Jimmy Cook's

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Jimmy in the kitchen, what's he stiring in the pot. hood rats itching just to get what Jimmy's got. his old lady's bitching cuz she hasn't got a lot, these ops keep on snitching till Jimmy pulls up on the spot. Jimmy ain't got a roof, just a coupe with the stars in it Sleep with the sharks, where the dark got bars in it Park bench prophet, with the Glock and the cartridges Hood know his name, every fiend say he the pharmacist Backstreet chemist, mix pain with the white snow Hand-to-hand dance, moonwalk in the night glow Sirens sing lullabies, lull him in a tight mode Eyes on the skyline, demons in the light pole Cold with the numbers, he don’t even write those Weigh it on a scale, turn crumbs to a kilo Street encyclopedia, pages full of pyro If you talk sideways, outline in the chalk, bro Jimmy keep it quiet, never speaking on a convo Whisper turn a man to a memory pronto Knuckles got history, scars got a barcode Every line cross, he cut it like a barcode Jimmy cooks, yeah the pot stay jumpin’ Roofless king but the block stay pumpin’ Got what you need, he ain't askin’ for nothin’ Cross that line, then the lake start bubblin’ Concrete dreams, with your feet gettin’ heavy Talk to police? you swimmin’ already Jimmy don’t talk, he just move real deadly Whole hood eat when Jimmy got the ready Seen him on the corner with a coat full of frostbite Product so pure make a ghost see a cross light He don't do the talkin’, he enforce what the cost like Wrong word spoken, now your name on a lost kite Lake by the backroads, black water baptize Snitches take a trip, they don't ever come back alive Cement on they feet, let ‘em sink with they bad lies Jimmy call it justice, he just lookin’ through flat eyes No mask needed, face known in the sector Respect or get stretched like a line from a lecture Hollow tips preach, now your soul need a lecture Street got a code, he the harshest professor Hunger made a monster, starvation his mentor Now he feed the block like a trap-house vendor Rain or the drought, he supplyin’ the center Roofless—but he still put the hood on a dinner Cold nights, no ceiling, just the sky full of sin Every loss turned profit, every loss turned a win He don’t pray no more, just reload and spin Where Jimmy stand strong, most would fold and bend Jimmy cooks, yeah the pot stay jumpin’ Roofless king but the block stay pumpin’ Got what you need, he ain't askin’ for nothin’ Cross that line, then the lake start bubblin’ Concrete dreams, with your feet gettin’ heavy Talk to police? you swimmin’ already Jimmy don’t talk, he just move real deadly Whole hood eat when Jimmy got the ready

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