Jim Jones - Only One Way Up (feat. Juelz Santana, Cam’ron) lyrics

We set them precedents
To get them presidents
Over the ones that are dead
We will put guns to your head
Put dots on your loaf like
You was wonder the bread
Zeek, Sheek, Hell Rell
And I got some in the Feds
I contradict what ever the government says
For them boys on my back wit
Them bugs by my bed
They still thinkin' that we
Coppin' sellin raw
Tryin' to put us through them
Ricos and them Rockefeller laws
I'm in LA the top down the pedals floored
Wit a hot stiletto whore
Suck my cock tell the law
And for you faggots I see
Past all your cheap stares
Nowadays I see my past from a beach chair


And the feeling's so relaxin'
Refreshin' and chillin'
A total change from movin' crack off
The steps of the buildings
Rollin wit gangs in the back of
The 'jects where the killin'
In Park Ave where young Chris body found
A number is all to add to task body count
Watch it boy they'll show you
How that shotty bounce, bounce, bounce

I'm the most incredible, to ever do
What you cats'll never do, or be able to
I'm ahead of you, cause I
Spit like I never ate
And if I did then I'm just never full
Stop the ho jokes, I'm not a homo
Better believe I'll cock the 4-4
I ain't Mexican, but I'll stretch your man
Yes I am a fuckin' vato loco
I went from the pot with cocoa
To the block with cocoa
To gettin' locked, catchin' a charge
Dealin' wit the cops and cocoa
Now I'm just hot like cocoa
You can catch me on the block, being watched
In a drop the same color as chocolate cocoa
I done walked in the street
With so much raw in my sneaks
God dam, got home and had corns on my feet
I see the lord when I sleep
And often he speaks
He says Juelz you better than
All of these creeps
So I got all my shit light
Got on my shit right
Not a lot of them's this nice
But the game's funny so I gotta do shit right
So to the ball drop, and the world blow up
I'm a twirl shit up
Until my peeps come home, Zeek come home
Better believe I'm a keep on beastin' on

Where should I begin? I'm pompous
A thousand wins accomplished
Known throughout the atlas
Honest spin a compass you'll be abolished
Men, children, women astonished
The Don is the one jewelry: way beyond this
Chunky blessed on the chest
Funky? Yes when I dress thunder storm, damn
Monkey wrench in the fresh
But I cope wit' the rain
Mad I can't float with my dames
Down to the coastal wit caine
Maine, my boat is a plane
I land on the water, here I go boastin' again
I keep toast, give a toast
Inhale smoke for the pain
Girls gone wild? Nope they goin' insane
All doped off the fame
Jump rope with my chain
Now that's off the chain
Ma take off your chain
The 40 will off your brain
Kids will be lost and claimed
Cause of Walton James, now in the orphan game
Whether adoption or foster it's all the same
Jim the rider of riders
JR the writer of writers
Juelz you know him well
Hell he the fire of fire
I'm the supplier, baffled? That's the hustler
Trife got a knife for that
Apple inside your jugular
The Big Apple, I tackle all the customers
Put it on the apple at the castle
Come and fuck with us
And further more, got the birds of raw
I deserve a tour
Hey, hey holla' back, swallow that
Thats murder whore
In a Persian turban, swervin'
That Suburban mergin', curvin'
Herb in the air yeah, yeah I'm hurtin y'all
See I crash and cop it, mash and mop it
Blast a rocket
Natural born hustler, yeah crack I stocked it
Now my drugs are legal
So just pass the profit
Three months alone Sizzurp will
Smash the 'Notic
We them B boys in one year a quarter billion
Here come the clothing line
I got your order children
And that's more than illin'
Long as the Lord is willin'
I'm a pour in millions, so applaud a villain
Killa