Emotionless
Jim Jones Lyrics


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Lemme two-twelve wit' you for second, holla at you
True story

Cold sweats (sweaty sheets)
From bad dreams (nightmares)
I hope the Feds don't grab the team
'Cause we been labeled as the trouble makers (Dipset)
We sell whole pies so you ain't got to cut the cake up
Tell no lies, so the Lord come and take us (solemnly swear)
Praise to Allah, hope the Lord He forsake us (pray for me)
And outlaws is what it made us
We live the fast life, and so we ball out major (ballin')
Until I see a ribbon in the sky
Cop plush cars put ribbons on the ride (full speed ahead)
Due to my political ties
I can't roll around without the drip in the ride (East Side)
And if my gun boys ain't heard of ya
You're lightweight I get the young boys to murder ya
You're looking at a cracker's worst nightmare
Young, black, rich and with a fresh pair Nikes
Boy you talk about my life here
Fuck wit' OGs that put dice in the mirror
And they tell me that life's but a gamble
The media will turn your whole life into a scandal

Put my emotions aside (why?)
'Cause they can never take me alive (no)
I'mma ride (I'mma ride)
And don't cry (don't cry)
'Cause Momma raised hell of a thug (I'm a thug)
And if I'm standing in front of the judge (Guess what?)
He can never take me alive (no)
I'mma ride (I'mma ride)
And don't cry (don't cry)
'Cause Momma raised hell of a thug (I'm a thug)
And if I'm standing in front of the judge

Poured off Bentley
Looking like steroids
Jetson car, I'm looking like Elroy
Maserati lookin' like a shark on land
Neiman Marcus edition, contraband
Neiman Marcus I'm in it, shopping and
Five thousand spent on pants, man (man)
Bitches love it, nigga's want it
So bad they wanna take it, but I kill 'em for it (huh)
Believe it, I'm like a bear that ain't get his porridge
You better stay out the forest, warning
It's Santana you fucks,
Money man, make you do a handstand for the bucks
I see you clear, my antennas is up
And that hand-scale is still in my pocket
What you want? (What you want?)
Dough boys in the trap, where ya at? (where ya at?)
Coke dealer's in the hood, what's good? (what's good?)
Boys getting them bricks with the stamp on the shit
Well come meet the man that's stamping them bricks (us)
Fly wit' the Byrds, or lie wit' the dirt
Your corpse, flies will emerge

Put my emotions aside (why?)
'Cause they can never take me alive (no)
I'mma ride (I'mma ride)
And don't cry (don't cry)
'Cause Momma raised hell of a thug (I'm a thug)
And if I'm standing in front of the judge (Guess what?)
He can never take me alive (no)
I'mma ride (I'mma ride)
And don't cry (don't cry)
'Cause Momma raised hell of a thug (I'm a thug)
And if I'm standing in front of the judge

They say your enemies is close, your friends even closer
Listening to 'Pac up ten in the roaster (speeding)
Now, do you wanna ride or die?
Blowin' smoke in the air, getting high as the sky (that purple)
I'm drunk staring B
I need therapy
The paranoia got me thinking conspiracy
Paper on the brain, the brain on the yayo
I make it off the plane I'm a land to a payroll
My right hand to God, put my right hand in the jar (that mixture)
And it all come back, like grams of the hard
You heard of us, the murderers, the most shady (DipSet)
Been on the low lately, the Feds hate me (Jones)
They try to put cuffs on me and my assailants
When I push fees through the streets, they be tailing (speeding)
They try to catch me out of bounds
They know I got pistols if you catch me outta town (loaded)
A thug changes, and love changes
And since 9/11, the price of the drugs changes
(Changes, changes, changes, changes, changes, changes)

Put my emotions aside (why?)
'Cause they can never take me alive (no)
I'mma ride (I'mma ride)
And don't cry (don't cry)
'Cause Momma raised hell of a thug (I'm a thug)
And if I'm standing in front of the judge (Guess what?)
He can never take me alive (no)
I'mma ride (I'mma ride)
And don't cry (don't cry)




'Cause Momma raised hell of a thug (I'm a thug)
And if I'm standing in front of the judge

Overall Meaning

The lyrics to Jim Jones’s song "Emotionless" tell a story of a young black man living a fast life, striving for success in a world that constantly tries to hold him back. Jones talks about the fear of being caught by the Feds or the police, and the burdens that come with his success. He references his political ties that help to keep him safe, and the importance of staying true to oneself, even in the face of adversity. Jones's lyrics also touch on themes of greed, paranoia, and the pressure to maintain a lifestyle that may not be sustainable.


