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[Mike
Mike Jones, back on the track
I a gat, when I'm in the 'lac
I wreck a track, wack
To sho' my paper stack
If I don't grind, then I don't
If I don't shine, I get left
I hit the block, a knot
And shake the for one time
I keep my on the lo-lo
'Cause snitch and tell the po-po
I ride in my 4-do
colored coated Volvo
I the mic everywhere I go
My heard everywhere I go
You tryed to deny but I know you
You to deny but I know you know
If you wanna get me for a
Or get me to feature on a
Hit
If you wanna get me for a
Or get me to on a flow
Hit

Swang the Pacific in the DSR
I flip a lil, see stacks and c-notes
So I'm puttin' diamonds all in ya
Put on ya shades, VVS's gone glare in ya
I rock the mic but I on tools
I eat at places they call me Mizzu
Sit at the table read the menu
Stop the beat, look out the window, watch the rims
Tony Montana style, a slit in my brows
See big rocks on the watch, five thou
Call me Tum-T, I'm big with the rocks
Look at the ear, at the grill, look at the necks, look at the watch
Tum-T, boss, O.G. out the 3
You would think I was how the screens Rain On Me
Yeah!, Magnificent on the Mike like I was Jones
You lookin' at royalty bitch, go and me to the throne

Wall]
When you see me on the block, I'm on my (I'm on my grind)
And when I'm off in the trap it's hustle time (It's hustle time)
I'm bout my paper, bout my cash, I'm bout that (Bout that green)
I never roll, soldier, I'll take one for the team
Paul Wall, Swishahouse, bout cash
Gotta get up off my ass, cause time fast
Opportunities past but I'm the same ol' G (Same ol' G)
and white-t's, I'm still the same ol' me (Same ol' me)
you see me at the club, I'm at the bar (I'm at the bar)
And if a gal all in my mix she a star (She a star)
face, slim waste, with a coca-cola shape
but she don't want me, she boppin' off my car (Off my car)
player, I'ma hustler, I'ma mac (I'ma mac)
Candy paint, swangas on the (The cadillac)
Paint drippin' kinda damp, Paul Wall the people's
I wonder what them think about that ('Bout that)

I'ma hood doctor, hit foot locker and grab
Bust a and make hoe's say "Have Mercy"
uncle jessie, my trunk is messy
From throwin' haters in it, I'm in a Navigator
My rims spinnin', when I they do the wiggle-wiggle
Whip is little, candy paint look like little
I'm in Dallas on 635
I get brain from til 6:35
Make them hoes
New 4's
them hoes hop inside, and expose those thighs
After I nut it's fuck them boppers
Pull-up, new Maybach truck on
Glad I made it, it's never been fun of the struggle
'Cause chips on my shoulders ain't Funyons or Ruffles
Nigga, Magno, Mike Jones, Tum-T, Fat B
Fuck it man Team Part 3