[Intro: Mike Jones]
Who?! Mike Jones [3x]
Shyeah!
Keep ya eyes open
For them jackers, baby
Itīs going down
[Chorus: Lilī Bran 2x]
Even though the laws patrolling
Them jackers get rolling, so they canīt out hold it
Cause I ainīt about to go down
[Verse 1: Mike Jones]
They see me doing my shiit, thatīs why they in my miix
Jackers plotting along watching like Iīm moving bricks
But I ainīt move nothing, Iīm on my grind hustling
Come at me wrong and my chrome gonī give you a concussion
I love to ride fresh, but hate to ride with Tecs
But the way that these jackers roll up, knowing for the best
With diamonds on my neck, bulletproof vest on chest
I got my own laws, Iīm here to serve and protect
Myself, because they ainīt finna get me
Iīm in the club sober as fuck and you wonīt catch me tipsy
Nigga! Yeah! Iīm Mike Jones Who! Mike Jones
Who! Mike Jones
[Chorus 2x]
[Verse 2: CJ]
The way that I pull up, I got the jackers lookin at me
24īs and swingers, sold the candy and got me caffie
And I donīt give a damn if they rollinī, cause my top gets folden
The AK Iīm holding (Lilī Bran: Cause I ainīt about to go down)
Presidential when we ride with the trunk open heat, clothes tryinī to jack playboy
You get three slugs to ya throat and Iīm foī shoī cause they donīt know
Iīm on a mission to get paid
Tryin to plot or set me up you get ya whole block sprayed
And I ainīt knockinī ya hustle but a hollow head will hurt
In the heat of the moment, letīs see if that heat gon buck first
And Iīm a aim for the worst to make a jacker fall flat
And if I do get jacked, you better believe Iīm coming back in all black
CJ!
[Chorus 2x]
[Verse 3: Mellow]
Iīm down the boulevard flippinī, jamminī "Still Tippin"
See them jackers watching like I aint payinī attention
But really, Iīm looking at them boys like they silly
Cause I know their handguns ainīt gonī fuck wit this Milly
Cause Iīm a pistol packer for them jackers that try to attack us
No need to call the po po, cause my fo fo gonī be my back up
Act up: If you wanna and I swear youīll be a goner
I put it all on my mama, you niggaz donīt want no drama
Itīs Mellow, king of the hill, donīt think I ainīt holding that steel
When I pull up in that Deville, you crumb niggaz better chill
Iīm from the streets Iīm real, I grind hard for the scrill
I major without a deal, gotta keep it hot wheels
[Chorus 2x]
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