyled in a long time Long, long, long, long, long, long way Fast money always come the wrong way Guess I'mma live the wrong way I'm head first on a one way Million dollars dreams been formulated Took my dogs out the trap, now they all incorporated Niggas waitin' on that new shit, they've been long awaited If my life was a movie, fuckin' Scarface it Lights, camera, action, shooters with me all day I can't even let my bitch fuck with me the long way Gotta feed the streets, I never leave 'em hungry Shoutout to the streets cause they fuck with me the long way Long, long, long way Man I done came a long way I done came a long, long, long way Tile floor, lookin' down, that shit a long way I done came a long, long, long way A long, long, long, long, long, long way All my hoes fuck with me the long way Made it to the top, made it to the top Hell yeah, we done took the long way The long, long, long (Long, long, long way) I'mma get at the writer the wrong way (Wrong way, hell yea we done came a long way) Hell yea, we done came a long, long, long way Lil bitch, lil nigga Lil bitch, lil nigga Fuck with me the long way Bitch treat me, I'mma leave her with the long face Born good with the bad like Coldplay Legend in the hood, boy I coulda caught a gold case Money so long, it don't fold up Bad weather in the hood, I got it snowed up Bad bitches in my section, I tell 'em hold up If you ain't real, shawty gotta get the fuck up Can't tell me nothin' holmes I come from project homes Money got hella long And I put my whole project on Thousand dollars just for one shoe Killin' haters when I come through I done been broke, got rich Went broke, stayed rich That's what real niggas go through And I done came a long way I done came a long, long, long way Back in the day I had ratchets Now I only fuck with Beyonces Man I done came a long way I done came a long, long, long way Tile floor, lookin' down, that shit a long way I done came a long, long, long way A long, long, long, long, long, long way All my hoes fuck with me the long way Made it to the top, made it to the top Hell yeah, we done took the long way The long, long, long (Long, long, long way) I'mma get at the writer the wrong way (Wrong way, hell yea we done came a long way) Hell yea, we done came a long, long, long way Lil bitch, lil nigga Lil bitch, lil nigga What up to the hood, niggas got love for me All my bad bitches, man they got love for me One time for the squad cause they got love for me Get the fuck up out my face if it's not love for me Lil Bitch, lil nigga Lil Bitch, lil nigga

(Rhythm is both the song's manacle and it's demonic charge. It is the original breath, it is the whisper of unremitting demand. "What do you still want of me?", says the singer. "What do you think you can still draw from my lips?" Exact presence that no fantasy can represent. Purveyor of the oldest secret, alive with the blood that boils again, and is pulsing where the rhythm is torn apart. How your singer's blood is incensed at the depth of sound. Lacerations echo in the mouth's open erotic sky where dance together the lost frenzies of rhythm and an imploring immobility. Ladies and gentlemen, Miss Grace Jones. Jones the Rhythm.) Slave! Slave to the rhythm Dance to the rhythm Axe to wood in ancient times Man machine, production line The fire burns, with heartbeats strong Sing out loud, the chain gang song Never stop the action Keep it up, keep it up Never stop the action Keep it up, keep it up Slave to the rhythm Dance to the rhythm, The rhythm... master... master... Never stop the action, keep it up Never stop the action Keep it up, keep it up. Slave to the rhythm, work to the rhythm, Dance to the rhythm, live to the rhythm. Slave to the rhythm, Dance to the rhythm, live to the rhythm, Slave to the rhythm, work... to the rhythm, To the rhythm, work to the rhythm, to the rhythm. Slave, slave, To the rhythm, to the rhythm, to the rhythm. (Grace) Oh that's weird... (Grace Jones, welcome) Thank you Paul. And if you're wondering what's wrong with my voice, I just choked on my saliva. So... (Now obviously you're in the Bond movie.)

You can ride all day long Another Myke Diesel production (Mike Jones) But you'll never catch Mr. Jones He's got a gang that's far too strong (Ice Age, Ice Age, Ice Age) Your friends know it, that's why you're all alone Chasing a man you can't see (Mike Jones) So just walk away and let him be He's got a shotgun so go back home (Who? Mike Jones Who? Mike Jones) 'Cause you'll never get Mr. Jones (Mike Jones, Mike Jones) I'm back, my music tracks about to sell another mil' My pants stay saggin' from them hundred dollar bills These haters hate but they don't really wanna see the steel These haters hate but they don't really wanna see the steel Had a million in my bank before Asylum bought the deal Had a million in my bank before Asylum bought the deal Before I came I just say the streets wouldn't feel The - that I'm spittin', the - that's real But now I'm like Melo, I'm the king of the hill American dream, I'm livin' that for real Eleven cars later - tell me how you feel Took the diamonds off my teeth And put 'em on my Phantom grill (smile, ha ha) You can ride all day long (Mike Jones) But you'll never catch Mr. Jones He's got a gang that's far too strong (Ice Age, Ice Age, Ice Age) Your friends know it, that's why you're all alone Chasing a man you can't see (Mike Jones) So just walk away and let him be He's got a shotgun so go back home (Who? Mike Jones Who? Mike Jones) 'Cause you'll never get Mr. Jones (Mike Jones, Mike Jones) I used to get dissed by the chicks in the club Now they want to rub my belly, wanna show your boy some love They see me iced up, they be like, "What's up?" Try to jack me if you wanna, I'ma leave you - up Used to roll hatchback, now I'm Cadillac and Benz Used to roll hatchback, now I'm Cadillac and Benz I used to have homies, now I'm like, "- friends" 'Cause even back then all they did was pretend Now I got my own label Ice Age and I'm boss I'm the mayor of this town with the key to that vault All my cars black on black except the one with thick gloss Got another white on white I call that - rick Rick Ross (Ross) You can ride all day long (Mike Jones) But you'll never catch Mr. Jones He's got a gang that's far too strong (Ice Age, Ice Age, Ice Age) Your friends know it, that's why you're all alone (hahahahahaha) Chasing a man you can't see (you can't see me, baby) So just walk away, and let him be He's got a shotgun so go back home (Who? Mike Jones Who? Mike Jones) 'Cause you'll never get Mr. Jones (Mike Jones, Mike Jones) Hey Now make it rain Hey Now make it rain Hey Now make it rain American Dream, album and movie on the way, baby