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[Jim
Got this problem with these niggaz on the other of town
Plus my little homey he's a rider now
So you know he want answers off top he ridin down
With them weapons, load and fire in the pound (bang bang)
Hood devestated, prayin that they let him it
Heard it 'bout the incident, crazy how he just got faded (it's fucked up)
But better places, G's call it heaven's Matrix
Pray the Lord open up, they told me how gated (let a thug in)
Certified,
Murder never hesitated, I it was premeditated (who told you that)
And my whole segregated
Harlem World's so small, but my whole dedicated (Eastside, Westside)
We was young, loose
cannons, point aim, broad day, wherever you standin (fuck that do it now)
We our life as a G
Day and, night with the heat, dice on the street
Now on

4X: Jim Jones]
Do doves fly, when cry?
a story 'bout the trials and tribulations of this thug life

[Jim
Now, play the game, know the code, say no
Fast ain't no game, R.I.P. Baby Main
He was large in the game, slingin
Shiny rings, diamond chains, a star in my hood (he was ?)
All the cars, V12 by the
Had the jets, had the strip, had the power, he was that life
New whips every hour, a shame, in my hood
He'll be missed like the in the midst of the prowess
Not to put his business out (uh-huh)
But the kid'll make you think that Po Rich was out (like '86)
And in these stories it contain the lobby
About the young and the restless like main {?}

[Jim
We light and chill, each night we chill
number, fifty-{?}-seven, movin white for them bills
Stashin open rice for it stales, I tried to you
That my life is so real, they dog me in and me home nine-trey
Took the city on my own raid (N.Y.C.)
Invadin clubs, with brazy (tell 'em)
Tell Peter Geisha up, back to the saga, when Light got killed
like one side of my life is killed, for real
And Chills turned state fed, couldn't deal a state bed
But snitchin breaks the code, gotta lie in made bed (you know the rules)
No sympathy homey, you gotta follow codes
You get a thousand of die in that hole (G's up)