Uptown (feat. Styles P, Rex) - Jim Jones

I'm lightin up for all the ones that didn't make it Pourin liquor out my cup I hold you sacred Most my homies in the grave or doing state bids I'm feeling lost but they keep telling me I made it I'm lightin up for all the ones that didn't make it Pourin liquor out my cup I hold you sacred Most my homies in the grave or doing state bids I'm feeling lost but they keep telling me I made it Since they mournin clip your wings don't wanna see you fly They wanna take your drive from you like a DUI But we live like sky's the limit till we meet the sky I pray dem angels will protect me if dem demons slide California dreaming and its being beats Pistol under the pillow for the B and Es You know we move them supplements like GNC Model bitch gimme brain like she got 3 degrees Chain cold this shit like 3 degrees Told my youngins if they clip and slide you don't need degrees And my gang know I got em till eternity School of hard knocks only killers in my fraternity Can't understand how y'all be out here with no urgency I got a good heart but life put out the worst for me Underdog said I wouldn't make it took it personally Time to move forward ain't no cursin me, Blanco I'm lightin up for all the ones that didn't make it Pourin liquor out my cup I hold you sacred Most my homies in the grave or doing state bids I'm feeling lost but they keep telling me I made it I'm lightin up for all the ones that didn't make it Pourin liquor out my cup I hold you sacred Most my homies in the grave or doing state bids I'm feeling lost but they keep telling me I made it Pour a lil bark out or some dark out No longer running with the narcs out Feeling lost like the handler Lost a lot of homies asking God what he plan for us I know tonight could be the last one Two of em in the whip it's a fast one Gotta know where to go when the cash come Gotta know how to act when the flash come Now that's a picture or gunshot I ain't got to picture a gunshot That is really unfortunate but I know the streets figured how to be a boss in it I'm feeling lost but they said I made it They say I'm shining but I'm feeling jaded They say I'm lit but I'm feeling faded So now I meditate on the shit to say I'm lightin up for all the ones that didn't make it Pourin liquor out my cup I hold you sacred Most my homies in the grave or doing state bids I'm feeling lost but they keep telling me I made it I'm lightin up for all the ones that didn't make it Pourin liquor out my cup I hold you sacred Most my homies in the grave or doing state bids I'm feeling lost but they keep telling me I made it

T-PAIN: Yea man, ill sm0ke wit chu y0u kn0w what im sayin? Im sayin it aint nuttin y0u kn0w what im sayin it aint shit t0 me Y0u kn0w what im sayin its just like i d0nt wanna be gettin high cause that shit be lookin like it be havin niggaz y0u kn0w what im sayin hahah d0nt believe in all that haahahaaha ha yawp Naw man i think its gettin tired th0 man n0 j0ke ferreal Watchu g0t a swisha? 0r thats a philly 0r what? Oh thats a swisha ok i mean u kn0w niggas rappin ab0ut swishaz and shit d0nt believe in all that ahahaha Cha-cha-cha-cha-cha-chaall hahahaha U kn0w what im saying? I hit it man roll it Oh u g0t 0ne? Alrite man lemme hit that shit : Verse 1: Y0u can KNOCK 0n my d0or But aint n0b0dy h0me I might be there But im GONE cause im stuck 0ff a Zone Im Half baked like the Guy 0n the c0uch I d0nt get high i'm my gr0uch S0 i puff 0n my line and be 0ut I call my roll d0gg pick me up Wit weed lets hit the r0ad dawg Y0u blew wit the h0od rat The FUCK u break the c0de f0!? G0d damn i think that im high Too much haze But i see my gh0st pass within the blink 0f a eye And them ghett0 niggaz kn0w h0w it feel I sm0ke m0re than a building 0n fire Roll m0re than the wheel I get stuck like a car in the mudd And bl0w my green down And call my nigga T PAIN to borrow us s0me buddz And CHOKE till i think imma cry 0h i think imma die Naw dawg i just think that im High : T-PAIN: Shhhhh, see i aint never sm0ke bef0re S0 imma take tw0 hits and imma ** blo0ooww * my mind AWAY I never th0ught id be gettin High t0daaaayyyyy(HEY) N0w its 0n me again S0 i take an0ther pull (w0o0o0o) We in the caddilac, fl0atin like the 0cean Suddenly everything was m0vin in sl0w m0ti0n : CH0rus: S0 i take an0ther hit And try t0 RELAX Im beatin 0n my chest CJ beatin 0n my back S0meb0dy help me i think im ab0ut t0 die But i g0t it I g0t it WHOA S0 i pass the blunt and it came right back t0 me But i kn0w dat this sm0ke is still runnin thr0ugh me I d0nt think imma ever 0pen my eyes My h0meb0i said WWHHHYYYYY? And i said cause im hiiuhhiiiiuhhiuuhhhiiiiiii Dawg i think that im hiiuhhiiiiuhhiuuhhhiiiiiii Dawg i feel like im hiiuhhiiiiuhhiuuhhhiiiiiii I really think that im hiiuhhiiiiuhhiuuhhhiiiiiii DAMN! please stop by the store Cause my... Mouth dry and i done ran out of ports (O0 dem lil debbies got me licken my chops But i just want a drink and newport shorts in the box Maybe a Swisher King or three I seen fine behind i want to hang with me Long as i bring the weed I said cool ima ride on throoo 30 minuts later we was gettin high in the room : CH0rus: And then i take an0ther hit And try t0 RELAX Im beatin 0n my chest This gurl is beatin 0n my back S0meb0dy help me i think im ab0ut t0 die But i g0t it Dont touch me I g0t it WHOA I pass the blunt and it came right back t0 me But i kn0w dat this sm0ke is still runnin thr0ugh me I d0nt think imma ever 0pen my eyes My h0me9uRl said WWHHHYYYYY? And i said that im hiiuhhiiiiuhhiuuhhhiiiiiii Dawg i think that im hiiuhhiiiiuhhiuuhhhiiiiiii Dawg i really feel like im hiiuhhiiiiuhhiuuhhhiiiiiii I probly cant sing cause im hhhhhiiiiiuhhhuuiggghhhii

