Jim Jones, Juelz Santana - Emotionless lyrics
[Jim Jones, Juelz Santana - Emotionless lyrics]
Lemme two-twelve wit' you for second
Holla at you true story
Cold sweats
(Sweaty sheets) from bad dreams (Nightmares)
I hope the Feds don't grab the team
(Life, years)
'Cause we been labeled as the trouble makers
(Dipset) we sell whole pies so you ain't
Got to cut the cake up (Perico)
Tell no lies so the Lord come and take us
(Solemnly swear)
Praise to Allah, hope the Lord, He forsake us
(Pray for me) and outlaws is what it made us
We live the fast life until we ball out major
(Ballin') until I see a ribbon in the sky
Cop plush cars and put ribbons on the ride
(Full speed ahead)
And due to my political ties
I can't roll around without the
Grip in the ride (East side)
And if my gun boys ain't heard of ya
(Uh, huh) you're lightweight
I'll get the young boys to murder ya
(Flatline)
You're looking at a cracker's worst nightmare
(Jones) young, black
Rich and with a fresh pair of Nike Airs
(ByrdGang) bro, you talk about my life here
Fuck wit OGs that put dice in the mirror
(I'm triple-O, nigga)
And they tell me that life's but a gamble
(Right) the media'll turn your whole
Life into a scandal
Put my emotions aside (Why?)
'Cause they can never take me alive (No)
I'ma ride
(I'ma ride) and don't cry (I don't cry)
'Cause mama raised her up a thug (I'm a thug)
And if I'm standing in front of the judge
(Then guess what?)
He can never take me alive (No) i'ma ride
(I'm a ride) and don't cry (I don't cry)
'Cause mama raised her up a thug (I'm a thug)
And if I'm standing in front of the judge
Four door Bentley looking like steroids
(What?)
Jetson car, I'm looking like Elroy (Haha)
Maserati lookin' like a shark on land (Yup)
Neiman Marcus edition, contraband
Neiman Marcus I'm in it, shopping and (And)
Five thousand spent on pants, man (Man)
Bitches love it, niggas want it
So bad they wanna take it, but
I kill 'em for it, huh
Believe it
I'm like a bear that ain't get his porridge
(Yup)
You better stay out the forest, warning
(yeah) it's Santana, you fucks
Money man
Make you do a handstand for the bucks
(Upside down)
I see you clear, my antennas is up
And that hand-scale is still in my pocket
What you want? (What you want?)
Dope boys in the trap, where ya at?
(Where ya at?)
And coke dealers in the hood, what's good?
(Good) boys getting them bricks with the
Stamp on the shit (Well)
Then come meet the men
That's stamping them bricks (Us)
It's fly with the Byrds or lie wit' the dirt
(Dirt) your corpse, flies will emerge
Put my emotions aside (Why?)
'Cause they can never take me alive (No)
I'ma ride
(I'ma ride) and don't cry (I don't cry)
'Cause mama raised her up a thug (I'm a thug)
And if I'm standing in front of the judge
(Then guess what?)
He can never take me alive (No) i'ma ride
(I'm a ride) and don't cry (I don't cry)
'Cause mama raised her up a thug (I'm a thug)
And if I'm standing in front of the judge
They say your enemies close
And friends even closer (That's love)
Listening to 'Pac up ten in the roaster
(Speeding) now, do you wanna ride or die?
(La-li la, la la la, la la)
Blowin' smoke in the air
Getting high as the sky (That purple)
I'm drunk-steerin', B
(Swervin') , I need therapy (Save me)
The paranoia got me thinking conspiracy
(Watchin') paper on the brain
(Right) the brain on the yayo (Cakin')
I make it off the plane
I'ma land to a payroll (Gettin' money)
My right hand to God
Put my right hand in the jar (That mixture)
And it all come back white grams of the hard
You heard of us, the murders, the most shady
(Dipset)
Been on the low lately, the Feds hate me
(Jones)
They try to put cuffs on me and my assailants
And when I push Vs through
The streets they be tailing (Speeding)
They try and catch me out of bounds (What?)
They know I got pistols if you
Catch me out of town (Loaded)
A thug changes and love changes and since 9
11, the price of the drugs changes (Change)
Put my emotions aside (Why?)
'Cause they can never take me alive (No)
I'ma ride
(I'ma ride) and don't cry (I don't cry)
'Cause mama raised her up a thug (I'm a thug)
And if I'm standing in front of the judge
(Then guess what?)
