This is Jim Jones

[Intro: Cam'Ron]

Killa

This my man Jim Jones

You know we been through a lot of devistation, larceny

Defeat, misconceptions

Man, fuck all that, I don't know what that's about

But fuck all that

Jim, I'm in the building

Dipset, it's your turn, you up nigga!

Let's go!

[Verse 1: Jim Jones]

I'm puffin my weed and these niggas, they mad

I'm frontin' this season (Dipset!)

As far as they hoes, they want me to see 'em

I fuck 'em and then they don't want me to leave 'em (Don't go!)

An addictive obsession, I twist 'em, I sex 'em

My dick's an obsession (Yeah!)

They call me, they miss me, they stressin' (Jones!)

I call 'em, they miss me, they stressin' (Jones!)

These hoes, they sayin' that shit that'll kill ya

I'm rich now, this kid look familiar (Oh yeah?)

As far as my Dips, we rich

The cars and the whips

We spent what you spent on your car on my wrist

Don't bother me bitch

In the midst of this grind, i'm twistin' my lime (Yeah!)

I'm 'bout to get cash, and you can kiss ass

Dipset got this shit up on smash (Smash)

[Chorus: Cam'Ron]

This is Jim Jones, he's breezin' on chrome

Ya best bet is leave him alone

O.G. in them stones, spent g's on them stones

Now mami just send me the tone

[Verse 2: Jim Jones]

These are true stories

I used to live poorly

And now man I live in two stories (That's the law)

Get suited in Maury

The coupe is Ferrari

The coupe cost 140, you don't wanna race

I will move on you shorty

Look good on them cameras

They love me, I put my whole hood up on cameras

They bloody, niggas in hood with them blamas

Tell me, so do it for grandma (Sally!)

We did it from druggin' and (?) (We did it)

We did it from hustlin' and comin' up wrong (We did it)

We did it from strugglin' and comin' up strong (We did it, we did it)

Still runnin' with cons, with guns in their palms

You front on Dipset, we will dump on your moms (Boom!)

Or come through with bombs

And stop and park, and set off them bombs (Boom!)

[Chorus: Cam'Ron]

This is Jim Jones, he's breezin' on chrome

Ya best bet is leave him alone

O.G. in them stones, spent g's on them stones

Now mami just send me the tone

[Verse 3: Jim Jones]

You got to admit (Yeah)

I'm hot when I spit

Like a summertime's tropic's eclipse (Sizzlin')

Like a drop on the strip with no top on the whip

A block (?) with them cops on the strips (Hot, hot)

With Glocks on their hip (Yeah)

Like shells when they drop when them shots get dismissed (Boom!)

The pain in my heart been my aim from the start

We started when we came from the star

Now we all gainin' on charts (You know)

With back to back hits, like Yankees an' shit (Uh)

Dipset, we gangsta as shit (That's right)

But I credit my ghetto

'Cause now we rock platinum, the preciousest metal (Bling!)

Don't press us, we'll press on this metal

And blow you apart

Shoulda known from the start (Yeah!)

My jewels, they glow in the dark

You fools, keep playin' ya part

[Chorus: Cam'Ron]

This is Jim Jones, he's breezin' on chrome

Ya best bet is leave him alone

O.G. in them stones, spent g's on them stones

Now mami just send me the tone