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Who? Mike
Who? Jones
Who? Mike

Keep ya eyes
For jackers, baby
It's goin'

though the laws patrollin'
Them get rollin'
So can't out hold it
'Cuz I ain't to go down

though the laws patrollin'
Them get rollin'
So they out hold it
'Cuz I about to go down

They see me doin' my shiit, why they in my miix
Jackers plottin' along watchin' I'm movin' bricks
But I move nothin', I'm on my grind hustlin'
Come at me wrong and my chrome give you a concussion

I love to fresh, but hate to ride with Tecs
But the way that these jackers roll up, for the best
diamonds on my neck, bulletproof vest on chest
I got my own laws, I'm here to and protect
Myself, they ain't finna get me
I'm in the club sober as fuck and you won't me tipsy

Nigga! Yeah! I'm Jones
Who? Jones
Who? Jones

Even though the patrollin'
Them get rollin'
So can't out hold it
'Cuz I about to go down

Even the laws patrollin'
jackers get rollin'
So can't out hold it
'Cuz I ain't about to go

The way I pull up, I got the jackers lookin' at me
24's and swingers, sold the candy and got me
And I don't give a damn if they
'Cuz my top folden, the AK I'm holdin'
'Cuz I ain't to go down

Presidential when we ride with the open heat
Clothes to jack playboy
You get three slugs to ya throat and I'm fo' 'cuz they don't know
I'm on a mission to get
Tryin to plot or set me up you get ya whole sprayed

And I knockin' ya hustle but a hollow head will hurt
In the heat of the moment, let's see if heat gon buck first
And I'm a aim for the worst to make a fall flat
And if I do get jacked, you better
I'm back in all black, CJ

Even the laws patrollin'
Them get rollin'
So they can't out it
'Cuz I ain't to go down

though the laws patrollin'
Them get rollin'
So they can't out it
'Cuz I about to go down

I'm the boulevard flippin', jammin' "Still Tippin"
See them jackers like I aint payin' attention
But really, I'm lookin' at them boys like silly
'Cuz I know their handguns ain't gon' fuck wit Milly

'Cuz I'm a pistol for them jackers that try to attack us
No to call the po po, 'cuz my fo fo gon' be my back up
Act up, if you and I swear you'll be a goner
I put it all on my mama, you don't want no drama

It's Mellow, king of the hill, don't think I ain't holdin' steel
When I pull up in that Deville, you crumb niggaz chill
I'm from the streets I'm real, I grind for the scrill
I major without a deal, gotta keep it hot

Even though the patrollin'
jackers get rollin'
So they can't out it
'Cuz I about to go down

Even though the patrollin'
Them jackers get
So they out hold it
I ain't about to go down