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Artiste: J. Stone
Titre: No Time (Remix)

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Woo
Yeah, zone, zone
Gang

This that "Eats meets West" shit, that Swizzy on the beat (Gang)
J. Stone in the X shit, this strictly for the streets (Talk to 'em, Stone)
Come visit my section, all my niggas tryna eat (Yeah)
Just got a phone call, I heard they let the dog off the leash (Woo)
Sheesh, nigga, we the heart of these streets
Fuck who next, I got now, I go hard, I'm a beast (Woo)
From East coast to West coast, from L.A. to N.Y. (Talk that talk)
Jumped out the Lambo', hopped in the Wraith
Pulled up on Dave East with some Ace of Spades (Woo)
All these foreigns back to back in a major way (Yes)
Nigga, we goin' back to back, knockin' out these tapes (Damn)
Best to both coasts, we do the most, la cosa nostra
God got me, fuck lookin' over my shoulder (Yeah)
This that "Eats meets West" shit, that Swizzy on the beat
J. Stone in the X shit, this strictly for the streets (Ayy)

Ayy, got no time for you fakers
Middle fingers up and a .9 for you haters, ayy-ayy
I grind for the paper (Yes)
Everybody talkin' but they never touchin' paper, ayy-ayy
Got no time for you fakers
I be out the country, on my grind for the paper, ayy-ayy
Don't care about you haters (Nah)
I'ma shoot you now, then we'll never talk later, ayy-ayy (Haha)

I do this for the ones that have no sense of direction (Woo)
I'm talkin' 'bout life, I ain't talkin' 'bout GPS-in' (Yeah)
He just gettin' right, and they talkin' 'bout "He be flexin"
But I forgot, bitch-ass niggas, they need affection (Uh-huh)
They hit the town, they need some bottles, they need a section (Yeah)
You know me, get me some weed, get me and F.N. (That's it)
I do my work, I make it home, and that's a blessing (Blessed)
A nigga get shot in the dome and that's a lesson (Woo, hey)
Dudes like to raise, they tone but that's aggression (That's all)
The .357 was chromed and that's a Wesson (Hmm)
If I made you feel some kind of way, that's an impression (I'm sorry)
But I'm just tellin' you how I feel, that's an expression (Haha)
Realistic (Uh), Rollie on the wrist shit (Yeah)
Know I'm on some X shit, you know he on some Nip shit (Nip)
Knicks with the spread, money line on the Lakers (Woo)
Middle fingers up, got no time for you fakers (What's up?)

Ayy, got no time for you fakers (Uh-uh)
Middle fingers up and a .9 for you haters, ayy-ayy
I grind for the paper (Yes)
Everybody talkin' but they never touchin' paper, ayy-ayy
Got no time for you fakers
I be out the country, on my grind for the paper, ayy-ayy
Don't care about you haters (Damn)
I'ma shoot you now, then we'll never talk later, ayy-ayy

This that "Eats meets West" shit, that Swizzy on the hook (Woo)
Rollie crown on the left wrist, we made it out the hood
Hatin' mines, that's a death wish, let's make that understood
From West coast to East coast to N.Y. to L.A. (Damn)
They press play, I was just before the water in The Bay ('Fore the water in the bay)
Took a trip to H. Town and pulled up on Tray (Pulled up on Tray, woo)
Cashed out the Louis store later on that day (Talk that talk)
T.I. tapped in, I told him I was on my way
Started from the bottom, now niggas at the top (Woo)
But some niggas at the bottom, they gon' hate when you on top
Hate to see you on the billboards, rather see you on the block
They rather see a nigga locked up than see you on the lot (Damn)
Pullin' off in some foreign, they rather see you in a box
Light one for Nip and light two more for Big and Pac (Yeah)
This that "Eats meets West" shit, that Swizzy on the hook
Rollie crown on the left wrist, we made it out the hood (It out the hood)

Woo