This song is real talk. People don't want you unless they can put you in some box. Check out Lauryn Hill's "I Get Out" . That industry is about blood and souls. They could care less about the things we glamorize , idolize,and desire. It's about mind, body and ultimately your Soul. Beware🙏🙏🙏🙏🙏🙏🙏🙏🙏🙏🙏😇😇😇😇😇😇🙏🙏🙏🙏🙏🙏🙏🙏🙏🙏
The way i hit my rhtmes im all on it im big balling when they see me i pull up like a Rottweiler big chains nice car nice rims I've been in the game for a minute and if you see me I'm never quitting I'm hella fresh Trap9 back at it never lost it always kept it fresh
This Is My Favorite Hip-Hop Song - ClassicHipHopInstrumentals - Back Then - Mike Jones Money Train LLC [Produced By Gary Clark Jr. Salih Williams Dirty Water] [Year: 2005] [Album: Who Is Mike Jones?] [Directed By Dr. Teeth]
[Chorus] Back then hoes didn't want me, now hot hoes all on me Back then hoes didn't want me, now hot hoes all on me, I said Back then hoes didn't want me, now hot hoes all on me Back then hoes didn't want me, now hot hoes all on me, I said Back then hoes didn't want me, now hot hoes all on me Back then hoes didn't want me, now hot hoes all on me, I said Back then hoes didn't want me, now hot hoes all on me Back then hoes didn't want me, now hot hoes all on me, I said [Verse 1] Befo' I came up in the game these hoes didn't show no love They see me in the club and used to treat me like a scrub They wouldn't holla cause my dollars wasn't swoll enough I bet they change they mind when them 84's come rollin up They see that I'm a star, now they wanna sit in my car Now they wanna count my cheese, smoke my weed and sip my barre now They used to love to me diss me, now they rush to hug and kiss me now They tellin' all they friends when I leave how they miss me now 2 8 1, 3 3 oh, 8 0 0 4 Hit Mike Jones up on the low cause Mike Jones about to blow Befo' the ice was in my grill, before I got my major deal These hoes wouldn't give a damn if I was heah, geah Befo' the ice was in my grill, before I got my major deal These hoes wouldn't give a damn if I was heah, geah Befo' the ice was in my grill, before I got my major deal These hoes wouldn't give a damn if I was heah, geah - because [Verse 2] I remember back den, most of them hoes couldn't stand me But now them same hoes beggin me to pull down they panties A couple of 'em said I was cute but I was just too chubby Same size a year later the same hoes wanna fuck me Because they see me paid, pimpin pens, workin my jelly And I ain't trippin' cause my pockets stick out mo' than my belly They know I'm paid, livin' laid in the shade Two slabs in the Escalade with fo' or five estates Then know that I got it made, I'm a motherfuckin baller she would Want a nigga now but I ain't got no time to call her I'ma stall her like she stalled me, now she tryna call me Bitch I'ma dog yo' hoe ass like you dogged me I'm Mike Jones, don't act like you don't know the name Ain't nothin' changed but my change, I'ma stay the same I'm Mike Jones, don't act like you don't know the name Ain't nothin' changed but my change, I'ma stay the same [Verse 3] Befo' my paper came, befo' I got my fame These hoes that's poppin on me now didn't even know my name They said my flow was lame, they said I had no game I told 'em all I was fin' to blow they thought I was insane But then my name started blowin up quick, now they jumpin on my dick Cause they see me on the rise and oh now my paper thick But then my name started blowin up quick, now they jumpin on my dick Because they see me on the rise and oh now my paper thick
They say they knew me Back Then When I was killing my competition I’m on a mission I’m Still Tippin I’m so lethal with this pen If I catch you slipping put the clip in with This mic I’ll be gripping Don’t worry the slaughtering is About to begin Im a psychopathic killa Who’s bout to skin a babysitter with a Potato peeler and Bust you’re face open and Spill blood all over the entertainment center I will never bend or fold My heart gets cold as a Froze lake in the winter Put you’re guts in the blender After I mixed that shit up together That’s when I’m gonna eat yo ass for dinner Digging you’re grave you better pray Before I destroy all you sinners When you feel the wrath of demon