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Where we at? Boldy James (Mr. Jackson), real name James Clay Jones III Was involved in a two-car accident (227) that happened in the Detroit metropolitan area (What else?) He was taken to the hospital in critical condition, suffering from broken vertebrae in his neck and other severe injuries (Two-way, deuce, siete) But after undergoing extensive surgery on his nеck (Yeah), he was taken out of ICU in stablе condition This drug zone shit is so for real (What else?) Long live Slick, welcome home Lord Chill They know that my blow be the real deal, Holyfield (Blocks) East Warren to Cadillac and I ain't talkin' no Seville Thuggin' in the bus at Ruff and Finn in the Choke and Kill Ran'd it up on Schoolcraft down the street from Roller Wheels (Yeah) Thousand beans a day, hit your town with a bowl of pills With or without the rap game, I got dope for sale Nigga disrespect the gang, send them to the Holy Grail You gotta weigh me off the rig to never own the scale Ghetto nigga, I love pretty bitches with ponytails (Ayy) All my killers, standin' on the business, live from Soldier Field Free all my guys in that federal holding cell Started out on Gilchrist, now we packin' lunches Catching buses on them field trips Satchel full of trail mix (Sack up), stood up on my wheelchair In brand new Chanel kicks, only gang member never had to do a jail stint Real ConCreature, mixin' 'Miri with the Helmut Hunnid in my chop', buck fifty in my Kel-Tec Songtexte(Stood on the business like I'm twelve six) Hunnid in my chop', buck fifty in my Kel-Tec Real ConCreature, mixin' 'Miri with the Helmut Hunnid in my chop', buck fifty in my Kel-Tec (You hear me? Yeah) Hunnid in my chop', buck fifty in my Kel-Tec Had to place another field bet (Cha ching) Invested in the pill press and ran me up a real check Three weeks ago was paralyzed, my people's all was terrified Been had a blue check, but in the streets you know I'm verified Got a sale for two P's of powder and a brick in the Cherokee Right after I do these three hours of physical therapy (I gotta work out) Countin' my blessings, don't know why he keep sparing me Got a house around my neck and a kit full of clarity A half brick of Dolly Parton, Molly by the carton Too many chop sueys, you know I got a arson Some of my best clio, always be trying to bargain Serving on the late-night show, like I'm Johnny Carson They call me Mr. 1008, 'cause of what I be charging Big 227, Sig Sauer, this is not a Larkin (227) Might pull up in a UFO, but I'm not a martian Off a lot of cough syrup, hoodie Gallery Dept Real ConCreature, mixin' 'Miri with the Helmut Hunnid in my chop', buck fifty in my Kel-Tec (Switches on switches) Hunnid in my chop', buck fifty in my Kel-Tec Real ConCreature, mixin' 'Miri with the Helmut Hunnid in my chop', buck fifty in my Kel-Tec (Put that switchy on me, ya heard?) Hunnid in my chop', buck fifty in my Kel-Tec Been five days since I broke out of rehab They had me in there depending on the meds Poppin' me, pokin' me Skin poppin' me, stabbin' me, every.. Three, four fuckin' hours Yeah, got time for that shit Real creature, nigga Screws and rods all in my shit I couldn't do nothin', I couldn't even move my motherfuckin' toes Three weeks ago, nigga I'm back standin' on the business Yeah, back walkin' with my walker Can stand up out my wheelchair strong Where we at? It's the Jacksonville Two-way, deuce, siete Legend of Zelda Game time, mafia, what else? Hell block, Hully Gully, Drug Zone 76 Where we at? Let's get it Aus Songtexte Mania