Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Magnum Force , by - Jim Jones. Song from the album Dopium, in the genre Рэп и хип-хопRelease date: 04.08.2014
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: Babygrande
Song language: English
Magnum Force |
| Uh-huh, Jones, one-two, one-two |
| G’s up, you know who I am, Jones, the struggle |
| New York’s mine |
| Can it be it was all so simple |
| Imagine me in the Porsche, when I spin through |
| I lost my fitted when the wind blew |
| Down in Miami, when we floss, no Winstons |
| Looking for some ice cream, hooked on the night scene |
| Way back when Eric B. was a 'mic fiend' |
| What about the pipe fiends, got 'em in line |
| Sell 'em all pipe dreams, I was on my grind |
| Now I’m in my prime like 36 Chambers |
| Pull through your block with like thirty-six rangers |
| Don’t say it, we dangerous, give a fair warning |
| Party til the morning, to the last call |
| Go hard, nigga, 'cause when it rain it starts pouring |
| You a nigga sleep, like you snoring |
| My niggas creep like they crawling |
| Pray for you niggas, oh, lord, could you pray for this nigga? |
| See me ride and creep through the night in the fog |
| Heat’s to your skull, 'cause this time, it’s on |
| (It's a jungle out here) Nowhere to run, you in the eye of the storm |
| Sing your goodbyes, 'cause this time, you’re gone |
| (Boy, we rumble out here) You want forgiveness, pray to the Lord |
| You live by the sword, you die by the sword |
| (It's a jungle out here) Kick down your door, show no remorse |
| Ah, fuck it, magnum force, get 'em |
| Yo, it’s danger when the beat loops, hard like Sheek Louch |
| God got a sweet tooth for white broads and fleetwoods |
| Drive-by music, watch when the jeep swoop |
| Three wolves jumped out, armored up, neat roof |
| Them dudes eat fruit, pick it right, off the tree |
| Deep roots in the street, that’s right, I’m a G |
| These boots don’t walk from the Hill to France |
| Dunn, shout out to dance hall, gorilla stance |
| Make, killas glance, heads, start popping |
| Police just watch, hoes, start clocking |
| Foes can’t block 'em, your spine is jelly |
| But mine is gully, my insides is ugly |
| And I shine with my hat low, behind the skully |
| It’s Zilla, Zilla, with the monster belly |
| And my hands stay steady, I move in silence |
| But I’m, ready to live, nigga, Christopher Wallace |
| See me ride and creep through the night in the fog |
| Heat’s to your skull, 'cause this time, it’s on |
| (It's a jungle out here) Nowhere to run, you in the eye of the storm |
| Sing your goodbyes, 'cause this time, you’re gone |
| (Boy, we rumble out here) You want forgiveness, pray to the Lord |
| You live by the sword, you die by the sword |
| (It's a jungle out here) Kick down your door, show no remorse |
| Ah, fuck it, magnum force, get 'em |
| Okay, uh, you ain’t that hard to go against U-God |
| Bitch, I keep squeezing til you dead or a retard |
| Walk past your block with my Glock and my iPod |
| Hoodie over, bandana, and flip your little Rover over |
| If it’s a jungle, I’m a silverback, strip down it |
| Aston Martin through the hood, fiends wipe down it |
| Real hip hop, you looking for it, just found it |
| It’s like punishment, the way a nigga stay grounded |
| Humble, but I rumble, bang you |
| Throw up the W, niggas’ll Wu-Tang you |
| D-Block, I let it pop for the G-O-D |
| Mad bitches in the club, homey, you know me |
| I got paper, I urinate a couple G |
| Whitey’s looking like, who he suppose to be? |
| Don Gorilla, a/k/a Donny G |
| Love crime, U-God, one more time, let’s go |
| See me ride and creep through the night in the fog |
| Heat’s to your skull, 'cause this time, it’s on |
| (It's a jungle out here) Nowhere to run, you in the eye of the storm |
| Sing your goodbyes, 'cause this time, you’re gone |
| (Boy, we rumble out here) You want forgiveness, pray to the Lord |
| You live by the sword, you die by the sword |
| (It's a jungle out here) Kick down your door, show no remorse |
| Ah, fuck it, magnum force, get 'em |