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    "Beautiful Noise" Lyrics

    The Diplomats feat. Cam'ron

    [Jim Jones]
    My homey Cash, well he gone for five
    Send my prayers, do your thing, I'll be going for mine
    Shit, we live life to the fullest
    Three hundred and sixty five nights on the strike, that's a bullet
    Shit, and uncle Ricky got a month and some change
    And it feels like the garbage truck just dumping the pain
    All on my shoulders, I'm warning my soldiers
    The nights could get chilly, but the morning's much colder
    I've seen summers get cold
    And niggaz do it up until the point they done and the fold
    They can't succumb to the cold

    Those of frostbitten, up north sitting, just like some fucking lost kittens
    They get locked up for carrying boy
    Doing time underground up in Marion, boy
    Shit, I respect you
    You do your time like Gotti, and come home like that Marion boy

    [Chorus: Cam'Ron + Jim Jones - repeat 2X]
    You got weed? Smoke it, You got dice? Roll it
    You got guns? Shoot it, You got a ho? Stroke it
    You got money? Spend it, You got cars? Whip 'em
    You caught a bid? Do it, You got kids? Love 'em, hug 'em

    [Jim Jones]
    I gotta keep striving, I gotta keep moving, I gotta keep grinding
    If this was the road, and I was a trucker, then shit man, I gotta keep driving
    Through the lies and deception, had to ride through neglection
    I'm an insomniac, up all night, pops and moms was an addict, shit
    My puffing scums is a habit

    I need me a contingency plan, my pops with the syringe in his hand
    He was leaning and nodding
    Uncle Ricky your mission is like Afeni was Robin
    Shit, you should've seen the apartment
    All I ever wanted was franks and beans I was starving
    Crack fiends on the carpet, shit
    But if it wasn't for grandma
    I swear I'm in love with my grandma
    That's why I only does it for grandma
    That's when I roll in the street
    I pray she covers me from the crown of my head, to the sole of my feet


    I figured its means as a minor, huh
    Look at the foods ad fibers
    The dude with the cubes will snipe ya

    More tools then snider
    Exclusive writer
    The jewels are fire
    I learned don't fool with rider from pop
    I don't need a gun, just a screwdriver
    Two tires, two pliers, a wrench and a few wires, shit
    I take it all from the buyers
    Bonfire, all from a lighter, call me "Macgyver"
    Need a rehab I'll call up Shania
    Bitch hungry, good, we gonna stall in papaya
    Take your recession special, yeah you less then special
    Me and Jim Jones, extra special
    Check it, Dre to Snoop, Gotti to Ja
    Dame to Jigga, Puff to Big, D n' Y
    Doggy you next up, get your respect up
    Or a vest can't protect you when I hit you in your chest, duck
    The big heads done pushed me
    You gotta be sex: dickheads is pussy, killa
    I bring the hammers to the gunfight
    One night stand, only standing for one night
    Doggy, cause when it come to that cash
    No homo, I will jump in that ass, jump and I flash
    Then jump in that jag, jumpsuit
    Jump back from the coroner, I have you jump in that bag
    Come with that cash

    This song was submitted on January 20th, 2005 and last modified on November 28th, 2016.
    Written by Cam'ron Giles, Henri Charlemagne, Jimmy Jones, Michael Durio.
    Lyrics licensed by LyricFind.

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