Jim Jones, Conway The Machine, Cam’ron, Benny the Butcher, Guordan - To Whom It May Concern lyrics
Conway the Machine [Demond Price] Buffalo, New York. U.S. 🇺🇸
Cam'ron [Cam'ron Giles] Manhattan, NY, U.S. 🇺🇸
Benny the Butcher [Jeremie Damon Pennick] Buffalo, New York, U.S. 🇺🇸
[Jim Jones, Conway The Machine, Cam’ron, Benny the Butcher, Guordan - To Whom It May Concern lyrics]
Heatmakerz crack Music uh, tuh
To whom it may concern
They gettin' money now
They want you to wait your turn
We all went out of town
Only a few may return
Get your money rest of the week
’cause on Tuesday they return
For this bread, i'm on my lawyer's head ’til
My new case is adjourned
Keep water on my neck for
Them blue faces I burned, uh
Yeah, and I be dripped up
In the latest threads
I used to sell that co-co like Jamaican bread
You can't sit up at the table
You ain't breakin' bread
All gold Rollie but the face is red
All my niggas got snatched up
'bout to face the feds
In cold sweats is how I wake in bed
You know I never wrote a rap still
You don't make these niggas sick
They never know you that ill
I just caught a case but they
Better know I pack still
Damn Miami, Club 11 with the MAC spilled
You know death before, shit
Death before they dishonor me
Shit, I pump raw in the poorest economies
I even flew the raw through economy
Shit, a couple boys tried to Harmon me, I
Still pray to the Lord, Deuteronomy
Shit, I'm with, uh, when the
Shit I'm with, uh, with my savage on
Stand tall and face all your fears
Hold your head and wipe all your tears
Many nights, will be nobody there
You gotta promise yourself you never give up
You gotta jump (You gotta jump)
You gotta jump (You gotta jump)
You gotta jump
Tell me what do you have left to lose?
Yeah, I wrote lines about pretty women
And crimes I really committed
Spendin’ my 30s gettin’ rich
I spent half my 20s in prison
Better late than never, dudes that was up
Them niggas finished
And after sellin' smack
I saw a hundred racks independent
They hit both back when I had
Two spots on the same street
It wasn’t addin' up
The plug got knocked in the same week
I would've opened up two more
Spots if I stayed free
If you can't give ’em to me five
At a time then I can't eat
Heard he shot his best friend for a bird
Check it a knock with his third weapon
Could pray for him
But he don't deserve heaven
I was used to fiends on the curb beggin'
Them ounces I serve reckless
This rap shit'll be my confirmed blessing
Let's go
My crib on the West Coast, we should start
What's in it? Cathedral ceilings, museum art
A couple girls doin' couples'
Yoga in leotards
I opened up the locks to the
Door 'cause the keys was off (That's a fact)
You know me?
Know where me and my mom was livin' at (40th)
In a warzone, nigga
Where all the hit's was at
Nigga pull the trigger right after
They give your nigga dap (What up?)
I been gone so long
It feel like y'all niggas forgettin' that
(True) ninety-ten on the bundle
What kind of shit is that? (Is that?)
Got the birds
I wasn't settling for chicken scraps (Nah)
Flippin' bricks way before the raps
You can get with this or
You can get with that
The real black sheep, kill 'em
Stand tall and face all your fears
Hold your head and wipe all your tears
Many nights, will be nobody there
You gotta promise yourself you never give up
You gotta jump (You gotta jump)
You gotta jump (You gotta jump)
You gotta jump
Tell me what do you have left to lose?
Yeah, we in the trenches with
The addicts and the hookers
When I ain't know how to whip it
Passed the spatula to my cooker
Gave the ratchet to my lookers
We robbin' drug dealers
Wavin' sticks, empty clips
We bring the malice to the pushers
The havoc to the trappers, got a package
Then we took it
Tell them rappers we got fully
Automatics if you push us
(We got them sticks, nigga)
And if you static
I'ma patch in with the Butcher far as rap
We made it hard for a faggot to overlook us
Yeah, went to my old block and
Parked the Masi' on it
Stick on the backseat case anybody want it
(What's the problem, nigga?)
