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Jim Jones - Dust & Powder (feat. Jadakiss)
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Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Jim Jones
Jim Jones
Vocals
Jadakiss
Jadakiss
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Cynthia El Demari Biggs
Cynthia El Demari Biggs
Songwriter
Dexter Wansel
Dexter Wansel
Songwriter
Gregory Green
Gregory Green
Songwriter
Jason Phillips
Jason Phillips
Songwriter
Joseph Guillermo Jones II
Joseph Guillermo Jones II
Songwriter
Sean Thomas
Sean Thomas
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
The Heatmakerz
The Heatmakerz
Producer

Lyrics

[Verse 1]
Done talkin' to a **** that only sell dust & powder
Fuck a bitch
Use her for her crib, just a shower
With just some Diddy cribbin'
At party, we puff for hours
Till the light came up
Who said this life ain't us
Still fall to the block in the drop
Tear a dice game up
Still shed a tear when my green light name up
'Cause you've been poverty stricken
Through the pain of my heart to the whippin'
Five Rollies and wind 'em up
And they still don't start tickin'
I'm the bomb like somethin' under the car ticket
Jeans out of Neiman stacks
Coats by the sacks
Hood **** still could turn coke in the crack
If  beef at the smokin' with the smokin', all that
If you ever hear me speak then I spoke in all facts
Told my bitch, just chill, I call back
Wish God had a line in heaven
A cold stack
Black nine eleven
Off whites matchin' the ball cap like
[Verse 2]
We uptown
We got the phones on somethin' goin' up and down
We spent twenty on bottles that up and down
We cop watches from jewelers to bust 'em down
Yeah
We uptown
'Bout to hop on the jet, we touchin' down
Shit that was far fetched is nothin' now
We just opened the pound, we puffin' now like
[Verse 3]
You're talkin' to a **** that only sold dust & powder
K had the dippers
Gus had the sour
Rule number one, never fuck with the cowards
Nothin' is mines
Everything is ours
High ceilin's
Art decor
Is mad furniture but you could still hear the echo
Young wild **** can't wait to let the tech go
Come up off the chain 'cause he ain't gon' let your neck go
No gimmicks
Straight image
I'm a product of the heroin epidemic
Some **** got rich
Others got apprehended
Some were street smart
Others had academics
Big engines
Major transmissions
Key to the tunnel was a major transition
Yeah, we was on the damn mission
A hunnid and fifty bundles in the mornin'
Man, listen
[Verse 4]
What, what
We uptown
We got the phones on somethin' goin' up and down
We spent twenty on bottles that up and down
We cop watches from jewelers to bust 'em down like
Yeah
We uptown
'Bout to hop on the jet, we touchin' down
Shit that was far fetched is nothin' now
We just opened the pound, we puffin' now like
Written by: Cyntha Biggs, Dexter Wansel, Gregory G. Green, Jason Phillips, Joe Lawrence, Joseph Jones, Seon Thomas
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