Jim Jones, Max B - Intro lyrics

Come on, come on come on give me that double
Give me that double, give it to me
You never knew what it took to get here
They say life don't stop for no one
So I'm going back in my people
This what ya'll wanted right? You
Said you wanted the truth
So I solemnly swear
That the truth be told I'm thuggin
To the day I die
It's Dipset, it's more than just music now
It's a way of life
It's more than the 200 hundred years
Of blood sweat and tears
Ho stand me? For all my ballers
My day crawlers it's bigger than Nino Brown

Take a walk, let's slide
Take a journey with ya' boy and let's ride
You don't even need a seat belt homie
Cause where I'm bout to take you


You don't need nothin' homie
And I don't need nothin' on me
But a bottle purple juice and
My weed smoke homie
I just need you in the zone
Take ya' holster off and make yaself at home

It must of been a obsession
Had to make it large (Dreams)
Started my progression
I'd stay stayed with the huds (Down South)
Now it's private jets
Smokin' haze what the stars (G4)
Quarter mill write the check is
How we for the car (What's The Price?)
Switchin' lanes up 7th
Are we racin' the cars (Harlem)
But the boys still stressin'
I'm facin' the charge (Yay-Ya Be Trippin')
Still prayin' to God, Cause
Lifes not promised, not even manana
(Fuck tomorrow)
Remember movin' bricks, paranoid bout ehanas
Or even at the club
An them boys and then behind us
I'm chasin' death, gettin' closer to 30
(Gettin Older)
Sunny outside, but the work is dirty
Days out, Harlem nights, over in Jersey
In my rare view goin' home
Cause the vultures is thirsty (I See Em)
Pull that doubt you won't catch me in traffic
Dark tints on the V, when
I lack it's the ratchet, bastidd

Take a walk, let's slide
Take a journey with ya' boy and let's ride
You don't even need a seat belt homie
Cause where I'm bout to take you
You don't need nothin' homie
And I don't need nothin' on me
But a bottle purple juice and
My weed smoke homie
I just need you in the zone
Take ya' holster off and make yaself at home

Now I'm the leader of the pack
Can't help to think back
How I was eager to sell crack
I thought it was the shit (Damn)
When they talk about my influence
I thought of uncle Ricky
(Uncle Ricky Wha's Good)
He used to call up on his flip
He start snortin' on his shit
The same life had me gas'd
When I bought my first vic
I was heavy on the gas
When I bought my first whip
I thought I was the shit
You couldn't tell me nothing i was 16
I told the teacha "You can feel me fuck em"
(Feel Me Nigga) just any suit's
Pullin' up to club in Beamer coups
Gettin' cash (Gettin' Cash)
We livin' fast (Fast)
Different women every night
Couple of bitches clashed (Fuck You Bitches)
I just laughed
(Ha ha ha ha ha ha, Now Listen)
I almost got wiped out on the wave
Thought 11 was tsunami
For the prices of the yay (Fuck The City Up)
The hustlas, they know the saga of the story
(I Know The Story) we live sucka free and
Show problems to authority

Take a walk, let's slide
Take a journey with ya' boy and let's ride
You don't even need a seat belt homie
Cause where I'm bout to take you
You don't need nothin' homie
And I don't need nothin' on me
But a bottle purple juice and
My weed smoke homie
I just need you in the zone
Take ya' holster off and make yaself at home

One two, Feds comin' for you
Three four, Betta' watch the law
Five six, If you start pumpin' bricks
Seven eight, hope it ain't heavy weight

Ferrari dreams
Feds spooked me in my nightmare
I tried to scream like Freddy
Kruegers' in my nightmare
(Livin' For The Fame)
So a nigga scared to go to sleep
Until the day break
I'm tearin' up the street
Porsche'n with the clutch
Ballin' like the play off's
Top goin' 40 on the floor, with the safe off
12 car convoyed a road full of race cars
Till' the pilot give me 5
Minutes before he take off (Roll Up)

Take a walk, let's slide
Take a journey with ya' boy and let's ride
You don't even need a seat belt homie
Cause where I'm bout to take you
You don't need nothin' homie
And I don't need nothin' on me
But a bottle purple juice and
My weed smoke homie
I just need you in the zone
Take ya' holster off and make yaself at home

That's my conclusion see it's the
Fast life we livin'
So I'm ah tell you, if you in the left lane
Keep going cause they right
On your heels nigga (Squalieee)
And if they catch you, that's your ass
And if you blink nigga
Your life could be over
(We Got No Time For Sleep)
I keep sayin' the rap game
Is like the crack game
Cause we could all end up dead or in jail
They got us under surveillance
And to all my niggas behind the g-wall
(My Soldiers)
Inhale, exhale shake your nuts if you have to
(East Side)
And all the political soldiers that
Ain't never comin' home (RIP Too)
To all my homies, East Side
While you in your cell, raise hell to this
(Roll Call) i do this for ya'll
(Dipset) i feel ya' pain (I'm
On The Same Route)
I know what it's like hittin' the streets
At ah early age to deal cocaine
(It's Ah Cold World)
Survival, It's all about the struggle
(We Gotta' Eat)
So I dedicate this to you (My Soldiers)
Keep your head up and your eyes open
Stay focused, It's us against them
I'd never let them take me alive
Take me alive

Take a journey with ya' boy, let's ride