Two thousand on my feet
That's just how I be on it
We don't respect your gun if
Ain't no body on it, huh
You see Conway performin'
Know a shotty on him
I still get a brick and do karate on it
These niggas hatin' but that's not important
I just hop in foreign (yeah)
Watches got forty pointers like I was Jordan
Machine
Stand tall and face all your fears
Hold your head and wipe all your tears
Many nights, will be nobody there
You gotta promise yourself you never give up
You gotta jump (You gotta jump)
You gotta jump (You gotta jump)
You gotta jump
Tell me what do you have left to lose?
To whom it may concern
They gettin' money now
They want you to wait your turn
We all went out of town
Only a few may return
Get your money rest of the week
’cause on Tuesday they return
For this bread, i'm on my lawyer's head ’til
My new case is adjourned
Keep water on my neck for
Them blue faces I burned, uh
Yeah, and I be dripped up
In the latest threads
I used to sell that co-co like Jamaican bread
You can't sit up at the table
You ain't breakin' bread
All gold Rollie but the face is red
All my niggas got snatched up
'bout to face the feds
In cold sweats is how I wake in bed
You know I never wrote a rap still
You don't make these niggas sick
They never know you that ill
I just caught a case but they
Better know I pack still
Damn Miami, Club 11 with the MAC spilled
You know death before, shit
Death before they dishonor me
Shit, I pump raw in the poorest economies
I even flew the raw through economy
Shit, a couple boys tried to Harmon me, I
Still pray to the Lord, Deuteronomy
Shit, I'm with, uh, when the
Shit I'm with, uh, with my savage on
Stand tall and face all your fears
Hold your head and wipe all your tears
Many nights, will be nobody there
You gotta promise yourself you never give up
You gotta jump (You gotta jump)
You gotta jump (You gotta jump)
You gotta jump
Tell me what do you have left to lose?
Yeah, I wrote lines about pretty women
And crimes I really committed
Spendin’ my 30s gettin’ rich
I spent half my 20s in prison
Better late than never, dudes that was up
Them niggas finished
And after sellin' smack
I saw a hundred racks independent
They hit both back when I had
Two spots on the same street
It wasn’t addin' up
The plug got knocked in the same week
I would've opened up two more
Spots if I stayed free
If you can't give ’em to me five
At a time then I can't eat
Heard he shot his best friend for a bird
Check it a knock with his third weapon
Could pray for him
But he don't deserve heaven
I was used to fiends on the curb beggin'
Them ounces I serve reckless
This rap shit'll be my confirmed blessing
Let's go
My crib on the West Coast, we should start
What's in it? Cathedral ceilings, museum art
A couple girls doin' couples'
Yoga in leotards
I opened up the locks to the
Door 'cause the keys was off (That's a fact)
You know me?
Know where me and my mom was livin' at (40th)
In a warzone, nigga
Where all the hit's was at
Nigga pull the trigger right after
They give your nigga dap (What up?)
I been gone so long
It feel like y'all niggas forgettin' that
(True) ninety-ten on the bundle
What kind of shit is that? (Is that?)
Got the birds
I wasn't settling for chicken scraps (Nah)
Flippin' bricks way before the raps
You can get with this or
You can get with that
The real black sheep, kill 'em
Stand tall and face all your fears
Hold your head and wipe all your tears
Many nights, will be nobody there
You gotta promise yourself you never give up
You gotta jump (You gotta jump)
You gotta jump (You gotta jump)
You gotta jump
Tell me what do you have left to lose?
Yeah, we in the trenches with
The addicts and the hookers
When I ain't know how to whip it
Passed the spatula to my cooker
Gave the ratchet to my lookers
We robbin' drug dealers
Wavin' sticks, empty clips
We bring the malice to the pushers
The havoc to the trappers, got a package
Then we took it
Tell them rappers we got fully
Automatics if you push us
(We got them sticks, nigga)
And if you static
I'ma patch in with the Butcher far as rap
We made it hard for a faggot to overlook us
Yeah, went to my old block and
Parked the Masi' on it
Stick on the backseat case anybody want it
(What's the problem, nigga?)
Two thousand on my feet
That's just how I be on it
We don't respect your gun if
Ain't no body on it, huh
You see Conway performin'
Know a shotty on him
I still get a brick and do karate on it
These niggas hatin' but that's not important
I just hop in foreign (yeah)
Watches got forty pointers like I was Jordan
Machine
Stand tall and face all your fears
Hold your head and wipe all your tears
Many nights, will be nobody there
You gotta promise yourself you never give up
You gotta jump (You gotta jump)
You gotta jump (You gotta jump)
You gotta jump
Tell me what do you have left to lose?