Jim Jones — Genocide lyrics
The page contains the lyrics of the song "Genocide" by Jim Jones.
Lyrics
Ughh
Shit
They say keep it real with the consumer
While my man left the hills and ain’t been back to junor
He did his fed time grey sweats and some pumas
And he always said it should let him out sooner!
The jail got him sick up in his head like a tumor
And he could give a fuck about what they say with the rumors
He rock a suny, took his shit hotter he took his jail time and caught wearing
pradas
at the Knicks game on The brick game is his
I will favor in Heaven
but he found news eleven
Hmm and I just get started on him
But just as fast I make departed at him
fuck it, kill 'em all
Kiss your bitch on the mouth, I’m a fuck 'em all
Baby says she seen that reflection in the cross
Quarter brick is hard, but the roof came
Uhuu you gotta see it, cause they don’t believe
fuck a supermodel, get my coat up and leave
Cause I’m all bitch I play with my cheese!
Uhuu, so we come from the same
not the same
Is a fraud and we don’t plan on the same
You call is how we end up in the same
Oh, don’t bite if it ain’t soft!
I’ve been shit, the bitch froze with the chain
And this only law
So, you got excuse nigger
You know the beef is for the main course
I’m looking at your front door, main source
to be a massacre, chains on!