Zeke Interlude – Jim Jones
Jim, Jim, F_cks up n_gga nawmean, the beat all good you feel me, Doin Me as Usual man, good looking for that glock, but you know its glock time again, Set that out for your boy, You Smell me? F_ckin N_ggas Man, I’m sick of all these piss ant n_ggaz up in here, got me hot like lava in this motha f_cka, Bout to slap slob out one of these faggets that keep f_ckin with me, word is born, got all these coward ass n_ggaz sweatin like it aint no A/C in this motha f_cka, F_ckin With me Freekey, Any motha f_ckin way man, I aint even really wanna holla at you about that bullsh_t, I really wanna talk about that phantom sh_t you was talking bout, that sh_t aint me son, word is born im too gangsta for that sh_t, want no motha f_ckin phantom, nawmean, I need some low key inexpensive sh_t, you know wut I sayin, Cop the boy a lil Ashton Martin or something, Black on Black with the black tint, you know what im sayin, The Rims, let me see, put my face on them rims, You know what im sayin that’s how I like to do it you know what im sayin. Have all these b_tches connected to my d_ck like nuts. You know what im sayin, Its ya boy man, doin what he does best, F_ck wit you hard, You know what im sayin. I F_cked With You Hard N_gga, You Know What Im Sayin, Get At me
