Jim Jones Love Me No More Instrumental

Video Title :	Jim Jones Love Me No More Instrumental
Description :	Jim Jones The Game Love Me No More Instrumental Chorus: Now how u gon' tell me you don't love me no more (How you gon' tell me that?) Cuz I'm out here getting this bread (You hatin on this paper chase?) Tryna get my Momma a crib (Shit don't even sound right) Tryna get up out the ghetto Now how the Hood talkin bout they don't need me no more (What'chu want me stuck in the ghetto, listen imma get out) Cuz a mu'fucka push that GT (Then you what, Imma come back for the niggas need to be reached for) It's a problem tryna take that from me (You niggas is slippin) Cuz im packin heavy metal uhhuh I hear the streets talking funny (shit) So I laugh (haha) tell em keep talking funny (keep talking funny) Imma keep talking money (yup) And all different types (what) The yens and the pounds (pounds) Nigga just for spite push, the Bentley round town (sparrows) Tripin' in ice I still be up town (Harlem) I hear em kicking up dirt on my name (so what) But I could clean em up like detergent on a stain Or ill beam em up we got birdies on the chain (easy) Respect my mind or respect my grind (cause what) Gone to the bank when its cheque signing time (okay) Its Tito Borough when it's jet flying time (clear-port) And we so thorough we the set fly or die (Dip Set) The bitches funny I'm talking bout life (yup) It was Sunday to Sunday on New York's chilly nights (that's right) And we was hungry nauseas for a bite But if the world's apple pie of course you want a slice (yup) Chorus Now how u gon' tell me you don't love me no more (hoe you gon' tell me that Cuz Im out here getting this bread (you hatin on this paper chase) Tryna get my Momma a crib Tryna get up out the ghetto How the Hood Talkin bout they don't need me no more Cuz a mu'fucka push that GT It's a problem tryna take that from me Cuz im packin (Jones) heavy metal uhhuh Heard somebody speak my name, but death was next to it (pray for me) My next breath was let's do it (kid) Got me runnin through the game with my vest and my best shooters (who's next) Best of event VVS and best ya jewellers (new year) Nigga outta lame ya shit, gets chewed up (get em) And im tryna kill the pain with like two sluts (what's up baby) Use to say money ain't a thang to I blew up (what) Then money's everything, but that thang can break your crew up (true stills) Where did love go? (where) And where does that leave us? (where we at) They holdin' grudges on how they receive us (fa sho) And show the judges on how they perceive us Hate to see a thug Nigga whip the forein features (ballin) Secretary's that Condoleza (yup) Cash first, secondary we use the visa (uh huh) Blast first, never worry about police cuffs (nope) Ya either leave us or you free us I need money! Chorus: Now how u gon' tell me you don't love me no more Cuz I'm out here getting this bread Tryna get my Momma a crib Tryna get up out the ghetto How the Hood talkin bout they don't need me no more Cuz a mu'fucka push that GT It's a problem tryna take that from me Cuz I'm packin heavy metal http://www.lyricsmania.com http://www.metrolyrics.com
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Rating :	4.87
Keywords, Tags :	jim jones the game love me no more instrumental akon rihanna timbaland t-pain hip-hop rap lyrics
Video Length :	2 : 42

Comments :

the times come/ to retrieve your stelo/ the last to go/ the last to repeat no wack intro/ transforming mc's get too slick with the verbal/ and forget about the human nature in this/ one in a million /theres/ WAR and Peace trying to balance out //with the evil/ that crowds/ futures calling out/ to warn you of the point of no return/ the time you save yourself/ from hates over powering trial/ in life/ can put you behind bars BEST to reroute/ rebuild /for the next level is/ /sick

clear the the way please everybody step aside/this is my time, i can see the spotlight/in my eyes making me temporarily blind/but behind the obscured vision is the fightin eyes/of a true rap warrior, i dont mean to worry ya/but im on my way there u best find cover/but then i snap back and realise that its just rap/not an all out brawl nothin like that/its a test of mental and verbal endurance/it dont matter if love yourself you're judged by an audience... my written stuff's deeper than this....

now you can see/ what its like/ to be hunted down /livin with the lok crowd /never to back down// backslides of faith/ makeing it out/ alive /what drugg me back /to this mental seclusion/ institution /groupin/ into the night/ enter the hypes/ point of views/ nows the time/ you know whats next/ robb these frogs/ leaping to the better cost/ to be the frost/ cold as ice/ where you at ?/looseing your mind// to come up and diss the ones that got you started

where did u get this beat from fam

damn yo good song and coures( how u gonna tell me u dont love me no more ect.) but wit jim jones?omg they could of done better

this Song and beat is too Deep!

Got damn Jim U & Cam gotta work it out, Ya'll My Niggas 4real! Dipset! ~0ne~

dis sound like sumthin i could blast at night..dis shyt is hard

Error on lyrics...its Teterboro not Tito Borough

lool thumbs down for telling you the guy who produced this beat? lool aaight