Throughout the song, Jones repeatedly emphasizes the importance of putting his emotions aside in order to succeed. He acknowledges that he is living a dangerous and risky lifestyle, but he remains prideful and unafraid of the consequences. Jones raps with a sense of urgency and passion, conveying the intense emotions and struggles that come with the life he leads.


Overall, "Emotionless" is a powerful and insightful song that sheds light on the challenges and complexities of being a young black man from the streets, navigating the pressures and dangers of a life of fast money and danger.


Line by Line Meaning

Lemme two-twelve wit' you for second, holla at you
Can I have your attention for a second?


True story
What I'm about to tell you is the truth


Cold sweats (sweaty sheets)
I'm having bad dreams that are causing me to sweat profusely


From bad dreams (nightmares)
I'm having scary dreams that are affecting my quality of sleep


I hope the Feds don't grab the team
I'm worried that the authorities will arrest us


'Cause we been labeled as the trouble makers (Dipset)
We have a reputation for causing problems and breaking rules as part of our group, Dipset


We sell whole pies so you ain't got to cut the cake up
We sell large quantities of drugs so that you don't have to divide them into smaller portions


Tell no lies, so the Lord come and take us (solemnly swear)
I solemnly swear to tell the truth so that God may take me when it is my time to go


Praise to Allah, hope the Lord He forsake us (pray for me)
I pray to Allah and hope that God will not abandon me


And outlaws is what it made us
We are outlaws because of the circumstances we were brought up in


We live the fast life, and so we ball out major (ballin')
We enjoy living a fast and luxurious lifestyle


Until I see a ribbon in the sky
I will continue to work and strive towards success


Cop plush cars put ribbons on the ride (full speed ahead)
When I achieve success, I will celebrate and buy myself a luxurious car


Due to my political ties
Because of my connections to certain people or organizations


I can't roll around without the drip in the ride (East Side)
I need to have a certain accessory or symbol on my vehicle to show my affiliation with a particular group or area


And if my gun boys ain't heard of ya
If my associates are not familiar with someone, they are likely insignificant or unimportant


You're lightweight I get the young boys to murder ya
If you pose a threat, I will have my younger associates take care of you


You're looking at a cracker's worst nightmare
I am a young, wealthy Black man who intimidates those who hold racist beliefs


Young, black, rich and with a fresh pair Nikes
I am a wealthy young Black man who likes to wear expensive shoes


Boy you talk about my life here
You are speaking about me and my life


Fuck wit' OGs that put dice in the mirror
I associate with older, experienced men who gamble and play craps


And they tell me that life's but a gamble
My associates tell me that life is unpredictable and risky


The media will turn your whole life into a scandal
The media will twist and exaggerate your personal life and mistakes into a scandalous story


Put my emotions aside (why?)
Ignore my personal feelings and biases


'Cause they can never take me alive (no)
I will resist arrest and possibly die before being taken into custody


I'mma ride (I'mma ride)
I will continue to live my life without fear of the consequences


And don't cry (don't cry)
Do not feel sorry for me


'Cause Momma raised hell of a thug (I'm a thug)
My mother raised me to be a tough and fearless individual


And if I'm standing in front of the judge (Guess what?)
If I am on trial before a judge, guess what I will do?


