If U Don't lyrics

Album: 1st Round Draft Picks

If you dont work you dont eat
you dont grind you dont shine
no if ands or buts bottom line
thats why i'm on a mission
to keep the paper flippin'
i gots to get a house
before i start wood grippin

verse 1 (Mike jones)

My routine 100% grindin 10% sleep
I peep game when I sleep
I hole heat when i creep
i'm mike jones I hold chrome, Break microphones, I flip in my slab all alone I wish a mutha fucka would try to steal my leather wood it's gonna be no good understood cuz i shoot stray's, when the tapes play i'll have you lookin like a client thats on x-ray's, I don't delay when you comin' shootin' bullets you talk down ima pull it represent this gangsta shit to the fullest, I pack a ruger and get scareing like Fred Krueger you talk down on Mike Jones and nigga I'll do this cuz I aint trippin', I got the ruger rippin while i'm flippin expedition, come in Mike Jones home and I'll shoot shot's till your teeth missin' First Round Draft Picks you come at us wrong and you will be dismissed Mike Jones

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Verse 2 (Magno)

Uh, it's Magno, I dont mind, I let a stray one cross, but if you got beef cool I got that A-1 sauce, you must forgot I pack a big mac i'm runnin' mickey D's, pop yo ass up leave you bleedin' on yo big mac, keep you bent like a car fender I fight dirty I'm throwin bottles in the club like a bartender, fuck fightin stud, niggaz remember who won, in these H town streets you gotta remember your gun, you dont wanna get stuck with the 5th, you dont wanna hospital trip with IV's stuck in yo wrist, my best advice is stop stay in yo spot cuz these bullets got a mind of they own they hate to stay in the glauk, you like to keep it to a snapples cost we got checks to your chest we about to make you look like applesauce so if you want a snapple I got 17 reasons to make folks forget about yo like 7 countin'

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Verse 3 (Mike Jones)

You might see me in the Lac 4 18's black on black sittin low holdin gat waitin for a nigga to jack when it's time I get krunk I got rugers I got pimps, my name show when I pop trunk, Mike Jones is no punk, I got ho's down to die for me, niggaz down to rob from me I got friends I got robberies alot of niggaz watchin you can look but don't touch cuz if you touch then I'll bust Swisha House Swisha Blast y'all done know we cant be touched


we can't be touched becuz we move like powder and I dont mind shootin' at a nigga if his mood is sour, I'm a technique flowa this aint New York but you better stay undercover like (?) cuz we lookin fo ya, big gun's 49 we not from San Francisco but we got 49 and if ya prolly heard the gat it was me trigga pulled cuz I roam the woods like (wally zerbiak?)

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