Jim Jones - How To Be A Boss lyrics

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Jim Jones - How To Be A Boss lyrics

[Bridge] Murder, cash, cars, hoes Fast life as usual is all that we know [Verse 1 – Jim Jones] He has risen, started from a G.O prism (hooptys) It was hard for me to see my vision (blinded by the light) Because it's blurred by the V's, I was driven I also was distracted by head she was giving (she kept playing) It made us wonder, it was bread we was getting And everything we did was forbidden, forget what they do to the law Well some guys nasty to tame (like who?) But we must stay anonymous, don't ask me no names (where's my lawyer?) Cause it was all for the capital gain (OK) How we broke bricks a world and castles of cane (that crack) The flipside, sports cars faster than lane (Ferrari) Over the money, bullets'll tap on your brain (bang bang) They showed me the money, I started attacking the game (the industry) I blew a half a mill on my Aga**i chain (that's so ice) That's tennis on the neck (ow) now feel the agony We eating dinner on the jet (yum yum) we spending all the checks It's drought season, ain't looking for life lines And I'm just reporting like night line [Hook][x2] How to be a boss, follow this blueprint ‘fore you kick the bucket, get rich, leave a shoe print Get your game grown, get your name known Double park, grab a b**h and get your brain blown [Bridge] [Verse 2 - Ludacris] n***a we used to shoot bullets in the stop sign But it would take a thousand bullets and the power of Jesus for you to stop mine Born a hustler, came here to blow the place up And swore I was rich till dame told me get my cake up So more money, more power, more clothes More overseas Buggatis, more powder, more hoes I'm the American dream, American cream Got America leaning and see how we serve American fiends That's how we get it, we spit it, split it, and get it good Snatch it off Wall Street, take it home and get it hood I wish a n***a would, but a n***a can't Tell me I ain't the boss, I'm fully loaded and you shooting blanks You couldn't touch me with your finger It's Dipset, b**h the whole city's full of bangers And they gang the entertainers So get your game grown, get your name known Then say hello to the stainless [Hook + Bridge] [Verse 3 – N.O.E.] Come an hour out of DC, met him at the BP 20 minutes late because his chicken had to pee pee Feels sneaky, kept in touch weekly Broader cause he says he hits the pipe and gets sleepy So hello to VC, watching Anna [?] My n***as hit the checkers while we wait, it's greasy Finally I spot him, he pulls up and sees me Told me he could front me, but I'm lifting off him easy Thinking he should keep it, and who you in the Jeep with? My business is a secret, you too eager to leak it Too eager to front me, too eager to pump me In Baltimore them Fetti boys are too eager to hunt me So I grabbed the rachet, told him “you can match it” Knowing once he tossed the product over I would mash it Ain't pay him but I flashed it, enough to get his pa** it The black owl made his answer cla**ic, the ba*tard [Hook + Bridge] [Outro – Jim Jones] It's all we know That fast life Getting that fast money Sun down to sun up This what they taught us from a young age We was put here people That's why they follow us the way they do because we made it lucrative We turned a negative into positive and we me making a lot of f**ing money from it By the way, smile for the camera It's not only paparazzi taking flicks out here I guess they pissed off at us people We young, black, rich, and famous Yo we got bu*tons to press, sh** Sounding like Bush, n***a I start a war off the bleep of my phone That's boss talk for you But I'd rather get the money The best wars are the ones without violence f**er Bang bang