Shyeah! Keep ya eyes open For them jackers, baby It's going down
[Chorus: Lil' Bran (2x)] Even though the laws patrolling Them jackers is rolling So the gat im holding Cause I ain't another going down
[Verse 1: Mike Jones] They see me doing my shit, that's why they in my miix Jackers plotting along watching like I'm moving bricks But I ain't move nothing, I'm on my grind hustling Come at me wrong and my chrome gon' give you a concussion I love to ride fresh, but hate to ride with Tecs But the way that these jackers roll up, knowing for the best With diamonds on my neck, bulletproof vest on chest I got my own laws, I'm here to serve and protect Myself, because they ain't finna get me I'm in the club sober as fuck and you won't catch me tipsy Nigga! Yeah! I'm Mike Jones Who! Mike Jones Who! Mike Jones
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[Verse 2: CJ] The way that I pull up, I got the jackers lookin at me 24's and swingers, sold the candy and got me caffie And I don't give a damn if they rollin', cause my top gets folden The AK I'm holding (Lil' Bran: Cause I ain't about to go down) Presidential when we ride with the trunk open heat, clothes tryin' to jack playboy You get three slugs to ya throat and I'm fo' sho' cause they don't know I'm on a mission to get paid Tryin to plot or set me up you get ya whole block sprayed And I ain't knockin' ya hustle but a hollow head will hurt In the heat of the moment, let's see if that heat gon buck first And I'm a aim for the worst to make a jacker fall flat And if I do get jacked, you better believe I'm coming back in all black CJ!
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[Verse 3: Mellow] I'm down the boulevard flippin', jammin' "Still Tippin" See them jackers watching like I aint payin' attention But really, I'm looking at them boys like they silly Cause I know their handguns ain't gon' fuck wit this Milly Cause I'm a pistol packer for them jackers that try to attack us No need to call the po po, cause my fo fo gon' be my back up Act up: If you wanna and I swear you'll be a goner I put it all on my mama, you niggaz don't want no drama It's Mellow, king of the hill, don't think I ain't holding that steel When I pull up in that Deville, you crumb niggaz better chill I'm from the streets I'm real, I grind hard for the scrill I major without a deal, gotta keep it hot wheels
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