[Jim Jones]   My homey Cash, well he gone for five   Send my prayers, do your thing, I'll be going for mine   Shit, we live life to the fullest   Three hundred and sixty five nights on the strike, that's a bullet   Shit, and uncle Ricky got a month and some change   And it feels like the garbage truck just dumping the pain   All on my shoulders, I'm warning my soldiers   The nights could get chilly, but the morning's much colder   I've seen summers get cold   And niggaz do it up until the point they done and the fold   They can't succumb to the cold   Those of frostbitten, up north sitting, just like some fucking lost kittens   They get locked up for carrying boy   Doing time underground up in Marion, boy   Shit, I respect you   You do your time like Gotti, and come home like that Marion boy      [Chorus: Cam'Ron + Jim Jones - repeat 2X]   You got weed? Smoke it, You got dice? Roll it   You got guns? Shoot it, You got a ho? Stroke it   You got money? Spend it, You got cars? Whip 'em   You caught a bid? Do it, You got kids? Love 'em, hug 'em      [Jim Jones]   I gotta keep striving, I gotta keep moving, I gotta keep grinding   If this was the road, and I was a trucker, then shit man, I gotta keep driving   Through the lies and deception, had to ride through neglection   I'm an insomniac, up all night, pops and moms was an addict, shit   My puffing scums is a habit   I need me a contingency plan, my pops with the syringe in his hand   He was leaning and nodding   Uncle Ricky your mission is like Afeni was Robin   Shit, you should've seen the apartment   All I ever wanted was franks and beans I was starving   Crack fiends on the carpet, shit   But if it wasn't for grandma   I swear I'm in love with my grandma   That's why I only does it for grandma   That's when I roll in the street   I pray she covers me from the crown of my head, to the sole of my feet      [Chorus]      [Cam'Ron]   I figured its means as a minor, huh   Look at the foods ad fibers   The dude with the cubes will snipe ya   More tools then snider   Exclusive writer   The jewels are fire   I learned don't fool with rider from pop   I don't need a gun, just a screwdriver   Two tires, two pliers, a wrench and a few wires, shit   I take it all from the buyers   Bonfire, all from a lighter, call me "Macgyver"   Need a rehab I'll call up Shania   Bitch hungry, good, we gonna stall in papaya   Take your recession special, yeah you less then special   Me and Jim Jones, extra special   Check it, Dre to Snoop, Gotti to Ja   Dame to Jigga, Puff to Big, D n' Y   Doggy you next up, get your respect up   Or a vest can't protect you when I hit you in your chest, duck   The big heads done pushed me   You gotta be sex: dickheads is pussy, killa   I bring the hammers to the gunfight   One night stand, only standing for one night   Doggy, cause when it come to that cash   No homo, I will jump in that ass, jump and I flash   Then jump in that jag, jumpsuit   Jump back from the coroner, I have you jump in that bag   Come with that cash      [Chorus]