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[Mike
Mike Jones, back on the track
I pack a gat, I'm in the 'lac
I a track, title wack
To make sho' my stack
If I don't grind, then I don't
If I don't shine, I get behind
I hit the block, a knot
And shake the spot for one
I keep my on the lo-lo
'Cause snitch and tell the po-po
I ride solo in my
Caren colored Volvo
I the mic everywhere I go
My name heard 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 feature on a
Hit

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

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

I'ma hood doctor, hit foot and grab jerseys
a flow and make hoe's say "Have Mercy"
Like jessie, my trunk is messy
From throwin' haters in it, I'm in a tinted
My rims spinnin', when I stop they do the
Whip is little, candy look like little skittles
I'm in Dallas on 635
I get brain 6:30 til 6:35
Make them hoes
New 4's
them hoes hop inside, and expose those thighs
After I nut like fuck them boppers
Pull-up, new Maybach truck on
Glad that I made it, it's never been fun of the
'Cause these chips on my shoulders ain't or Ruffles
Nigga, it's Magno, Jones, Tum-T, Fat B
Fuck it man Team Part 3