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[Mike
It's Mike Jones, on the track
I a gat, when I'm in the 'lac
I wreck a track, title
To make sho' my stack
If I don't grind, then I don't
If I don't shine, I get left
I hit the block, stack a
And shake the for one time
I my business on the lo-lo
'Cause snitch and tell the po-po
I solo in my 4-do
Caren colored coated
I wreck the mic I go
My heard everywhere I go
You tryed to deny but I know you
You tryed to deny but I you know
If you get me for a show
Or get me to feature on a
Hit
If you get me for a show
Or get me to on a flow
Hit

Swang the Pacific in the DSR
I flip a lil, see these stacks and
So I'm puttin' diamonds all in ya
Put on ya shades, VVS's glare in ya face
I the mic but I wasn't on tools
I eat at places where they me Mizzu
Sit at the table can't read the
Stop the beat, look out the window, watch the continue
Tony Montana style, a slit in my brows
See big rocks on the watch, five bling-bloaw
Call me Tum-T, I'm big with the rocks
at the ear, look at the grill, look at the necks, look at the watch
Tum-T, boss, O.G. out the 3
You would think I was how the screens Rain On Me
Yeah!, Still Magnificent on the Mike I was Jones
You lookin' at royalty bitch, go and me to the throne

[Paul
When you see me on the block, I'm on my (I'm on my grind)
And when I'm ducked off in the trap it's hustle (It's hustle time)
I'm bout my paper, bout my cash, I'm bout green (Bout that green)
I never roll, I'ma soldier, take one for the team
Paul Wall, Swishahouse, Swishablast cash
Gotta get up off my ass, cause fly's fast
Opportunities past but I'm the same ol' G (Same ol' G)
Reebok's and white-t's, I'm the same ol' me (Same ol' me)
you see me at the club, I'm at the bar (I'm at the bar)
And if a gal all in my mix then she a (She a star)
Pretty face, slim waste, with a shape
but she don't want me, she just off my car (Off my car)
I'ma player, I'ma hustler, mac (I'ma mac)
paint, swangas on the cadillac (The cadillac)
Paint drippin' kinda damp, Paul Wall the champ
I wonder what haters think about that ('Bout that)

I'ma doctor, hit foot locker and grab jerseys
Bust a flow and make say "Have Mercy"
Like jessie, my trunk is messy
From throwin' haters in it, I'm in a Navigator
My rims spinnin', when I stop do the wiggle-wiggle
Whip is little, candy look like little skittles
I'm in on that 635
I get brain from 6:30 til
Make them hoes
New 4's
them hoes hop inside, and expose those thighs
After I nut it's like them boppers
Pull-up, new truck on choppers
Glad that I made it, it's never been fun of the
'Cause these on my shoulders ain't Funyons or Ruffles
Nigga, it's Magno, Jones, Tum-T, Fat B
Fuck it man Team Part 3