Atmosphere: Beautiful noise

[Jim Jones]My homey Cash, well he gone for fiveSend my prayers, do your thing, I'll be going for mineShit, we live life to the fullestThree hundred and sixty five nights on the strike, that's abulletShit, and uncle Ricky got a month and some changeAnd it feels like the garbage truck just dumping the painAll on my shoulders, I'm warning my soldiersThe nights could get chilly, but the morning's much colderI've seen summers get coldAnd niggaz do it up until the point they done and the foldThey can't succumb to the coldThose of frostbitten, up north sitting, just like some f**kinglost kittensThey get locked up for carrying boyDoing time underground up in Marion, boyShit, I respect youYou 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 itYou got guns? Shoot it, You got a ho? Stroke itYou got money? Spend it, You got cars? Whip 'emYou caught a bid? Do it, You got kids? Love 'em, hug 'em[Jim Jones]I gotta keep striving, I gotta keep moving, I gotta keepgrindingIf this was the road, and I was a trucker, then shit man, Igotta keep drivingThrough the lies and deception, had to ride through neglectionI'm an insomniac, up all night, pops and moms was an addict,shitMy puffing scums is a habitI need me a contingency plan, my pops with the syringe in hishandHe was leaning and noddingUncle Ricky your mission is like Afeni was RobinShit, you should've seen the apartmentAll I ever wanted was franks and beans I was starvingCrack fiends on the carpet, shitBut if it wasn't for grandmaI swear I'm in love with my grandmaThat's why I only does it for grandmaThat's when I roll in the streetI pray she covers me from the crown of my head, to the sole ofmy feet[Chorus][Cam'Ron]I figured its means as a minor, huhLook at the foods ad fibersThe dude with the cubes will snipe yaMore tools then sniderExclusive writerThe jewels are fireI learned don't fool with rider from popI don't need a gun, just a screwdriverTwo tires, two pliers, a wrench and a few wires, shitI take it all from the buyersBonfire, all from a lighter, call me 'Macgyver'Need a rehab I'll call up ShaniaBitch hungry, good, we gonna stall in papayaTake your recession special, yeah you less then specialMe and Jim Jones, extra specialCheck it, Dre to Snoop, Gotti to JaDame to Jigga, Puff to Big, D n' YDoggy you next up, get your respect upOr a vest can't protect you when I hit you in your chest, duckThe big heads done pushed meYou gotta be sex: dickheads is pussy, killaI bring the hammers to the gunfightOne night stand, only standing for one nightDoggy, cause when it come to that cashNo homo, I will jump in that ass, jump and I flashThen jump in that jag, jumpsuitJump back from the coroner, I have you jump in that bagCome with that cash