Beautiful Noise

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[Intro: Jim Jones] Charlemagne, told you I got you nigga Holla, yo, shit [Verse 1: Jim Jones] My homie 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, the morning's much colder I've seen summers get cold And niggas do it up until the point they done and they 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, holla [Chorus: Cam'ron & (Jim Jones)] You got weed? (Smoke it) You got dice? (Roll it) You got guns? (Shoot it) You got a hoe? (Stroke it) (You got money?) Spend it (You got cars?) Whip 'em (You caught a bid?) Do it (You got kids?) Love 'em You got weed? (Smoke it) You got dice? (Roll it) You got guns? (Shoot it) You got a hoe? (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 [Verse 2: Jim Jones] I gotta keep striving, I gotta keep moving, I gotta keep grinding If this was the road, and I was a trucker Well shit man, I gotta keep driving Through the lies and deception, had to ride through neglection I'm an insomniaddict, up all night, pops and moms was an addict, shit My puffing scums is a habit I need me a contingency plan Pops with the syringe in his hand He was leaning and nodding Uncle Ricky on missions 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 & (Jim Jones)] You got weed? (Smoke it) You got dice? (Roll it) You got guns? (Shoot it) You got a hoe? (Stroke it) (You got money?) Spend it (You got cars?) Whip 'em (You caught a bid?) Do it (You got kids?) Love 'em You got weed? (Smoke it) You got dice? (Roll it) You got guns? (Shoot it) You got a hoe? (Stroke it) (You got money?) Spend it (You got cars?) Whip 'em (You caught a bid?) Do it (You got kids?) [Verse 3: Cam'ron] Killa.. uh I figured moves are minor, huh Look at the foods and fibers The dude with the cubes'll snipe ya More tools than Snyder Exclusive writer The jewels are fire I learned don't fool with riders, from Pac I don't need a gun, just a screwdriver Two tires, two pliers, a wrench and a few wires, shit I take them all from the buyers Foreign fire, all from a lighter, call me "Macgyver" Need a rehab I'll call up Shania Bitch hungry, good, we gon' stall at papayas Take your recession special, yeah you less than special Me and Jim Jones, extra special Check it, Dre to Snoop, Gotti to Ja Dame to Jigga, Puff to B.I.G., Dee and Waah Doggie you next up, get your respect up Or a vest can't protect you when I hit you in your chest, DUCK Uhh, 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 Doggie, cause when it come to that cash No homo, I will jump in that ass, Jumping Jack flash Then jump in that jag, jumpsuit Jump back from the coroner, I have you jump in that bag Come with that cash [Chorus: Cam'ron & (Jim Jones)] You got weed? (Smoke it) You got dice? (Roll it) You got guns? (Shoot it) You got a hoe? (Stroke it) (You got money?) Spend it (You got cars?) Whip 'em (You caught a bid?) Do it (You got kids?) Love 'em You got weed? (Smoke it) You got dice? (Roll it) You got guns? (Shoot it) You got a hoe? (Stroke it) (You got money?) Spend it (You got cars?) Whip 'em (You caught a bid?) Do it (You got kids?) Love 'em You got weed? (Smoke it) You got dice? (Roll it) You got guns? (Shoot it) You got a hoe? (Stroke it) (You got money?) Spend it (You got cars?) Whip 'em (You caught a bid?) Do it (You got kids?) Love 'em You got weed? (Smoke it) You got dice? (Roll it) You got guns? (Shoot it) You got a hoe? (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