Don't Work U Don't Eat Lyrics - Singles - Mike Jones

[Hook - 2x] 

If you don't work you don't eat, you don't grind you don't shine 

No if's and's or but's, bottom line 

That's why I'm on a mission, to keep the paper flipping 

I got's to get a house, before I start wood gripping 

[Mike Jones] 

Ninety percent grinding, ten percent sleep 

I peep game when I'm asleep, I hold heat when I creep 

I'm Mike Jones I hold chrome, wreck microphones 

I flip in my slab, all alone 

I wish a motherfucker would, try to steal my leather wood 

It's gon be no good, understood 

Cause I shoot strays, and when the techs play 

I'll have you looking like a clown that's on x-ray, I don't delay 

When it come to shooting bullets, you talk down I'ma pull it 

Represent this gangsta shit, to the fullest 

I pack a ruger and get to spraying, like Freddy Kruger 

You talk down on Mike Jones, and nigga I'll do you 

Cause I ain't tripping, I got the ruger ripping 

While I'm flipping, Expeditions 

Come in Mike Jones home, and I'll shoot shots till your teeth missing 

First round draft picks, you come at us wrong 

And you will be dismissed, Mike Jones 

[Hook - 2x] 

[Magno] 

It's Magno, I don't mind I let a stray bullet cross 

But if you got beef cool, I got the A-1 sauce 

You must forgot I pack a big mack, I run in Mickey D's 

Pop your ass up, leave you bleeding on your big mac 

Get you bent like a car fender, I fight dirty 

I'm throwing bottles in the club, like a bar tender 

Fuck fighting fair, niggaz remember who won 

In these H-Town streets, you gotta remember your gun 

You don't wanna get stuck, with the filth 

You don't want a hospital trip, with IV's stuck in your wrist 

My best advice is dog stay in your spot, cause these bullets 

Got a mind of they own, they hate to stay in the glock 

You like to see what two snappers cost, we got techs 

To your chest, bout to make you look like apple sauce 

So if you want a sample, I got seventeen reasons 

To make folks forget about you, like Tevin Campbell 

[Hook - 2x] 

[Mike Jones] 

You might see me in a Lac, four 18's black on black 

Sitting low holding gat, waiting for a nigga to jack 

When it's time I get crunk, I got rugers I got pumps 

My name show when I pop trunk, Mike Jones is no punk 

I got hoes down to die for me, niggaz down to ride for me 

I got friends I got rivalries, a lot of niggaz watching me 

You can look but don't touch, cause if you touch then I bust 

Swishahouse Swishablast, if y'all didn't know we can't be touched 

[Magno] 

We can't be touched, because we move like powder 

And I don't mind shooting at a nigga, if his mood is sour 

I'm a technique flower, this ain't New York 

But you better stay undercover, like Malik Yober 

Cause we looking for you, big guns forty times 

We not from San Francisco, but we got forty nines 

And if you prolly heard the gat, it was me 

Trigga pull cause I run with the wolves, like Wally Servedat 

[Hook - 4x]