Jim Jones - Make No Issues of It (with Lyrics & Subtitles)
Search, synchronize, and download lyrics in LRC and SRT formats for YouTube music videos by videoID or Title.
You can preview or test subtitles before downloading them.
Note: Some words may be censored. This is for preview only.
You will receive the uncensored version when you download it.
(optional) Use the buttons below or the keyboard shortcuts "G" or "H" to adjust subtitle synchronization before downloading.
The available subtitles for the media will be listed below.
When available, click to load or test subtitles from the list below.
Note: Some words may be censored. This is for preview only.
You will receive the uncensored version when you download it.
Jim Jones - Make No Issues of It (en) Lyrics
by RentAnAdviser.com
And I ain't here to make
no issues of it
When we ball, even the feds
took pictures of it (Capo)
And I ain't here to make
no issues of it (Facts)
When we ball, even the feds
took pictures of it
They wouldn't understand, before the
'Gram, what we did in public
I came to your block to point 'em
out, like, "What nigga was it?"
Got these niggas hatin' 'cause
these bitches love it
Lover's Lane, they know we love the
game, we hit the strip and hug it
Bros before hoes, watch as niggas
put a bitch above it
Shit, the Rollie froze, I'm talkin'
drippin', every bit is flooded
I drop stacks out at Barney's
Lookin' like we at war, I'm wearin'
a shirt that say 'Army'
Rambo in a Lambo, Valentino Campbell
For the soldiers that we lost we
pour Ace and light a candle
And I don't rap for your convenience
I pop war inside a store, right
in back of the convenience
And I, I still pack gats
above the penis
Nigga neck lookin' like he
practice with Serena
Call my lawyer, I ain't
jackin' no subpoena
Feelin' like Pac, yellin', "What's
brackin'?" out the Bimmer
Havin' nightmares, but Lord
knows I'm a dreamer
Wakin' up scremain' ow my dead
lawyer could lean her
Should I go deeper? (Should I?)
Should I go deeper?
Like the one-time when I
had the street sweeper
Mad slow, very eager to pull
up on a nigga, like
"What you did?" On that nigga like
"Who this for?" For them niggas like
For them niggas like
Fuck the politics, fuck the policies
Don't apply for loans, we ain't got
checks for your college fees
The only world we recognize are
the tech and the 'nologies
I know Ghostface Killah's like, on
these sweats and these wallabees
I'm in your halls with Taj
Mahals and some red caps
My country got the gall to be
appalled by some red hat
Don't trip, get your panties in
a bunch 'cause I said that
I went around with a bunch of
niggas that let lead cap
I'm a product of where I'm
from, but me and my neighbor
are nothin' alike
He was a pumper, I was lieutenant and
we was both hustlin' white, uh
Oppositions never changed
the customer's price
I was right there for the whole thing,
of course we adjusted the price
Now I cop watch and then
I bust 'em on sight
Gold Rollie's lookin' like ace
of spades and buckets of ice
Drop a kilo on Cuba and then
I crush it with ice
Slow down, young man, please don't
rush through this life
These niggas buy Chanel, spend
money on lots of fail
Iceberg Smurf, where the
fuck is the Gargamel?
My ladies stay drippy,
boy back from where?
See Superman havin' brunch
at Bagatelle (Chill)
Nigga, chill, let this
whole thing spill
All at your head, couple
more on the grill
Want beef with the smoke?
Couple more on the grill
I ain't lost a step,
y'all better chill
For real
Better chill
Watch it
Watch your step, youngin
We just fuckin' around
Please support me on PATREON Thank you!