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JET LIFE
MUNI, Curren$y, Method Man, AZ
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Ooh, ooh, ooh
Ooh, ooh, ooh
Boom!
MUNI, run it back! (Oh, uh)
Got these rappers out here lying 'bout the truth
Even though his family black thought he was lying about his roots, uh
And he's two-faced, the gangsters out here lying about it, truth
If this the stairway to heaven, leave him laying the stoop
Tony Stark's in this element, got iron in my root
Some people dyin' is evident, I'm ironin' my suit
Y'all got gasoline drawers and fire in your boots
I'm firin' squad fire, I say fire, and they shoot
You slidin' on ball tires, just retire and regroup
If the troops are not inspired, my requirements recruit
Yeah, my vibe is youth, I'm a general salute
Y'all chasin' the clout chasers, that's a trivial pursuit
I'm the type to pay attention and recoup
And any payment from pay-goers who would say, I rebuke
I'm the proof that hit him like a fact you can't refute
He don't be a lion in the jungle, I'll be lyin' in the booth
Uh, what's one buy on the car for all niggas?
Take the pots on the stove, everybody cook
Got life over hoes, fuck how you feelin'
I'ma shoot you straight, bro, everybody crooked
Risk was large, but we took it, we not pussy
61 and pilot hydraulics in new bushes
Sittin' outside, plotin' on how to push it
To the limit, just how Starface did it
All them Rosรฉ lyrics, post from O.J. in it
Lil' cut on the hand, stay, spin it
We in the business, bribery's the business
I'm that nigga, they just made my image
Method Man, this guy givin' out gimmicks
This their championship, for pendants
First place, medals, golden cup
The winners have ended, raise your glasses with us
Outside on the opp, junglers spinnin' the block
Sendin' shots, seen a lot, in the pen with they pops
Up top, three's in better
B's and C's be the letter, V the cheddar
Guess when you a G, it's forever
The need is inevitable, stacked it
Used to rock mints on my jacket
Now I changed, I don't think it's attractive
Pelley playin' white tee on, nights we on
Light this field, sit and chill before invite me a song
World bomb, shit done changed from my ever
It's the same, even chicks ain't the same from my ever
It's the lanes, they the ones that do it for me
Fuck some chains, take a perc, they'll do it for free
I O.D. when I say, I'm dolo for real
On one hand, can count my mans that know they're ill
So how I feel, I'm numb
Dance to the beat of the drums
Any beef, you won't hear when it come
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