Life and d**h - Jimmy lyrics

[Verse 1] See Jimmy Was Innocent When He Was Young Who Could Of Guessed What He'd Become Momma's Only Son, Straight A's Good Kid, But Bad Influences Surrounded Him Dealers And Drugs Murders And Guns So He Started To Run With A Couple Of Thugs, They Put Him On Game Showed Him Love, The Ways Of The Streets And If He's Gonna Run With G's Then He's Gotta Stand On His Own Two Feet, Told Him "Man Up" Putcha Hands Up, Whooped His Ass Tough Now He Thinks He's Billy Bad Ass, YUP And Sure Enough, Jimmy Quickly Became Nothin' To f** With Got Himself A Nine, Dared Any Motherf**er To Cross The Line Showed Em' A Flash Of Light From His Barrel, Had You Chalked Outlined Murder On The "11", No Suspects Just Call Him The "d**h Merchant" Thousand Ways To Die Have Your Family Askin' Why? Cause d**hs Part Of Life Were All Gonna Die [Hook] Let Me Tell You Bout f**in' Round With Him That Boy Ain't Nothin' To f** With, Yeahhh Let Me Tell You Bout f**in' Round With Him Some Call Him The d**h Merchant (Muder, Muder, k**, k**)x6 Yeah, The Boy Ain't Nothin' To f** With "Ready To Die", Hand On His Steel No Fear Inside (Verse 2) Now Jimmy's Waist Deep In The sh** The Game Won't Let Him Quit, They Got Him Hustlin' Crack, Cocaine, Weed And sh** Anything For The Fast Money, But Jimmy's Paranoid As f** Sleepin' With One Eye Open, One Eye Shut Ears To The Street, Wonderin' If A Rivals Tryna Creep Or Is He Just Hearin' sh**? Ether Way Kids Buggin' So He Rolls Somethin' Try To Calm His Nerves Bumpin' That Biggie "Ready To Die" Thinkin' He Pac "Thug Life" Schemin' On A Lick Cause The Drug Game Ain't Payin' Him sh** Black Hoody, Black Mask, Throw-Away Automatic Now The Kids Ready For The Stick Up Rushes In Quick,Tells The Clerk Give Me Everything You Have Including Your Wallet, BANG! Shot Him Dead, Out The Door, Murdered In Cold Blood What Jimmy Didn't Know Tho, Is The Clerk Was An "OG" Under Protection Jimmy Just Signed His Own d**h Warrant (Hook) (Outro) Yo! Is That Jimmy? Yeah That's Him, Look At Him Thinks He's "Mr. Big Time", A Cold Blooded k**er,sh** We're Gonna Get Him For What He Did To "OG", Quick k** The Lights Roll Up Slow I'mma Hit Em With The Tool (Car Creeping Up) Time To Put In Work What's Up MOTHERfu*kER! (Gun Shots, Car Speeds Away, Sirens Ringing) Written, Recorded, Mixed And Mastered By: J-$k**z EY3$EE 2013