He can never take me alive (No) i'ma ride
(I'm a ride) and don't cry (I don't cry)
'Cause mama raised her up a thug (I'm a thug)
And if I'm standing in front of the judge
Holla at you true story
Cold sweats
(Sweaty sheets) from bad dreams (Nightmares)
I hope the Feds don't grab the team
(Life, years)
'Cause we been labeled as the trouble makers
(Dipset) we sell whole pies so you ain't
Got to cut the cake up (Perico)
Tell no lies so the Lord come and take us
(Solemnly swear)
Praise to Allah, hope the Lord, He forsake us
(Pray for me) and outlaws is what it made us
We live the fast life until we ball out major
(Ballin') until I see a ribbon in the sky
Cop plush cars and put ribbons on the ride
(Full speed ahead)
And due to my political ties
I can't roll around without the
Grip in the ride (East side)
And if my gun boys ain't heard of ya
(Uh, huh) you're lightweight
I'll get the young boys to murder ya
(Flatline)
You're looking at a cracker's worst nightmare
(Jones) young, black
Rich and with a fresh pair of Nike Airs
(ByrdGang) bro, you talk about my life here
Fuck wit OGs that put dice in the mirror
(I'm triple-O, nigga)
And they tell me that life's but a gamble
(Right) the media'll turn your whole
Life into a scandal
Put my emotions aside (Why?)
'Cause they can never take me alive (No)
I'ma ride
(I'ma ride) and don't cry (I don't cry)
'Cause mama raised her up a thug (I'm a thug)
And if I'm standing in front of the judge
(Then guess what?)
He can never take me alive (No) i'ma ride
(I'm a ride) and don't cry (I don't cry)
'Cause mama raised her up a thug (I'm a thug)
And if I'm standing in front of the judge
Four door Bentley looking like steroids
(What?)
Jetson car, I'm looking like Elroy (Haha)
Maserati lookin' like a shark on land (Yup)
Neiman Marcus edition, contraband
Neiman Marcus I'm in it, shopping and (And)
Five thousand spent on pants, man (Man)
Bitches love it, niggas want it
So bad they wanna take it, but
I kill 'em for it, huh
Believe it
I'm like a bear that ain't get his porridge
(Yup)
You better stay out the forest, warning
(yeah) it's Santana, you fucks
Money man
Make you do a handstand for the bucks
(Upside down)
I see you clear, my antennas is up
And that hand-scale is still in my pocket
What you want? (What you want?)
Dope boys in the trap, where ya at?
(Where ya at?)
And coke dealers in the hood, what's good?
(Good) boys getting them bricks with the
Stamp on the shit (Well)
Then come meet the men
That's stamping them bricks (Us)
It's fly with the Byrds or lie wit' the dirt
(Dirt) your corpse, flies will emerge
Put my emotions aside (Why?)
'Cause they can never take me alive (No)
I'ma ride
(I'ma ride) and don't cry (I don't cry)
'Cause mama raised her up a thug (I'm a thug)
And if I'm standing in front of the judge
(Then guess what?)
He can never take me alive (No) i'ma ride
(I'm a ride) and don't cry (I don't cry)
'Cause mama raised her up a thug (I'm a thug)
And if I'm standing in front of the judge
They say your enemies close
And friends even closer (That's love)
Listening to 'Pac up ten in the roaster
(Speeding) now, do you wanna ride or die?
(La-li la, la la la, la la)
Blowin' smoke in the air
Getting high as the sky (That purple)
I'm drunk-steerin', B
(Swervin') , I need therapy (Save me)
The paranoia got me thinking conspiracy
(Watchin') paper on the brain
(Right) the brain on the yayo (Cakin')
I make it off the plane
I'ma land to a payroll (Gettin' money)
My right hand to God
Put my right hand in the jar (That mixture)
And it all come back white grams of the hard
You heard of us, the murders, the most shady
(Dipset)
Been on the low lately, the Feds hate me
(Jones)
They try to put cuffs on me and my assailants
And when I push Vs through
The streets they be tailing (Speeding)
They try and catch me out of bounds (What?)
They know I got pistols if you
Catch me out of town (Loaded)
A thug changes and love changes and since 9
11, the price of the drugs changes (Change)
Put my emotions aside (Why?)
'Cause they can never take me alive (No)
I'ma ride
(I'ma ride) and don't cry (I don't cry)
'Cause mama raised her up a thug (I'm a thug)
And if I'm standing in front of the judge
(Then guess what?)
He can never take me alive (No) i'ma ride
(I'm a ride) and don't cry (I don't cry)
'Cause mama raised her up a thug (I'm a thug)
And if I'm standing in front of the judge
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