Over and over I done told ya, boy I'm a G-Unit motherfucking soldier, boy And when you gon' get it in your brain? The gate's wide open and the dogs off the chain I be that youngin with that gun that's tellin' ya stop frontin' I be that youngin on the run after I pop somethin' In the Bible I read death is of the tongue And if you talk about death enough death is gon' come Jay taught me how to flow, they shot him in the head Randy ass was there, now he runnin' scared Some say I'm gangsta, some say I'm crazy If you axe me I'll say I'm what the hood made me Now I can stunt till my ass dead broke like JD Or put a hundred grand on every nigga head that play me See I'm cool with them Haitian mob niggas They say "Sak pase Nap boule" and rob niggas The media be tryin' to make a nigga look bad, what's up with that? See my flick next to Preme, Papi and Cat And Montana, I kill 'em with the grammar I enhanced in the slammer after bangin' them hammers X, what up? (Aight) You don't live that, you shouldn't say that 'Cause what come out your mouth'll get you shot down Throwin' your money around and we don't play that Getting in our line'll get you shot down We know where you hang, we know where you stay at That bullshit you on'll get you shot down Here's a few cliques that you shouldn't play with G-Unit, Ruff Ryders'll get you shot down Hey, yo, fuck y'all niggas talkin' 'bout, think you playin' with? Double R, G-Unit, the same old shit Put the faggots in the ring, watch 'em all quit All y'all niggas is pussy, suck my dick Ain't nothin' but a handful of man still standin' I remember 50 in a cypher when Onyx was "Slammin" Now we meet again, it's all good, my nigga Back to the street again, it's all hood, my nigga Knock on wood, my nigga, we both walk the dog We ain't get to where we at by luck, shit was hard But once we got through the trials it's all smiles Till a big type nigga all of a sudden get wild Now why you gotsta go and take me back to where I came from? I'ma make you remember where you know my name from 45th Street, and blaow-blaow Ave I done ran through your crew and only let off half, nigga You don't live that, you shouldn't say that 'Cause what come out your mouth'll get you shot down Throwin' your money around and we don't play that Getting in our line'll get you shot down We know where you hang, we know where you stay at That bullshit you on'll get you shot down Here's a few cliques that you shouldn't play with G-Unit, Ruff Ryders'll get you shot down If your head ain't off of your shoulders You ain't get shot, you got nicked nigga (Just nicked) 'Cause if my chrome hit a piece of your bone It's gon' do more than chip, nigga (A lot more than that) Yeah, what the fuck is the problem? The Porsche is red, the buckets is army 30 shot handguns, the gutter is starvin' Niggas like me might rush your apartment Bloodstains'll fuck up your carpet, brain on the window I smell murder every time that the wind blow Tie him to the chair and then knock out his chinbone I don't want the throne or the crown, I ain't sell enough You can have the jail or the ground, you ain't in hell enough I'm the one that flood the gutters Better tap your man and let him know P'll love to cut his And niggas is getting' shot down, two guns up Double R, S.P., holdin' D Block down You don't live that, you shouldn't say that 'Cause what come out your mouth'll get you shot down Throwin' your money around and we don't play that Getting in our line'll get you shot down We know where you hang, we know where you stay at That bullshit you on'll get you shot down Here's a few cliques that you shouldn't play with G-Unit, Ruff Ryders'll get you shot down

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

(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.)