He can never take me alive (no)
I will resist arrest and possibly die rather than be taken into custody


Poured off Bentley
I'm driving a convertible Bentley with the top down


Looking like steroids
My car looks so powerful and muscular that it resembles steroids


Jetson car, I'm looking like Elroy
My car is so futuristic that it looks like something from The Jetsons and I am the young boy, Elroy, driving it


Maserati lookin' like a shark on land
My Maserati looks aggressive and intimidating like a shark on land


Neiman Marcus edition, contraband
My vehicle is a limited edition model from the upscale retailer, Neiman Marcus, and is likely illegal or prohibited in some way


Neiman Marcus I'm in it, shopping and
I'm shopping at Neiman Marcus and spending a lot of money there


Five thousand spent on pants, man (man)
I am willing to spend $5000 on a single pair of pants


Bitches love it, nigga's want it
Women are attracted to my luxury lifestyle and men are envious


So bad they wanna take it, but I kill 'em for it (huh)
People want to steal from me, but I am willing to use violence to protect my possessions


Believe it, I'm like a bear that ain't get his porridge
I am an angry and unpredictable individual who will lash out if provoked


You better stay out the forest, warning
If you do not want to experience my wrath, stay away from me


It's Santana you fucks,
I am Jim Jones, also known as Santana


Money man, make you do a handstand for the bucks
I am so wealthy and influential that I can make people act foolish for money


I see you clear, my antennas is up
I am aware of my surroundings and can read people well


And that hand-scale is still in my pocket
I still carry a scale used to measure drugs with me at all times


What you want? (What you want?)
What do you want from me?


Dough boys in the trap, where ya at? (where ya at?)
Where are my associates who sell drugs on the street?


Coke dealer's in the hood, what's good? (what's good?)
What is the status of the cocaine dealers in the area?


Boys getting them bricks with the stamp on the shit
My associates are involved in selling drugs that have been marked with a specific stamp or logo


Well come meet the man that's stamping them bricks (us)
Come meet me and my associates who are involved in the drug dealing operation


Fly wit' the Byrds, or lie wit' the dirt
Either join my group, called Byrds, and fly high, or fall to the bottom and associate with criminals


Your corpse, flies will emerge
After you die, your body will rot and attract flies


They say your enemies is close, your friends even closer
People say that your enemies are nearby, but your friends are even closer and more dangerous


Listening to 'Pac up ten in the roaster (speeding)
I'm listening to Tupac Shakur's music while driving recklessly at high speeds


Now, do you wanna ride or die?
Are you willing to take the risk and possibly die for your beliefs or goals?


Blowin' smoke in the air, getting high as the sky (that purple)
I am smoking marijuana and feeling very relaxed and care-free


I'm drunk staring B
I am drunk and staring at a female companion


I need therapy
I am experiencing mental and emotional distress and could benefit from counseling or therapy


The paranoia got me thinking conspiracy
I am very paranoid and believe that people are conspiring against me


Paper on the brain, the brain on the yayo
I am constantly thinking about money and drugs


I make it off the plane I'm a land to a payroll
When I arrive at my destination, I will be paid for my involvement in the drug trade


My right hand to God, put my right hand in the jar (that mixture)
I swear to tell the truth and the whole truth so help me God, and I am also involved in selling drugs


And it all come back, like grams of the hard
The truth will eventually come out, just like drugs or the profits from drug sales


You heard of us, the murderers, the most shady (DipSet)
You have heard of our group, DipSet, who are known for being violent and shady


Been on the low lately, the Feds hate me (Jones)
I have been keeping a low profile recently because the authorities are targeting me


They try to put cuffs on me and my assailants
The police are trying to arrest me and those who work with me


When I push fees through the streets, they be tailing (speeding)
When I am transporting drugs, the police are following me closely and trying to catch me in the act


They try to catch me out of bounds
The authorities are trying to arrest me outside of my usual areas of operation


They know I got pistols if you catch me outta town (loaded)
The police know that I am carrying guns with me when I am outside of my usual areas of operation


A thug changes, and love changes
As a thug, my priorities and attitudes have changed over time


And since 9/11, the price of the drugs changes
The drug market has been affected and changed since the terrorist attack on September 11th




Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group, Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Songtrust Ave
Written by: JOSEPH JONES, LARON L. JAMES, ANDRE S. PARKER, BRANDON ANTHONY PARROTT

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