see (Mike Jones) So just walk away and let him be He?s got a shot*** so go back home (Who? Who?) 'Cause you?ll never get Mr. Jones (Mike Jones) I?m back
[Hook:] You can ride all day long Another mike diesel production (Mike Jones) But you'll never catch Mr. Jones (Mr. Jones) He's got a gang that's far
[Hook] You can ride all day long Another mike diesel production (Mike Jones) But you?ll never catch Mr. Jones (Mr. Jones) He?s got a gang that?s far
it like home It's the reason niggaz saying my name like Mike Jones The underground is mine, I treat it like home It's the reason niggaz saying my name like Mike Jones
never came through the hood with a rifle Gunnin' niggaz down 'cause they don't got the right clothes Hit the wrong person 'cause we shoot just like hoes First I was blood thirsty, Mr.-Mr
YEAH!) I ain't Mike Jones, keep my name out'cha mouth bitch (Mike Jones) We can get it crackin if it get to clickin clackin Look at Mr. Jackson, nigga
It seems like everybody knows how I get down Know who I be, homie [Obie Trice:] They say Obie Trice gone, look at him Back then I was Mike Jones, who
the grind I'm in a Benz on Lorenz 24's in the wind My daily routine is pimpin pens I'm Mike Jones who Mike Jones who Mike Jones Swisher House and Body
mr mike row phone he live with mrs jones believe in wrecks yer a fucking mess and winners never quit unlucky night for mr mike cuz you cant cop yer soul mr mike
go Money over bitches and flowers over snitches Money over bitches and flowers over snitches Mr., Mr. Scarface, pistol into yardfish (What the hell is this)? Mr., Mr
Fingers we on the grind I'm in a Benz on Lorenz 24's in the wind My daily routine is pimpin pens I'm Mike Jones -who- Mike Jones -who- Mike Jones Swisher
you want me to cross the border? well come on baby you want me to cross the border? well come on baby (Boobonic) They call me A.J., A.K.A. Ant Jones
ain't in the frame VVS's stay in my chain (bling) they in my ring (There they go) You must of wrote your will already if your sayin our names Hell Rell, Mr
I gotta white, white, white cup You see my white, white, white cup I keep my white, white, white cup (Say, Flip, let your boy Mike Jones) (Get some
through the hood with a rifle Gunnin' niggaz down 'cause they don't got the right clothes Hit the wrong person 'cause we shoot just like hoes First I was blood thirsty, Mr.-Mr
