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Correct Don't Work U Don't Eat Lyrics
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Correct Don't Work U Don't Eat
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[Hook - 2x] If you don't work you don't eat, you don't grind you don't shine No if's and's or but's, bottom line That's why I'm on a mission, to keep the paper flipping I got's to get a house, before I start wood gripping [Mike Jones] Ninety percent grinding, ten percent sleep I peep game when I'm asleep, I hold heat when I creep I'm Mike Jones I hold chrome, wreck microphones I flip in my slab, all alone I wish a motherfucker would, try to steal my leather wood It's gon be no good, understood Cause I shoot strays, and when the techs play I'll have you looking like a clown that's on x-ray, I don't delay When it come to shooting bullets, you talk down I'ma pull it Represent this gangsta shit, to the fullest I pack a ruger and get to spraying, like Freddy Kruger You talk down on Mike Jones, and nigga I'll do you Cause I ain't tripping, I got the ruger ripping While I'm flipping, Expeditions Come in Mike Jones home, and I'll shoot shots till your teeth missing First round draft picks, you come at us wrong And you will be dismissed, Mike Jones [Hook - 2x] [Magno] It's Magno, I don't mind I let a stray bullet cross But if you got beef cool, I got the A-1 sauce You must forgot I pack a big mack, I run in Mickey D's Pop your ass up, leave you bleeding on your big mac Get you bent like a car fender, I fight dirty I'm throwing bottles in the club, like a bar tender Fuck fighting fair, niggaz remember who won In these H-Town streets, you gotta remember your gun You don't wanna get stuck, with the filth You don't want a hospital trip, with iv's stuck in your wrist My best advice is dog stay in your spot, cause these bullets Got a mind of they own, they hate to stay in the glock You like to see what two snappers cost, we got techs To your chest, bout to make you look like apple sauce So if you want a sample, I got seventeen reasons To make folks forget about you, like Tevin Campbell [Hook - 2x] [Mike Jones] You might see me in a Lac, four 18's black on black Sitting low holding gat, waiting for a nigga to jack When it's time I get crunk, I got rugers I got pumps My name show when I pop trunk, Mike Jones is no punk I got hoes down to die for me, niggaz down to ride for me I got friends I got rivalries, a lot of niggaz watching me You can look but don't touch, cause if you touch then I bust Swishahouse Swishablast, if y'all didn't know we can't be touched [Magno] We can't be touched, because we move like powder And I don't mind shooting at a nigga, if his mood is sour I'm a technique flower, this ain't New York But you better stay undercover, like Malik Yober Cause we looking for you, big guns forty times We not from San Francisco, but we got forty nines And if you prolly heard the gat, it was me Trigga pull cause I run with the wolves, like Wally Servedat [Hook - 4x]
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