Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song To Whom it May Concern, artist - Jim Jones. Date of issue: 29.05.2019
Song language: English
To Whom it May Concern |
| Heatmakerz |
| Crack Music |
| Uh, tuh |
| To whom it may concern |
| They gettin' money now, they want you to wait your turn |
| We all went out of town, only a few may return |
| Get your money rest of the week 'cause on Tuesday they return |
| For this bread, I’m on my lawyer’s head 'til my new case is adjourned |
| Keep water on my neck for them blue faces I burned, uh |
| Yeah, and I be dripped up in the latest threads |
| I used to sell that co-co like Jamaican bread |
| You can’t sit up at the table, you ain’t breakin' bread |
| All gold Rollie but the face is red |
| All my niggas got snatched up, 'bout to face the feds |
| In cold sweats is how I wake in bed |
| You know I never wrote a rap still |
| You don’t make these niggas sick, they never know you that ill |
| I just caught a case but they better know I pack still |
| Damn Miami, Club 11 with the MAC spilled |
| You know death before, shit |
| Death before they dishonor me |
| Shit, I pump raw in the poorest economies |
| I even flew the raw through economy |
| Shit, a couple boys tried to Harmon me, I |
| Still pray to the Lord, Deuteronomy |
| Shit, I’m with, uh, when the… |
| Shit I’m with, uh, with my savage on |
| Stand tall and face all your fears |
| Hold your head and wipe all your tears |
| Many nights, will be nobody there |
| You gotta promise yourself you never give up |
| You gotta jump (You gotta jump) |
| You gotta jump (You gotta jump) |
| You gotta jump |
| Tell me what do you have left to lose? |
| Yeah, I wrote lines about pretty women and crimes I really committed |
| Spendin' my 30s gettin' rich, I spent half my 20s in prison |
| Better late than never, dudes that was up, them niggas finished |
| And after sellin' smack, I saw a hundred racks independent |
| They hit both back when I had two spots on the same street |
| It wasn’t addin' up, the plug got knocked in the same week |
| I would’ve opened up two more spots if I stayed free |
| If you can’t give 'em to me five at a time then I can’t eat |
| Heard he shot his best friend for a bird, check it |
| A knock with his third weapon |
| Could pray for him, but he don’t deserve heaven |
| I was used to fiends on the curb beggin' |
| Them ounces I serve reckless |
| This rap shit’ll be my confirmed blessing, let’s go |
| My crib on the West Coast, we should start |
| What’s in it? |
| Cathedral ceilings, museum art |
| A couple girls doin' couples' yoga in leotards |
| I opened up the locks to the door 'cause the keys was off (That's a fact) |
| You know me? |
| Know where me and my mom was livin' at (40th) |
| In a warzone, nigga, where all the hits was at |
| Nigga pull the trigger right after they give your nigga dap (What up?) |
| I been gone so long, it feel like y’all niggas forgettin' that (True) |
| Ninety-ten on the bundle, what kind of shit is that? |
| (Is that?) |
| Got the birds, I wasn’t settling for chicken scraps (Nah) |
| Flippin' bricks way before the raps |
| You can get with this or you can get with that |
| The real black sheep, kill 'em |
| Stand tall and face all your fears |
| Hold your head and wipe all your tears |
| Many nights, will be nobody there |
| You gotta promise yourself you never give up |
| You gotta jump (You gotta jump) |
| You gotta jump (You gotta jump) |
| You gotta jump |
| Tell me what do you have left to lose? |
| Yeah, we in the trenches with the addicts and the hookers |
| When I ain’t know how to whip it, passed the spatula to my cooker |
| Gave the ratchet to my lookers, we robbin' drug dealers |
| Wavin' sticks, empty clips, we bring the malice to the pushers |
| The havoc to the trappers, got a package, then we took it |
| Tell them rappers we got fully automatics if you push us (We got them sticks, |
| nigga) |
| And if you static, I’ma patch in with the Butcher |
| Far as rap, we made it hard for a faggot to overlook us |
| Yeah, went to my old block and parked the Masi' on it |
| Stick on the backseat case anybody want it (What's the problem, nigga?) |
| Two thousand on my feet, that’s just how I be on it |
| We don’t respect your gun if ain’t no body on it, huh |
| You see Conway performin', know a shotty on him |
| I still get a brick and do karate on it |
| These niggas hatin' but that’s not important |
| I just hop in foreign (Yeah) |
| Watches got forty pointers like I was Jordan, Machine |
| Stand tall and face all your fears |
| Hold your head and wipe all your tears |
| Many nights, will be nobody there |
| You gotta promise yourself you never give up |
| You gotta jump (You gotta jump) |
| You gotta jump (You gotta jump) |
| You gotta jump |
| Tell me what do you have left to lose? |