and Summoned the spirit of Hannibal Lector Put your body on a stretcher I have a split personality Who’s coming to wreck ya Thinking about going for the juggler vein Picking apart everyone of you hecklers When I leave bloodstains on Whoever laughed at me You finna see You’re worst nightmare come to life so This will be your reality Between you and i This is my twisted fantasy When I bury you six feet deep They say it’s greener on the side When you turn over a new leaf so Let me order you a bowl of salad because I’m pretty sure you don’t want this beef I’m a beast Somebody better call a priest I’m the demon in that Ouija board You have unleashed I’m the last of a dying breed I’m bout to prey on this beat Once I strike you won’t see it coming Because my killing is unique My technique Is bizarre and Ill I aim to kill You don’t want me to bust this heat Don’t ever test my skills This might get real When get you’re cap spilled Catch another dead body On these streets I don’t wanna hear another peep or I’ll put you haters to sleep You won’t be counting sheep You’ll be counting How many body parts I can dismember Before I lay you to rest in the dirt Underneath You mention my name again You’ll be rotting in the ground with You’re crooked ass teeth Something reeks Oh wait that’s me with All this shit I put out there’s no doubt That I haven’t even reach my peak Who the hell you think You talking to When you talking about Mike Jones I’m bout break you’re bones Once I get locked in the zone and Pick my target I’ll aim it at you’re dome So you better get you’re Broke ass home and Leave me the fuck alone Let me tell you something About this great man He had the whole World in his hands To every boy and girl He was the eater of worlds Sometimes he would make you Scream in you’re dreams When he rips you’re face off Because He was The Fiend He will be missed by many Including me so RIP to Windham Rotunda also Known as Bray Wyatt Even tho he’s missed At least he’s with Brodie Lee aka Luke Harper the Wyatt Family has Reunited When the firefly’s come out at night It’s gonna be fun a Wise man once said Once you see me run I guess I meet you in hell Give you the kiss of death and Hit you with Sister Abigail I’m talking about the witch Throw you in a ditch It’s gonna take some time to Get you’re grave dig Eat you alive like Husky the Pig You can’t hurt me Im about to make you suffer like Mercy the Buzzard Grab the hatchet You ain’t gonna do nothing Pick you apart and rip out the stuffing like Rambling Rabbit When you enter the Firefly Fun House There’s No Way Out Keep running you’re mouth I’m gonna squash you like a mouse and Buried you’re body behind the couch
I’m way changed but stayed strange pains made me lane change adapted like I’m ambidextrious man the best be us I can hit with you that heavy stuff and mix with that light shit Rhyming with the right gifts living thru this crisis like corona virus my flow be Mitas cause I got that magic touch flying with a magic bus cause the traffic sucks people sayin nasty stuff the raps be tough got knocked down but HE patched me up I don’t do this for the flashy stuff I’m fone living with the basic shit wore living in the matrix glitch life beat me up had me crying on some baby shit I ain’t here to baby sit I paint rap with crazy gifts he made this I’m about to Navy this like seal team six I’m a real fiend mixed with a man who’s trying to love like a saint people like to say I can’t until I do it smooth like gravy man fade ive always made ways praying that the hate fades strugtle thru this games maze keeping to the same page writing
Keep the gun off safe so be safe suit and tie on just in case take a step back let the glock spray bow down Kiss the ring save by the bell I’ll let it ring young Rasta in this ting young King naw mean you pussies to sweet chocolate ice cream back then talking way back no shovel I can dig that it’s a wrap so put a ribbon on that get the strap F that show me where the stash at where I’m from you tell we hide the stash guns and a ski mask drop the work in the pool making a big splash
@Tyler P Exactly. Mike Jones killed this beat by himself with some good storytelling. This song hit home for the average guy that got passed over but overcame
