Jim Jones - Make No Issues of It

Shit
There's a list of things I can start with
HeatMakerz
And I ain't here to make no issues of it
When we ball
Even the feds took pictures of it (Capo)
And I ain't here to make no issues of it
(Facts) when we ball
Even the feds took pictures of it

They wouldn't understand, before the 'Gram
What we did in public
I came to your block to point 'em out, like
"What nigga was it?"
Got these niggas hatin' 'cause
These bitches love it
Lover's Lane, they know we love the game
We hit the strip and hug it
Bros before hoes
Watch as niggas put a bitch above it
Shit, the Rollie froze, I'm talkin' drippin'
Every bit is flooded
I drop stacks out at Barney's
Lookin' like we at war
I'm wearin' a shirt that say 'Army'
Rambo in a Lambo, Valentino Campbell
For the soldiers that we lost we
Pour Ace and light a candle
And I don't rap for your convenience
I pop war inside a store
Right in back of the convenience
And I, I still pack gats above the penis
Nigga neck lookin' like he
Practice with Serena
Call my lawyer, I ain't jackin' no subpoena
Feelin' like Pac, yellin'
"What's brackin'?" out the Bimmer
Havin' nightmares
But Lord knows I'm a dreamer
Wakin' up scremain' ow my dead
Lawyer could lean her
Should I go deeper? (Should I?)
Should I go deeper? Like the one-time when I
Had the street sweeper
Mad slow, very eager to pull up on a nigga
Like "What you did?" On that nigga like
"Who this for?" For them niggas like
For them niggas like
Fuck the politics, fuck the policies
Don't apply for loans
We ain't got checks for your college fees
The only world we recognize are
The tech and the 'nologies
I know Ghostface Killah's like
On these sweats and these wallabees
I'm in your halls with Taj
Mahals and some red caps
My country got the gall to be
Appalled by some red hat don't trip
Get your panties in a bunch
'cause I said that
I went around with a bunch of
Niggas that let lead cap
I'm a product of where I'm from
But me and my neighbor are nothin' alike
He was a pumper, I was lieutenant
And we was both hustlin' white, uh
Oppositions never changed the
Customer's price
I was right there for the whole thing
Of course we adjusted the price
Now I cop watch and then I bust 'em on sight
Gold Rollie's lookin' like ace of
Spades and buckets of ice
Drop a kilo on Cuba and then
I crush it with ice slow down, young man
Please don't rush through this life
These niggas buy Chanel
Spend money on lots of fail iceberg Smurf
Where the fuck is the Gargamel?
My ladies stay drippy, boy back from where?
See Superman havin' brunch at Bagatelle
(Chill)
Nigga, chill, let this whole thing spill
All at your head, couple more on the grill
Want beef with the smoke? Couple
More on the grill
I ain't lost a step, y'all better chill

For real better chill
Watch it watch your step, youngin
We just fuckin' around

Written by:
GREGORY G. GREEN, JOE LAWRENCE, JOSEPH JONES, SEAN THOMAS

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Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group

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