This Is Jim Jones Lyrics (feat. Cam'Ron) by Cam'ron
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im puffing ma weed and these
niggaz they mad im frontin this season
as far as their hoes they want me to
see em i fuck em and then they dont want me to leave em
and the addictive obsession, i twist them
i sex them ma dicks in obsession
they call me they miss me they stressin (jones)
i call them they miss me they stressin (jones)
these hoes are sayin the shit that will kill ya im
rich so its killin for millions(oh yeah)
as far as ma dips we rich big cars in the whips we
spend what you spend on your car on ma wrist
dont bother me bitch in the mist of this
grime im twistin ma line
im about to get cash and you can kiss ass dip set
got this shit im gonn smash

Chorus x1:
this is jim jones hes greasing your
crome your best bet is leave him alone
o.g in them stones spend gs on them stones
mamie just send me the tone(sing)
sing............sing

these are true stories i used to live poorly
and now man i live in 2stories(thats a law)
they sueder then maury the group is farary you
dont want no race i will move on you shoties
look good on the camera they love me
i put my whole hood on the camera they
bluntin in hood with them blamas tell me so do it fro grandmas
i we did it from drugging and struggle for
4 we did it from hustlin and comin up wrong we
did it from hustlin and comin up strong we did it we did it
still runnin with cars and guns in their
palms you front on dipset we will dump on your moms
or come through a bols and stopit pause and set off the bars

Chorus x1

you got to admit im hot when i spit like a summer
times chocolate eclipse (sizzilin)
like a drop on a strip wit no top on a
whip im blocken that whip with a cop on the
strip wit glocs when they hear like shells when
they drop when them shots hit the strip
the pain in my heart i aim for the star we started
and we came through the star
now we all pain and no charge wit back to back hits
like yankees and shit dipset we gangsta and shit
but i credit ma ghetto cause now we rock
plantinum the preciouses metal
dont press us so press on this metal
we will blow you apart you should`ve known
from the start
ma jewels they glow in the dark
you fool keep playin your part

Chorus x1
im puffing ma weed and these   niggaz they mad im frontin this season    as far as their hoes they want me to   see em i fuck em and then they dont want me to leave em    and the addictive obsession, i twist them    i sex them ma dicks in obsession    they call me they miss me they stressin (jones)    i call them they miss me they stressin (jones)    these hoes are sayin the shit that will kill ya im    rich so its killin for millions(oh yeah)    as far as ma dips we rich big cars in the whips we    spend what you spend on your car on ma wrist    dont bother me bitch in the mist of this    grime im twistin ma line    im about to get cash and you can kiss ass dip set    got this shit im gonn smash       Chorus x1:    this is jim jones hes greasing your    crome your best bet is leave him alone    o.g in them stones spend gs on them stones    mamie just send me the tone(sing)    sing............sing       these are true stories i used to live poorly    and now man i live in 2stories(thats a law)    they sueder then maury the group is farary you    dont want no race i will move on you shoties    look good on the camera they love me    i put my whole hood on the camera they    bluntin in hood with them blamas tell me so do it fro grandmas    i we did it from drugging and struggle for    4 we did it from hustlin and comin up wrong we    did it from hustlin and comin up strong we did it we did it    still runnin with cars and guns in their    palms you front on dipset we will dump on your moms    or come through a bols and stopit pause and set off the bars       Chorus x1       you got to admit im hot when i spit like a summer    times chocolate eclipse (sizzilin)    like a drop on a strip wit no top on a    whip im blocken that whip with a cop on the    strip wit glocs when they hear like shells when    they drop when them shots hit the strip    the pain in my heart i aim for the star we started    and we came through the star    now we all pain and no charge wit back to back hits    like yankees and shit dipset we gangsta and shit    but i credit ma ghetto cause now we rock    plantinum the preciouses metal    dont press us so press on this metal    we will blow you apart you should`ve known    from the start    ma jewels they glow in the dark    you fool keep playin your part       Chorus x1