Diplomats - Beautiful Noise Lyrics
[jim jones]My homey cash, well he gone for fiveSend my prayers, do your thing, Ill be going for mineShit, we live life to the fullestThree hundred and sixty five nights on the strike, thats a bulletShit, and uncle ricky got a month and some changeAnd it feels like the garbage truck just dumping the painAll on my shoulders, Im warning my soldiersThe nights could get chilly, but the mornings much colderIve seen summers get coldAnd niggaz do it up until the point they done and the foldThey cant succumb to the coldThose of frostbitten, up north sitting, just like some *****ing lost kittensThey get locked up for carrying boyDoing time underground up in marion, boyShit, I respect youYou do your time like gotti, and come home like that marion boy[chorus: camron + jim jones - repeat 2x]You got weed? smoke it, you got dice? roll itYou got guns? shoot it, you got a ho? stroke itYou got money? spend it, you got cars? whip emYou caught a bid? do it, you got kids? love em, hug em[jim jones]I gotta keep striving, I gotta keep moving, I gotta keep grindingIf this was the road, and I was a trucker, then shit man, I gotta keep drivingThrough the lies and deception, had to ride through neglectionIm an insomniac, up all night, pops and moms was an addict, shitMy puffing scums is a habitI need me a contingency plan, my pops with the syringe in his handHe was leaning and noddingUncle ricky your mission is like afeni was robinShit, you shouldve seen the apartmentAll I ever wanted was franks and beans I was starvingCrack fiends on the carpet, shitBut if it wasnt for grandmaI swear Im in love with my grandmaThats why I only does it for grandmaThats when I roll in the streetI pray she covers me from the crown of my head, to the sole of my feet[chorus][camron]I figured its means as a minor, huhLook at the foods ad fibersThe dude with the cubes will snipe yaMore tools then sniderExclusive writerThe jewels are fireI learned dont fool with rider from popI dont need a gun, just a screwdriverTwo tires, two pliers, a wrench and a few wires, shitI take it all from the buyersBonfire, all from a lighter, call me macgyverNeed a rehab Ill call up shania***** hungry, good, we gonna stall in papayaTake your recession special, yeah you less then specialMe and jim jones, extra specialCheck it, dre to snoop, gotti to jaDame to jigga, puff to big, d n yDoggy you next up, get your respect upOr a vest cant protect you when I hit you in your chest, duckThe big heads done pushed meYou gotta be sex: dickheads is *****, killaI bring the hammers to the gunfightOne night stand, only standing for one nightDoggy, cause when it come to that cashNo homo, I will jump in that ass, jump and I flashThen jump in that jag, jumpsuitJump back from the coroner, I have you jump in that bagCome with that cash[chorus]
