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

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

[Jim
Now, the game, know the code, say no names
Fast life ain't no game, R.I.P. Baby
He was in the game, slingin thangs
rings, diamond chains, he's 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 hour, it's a shame, in my hood
He'll be missed like the Towers in the midst of the
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 mainly the lobby
About the young and the restless like Harlem's {?}

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