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

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

[Jim
Now, play the game, know the code, say no
Fast life ain't no game, R.I.P. Baby
He was in the game, slingin thangs
Shiny rings, 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 every hour, it's a shame, in my hood
be missed like the Towers in the midst of the prowess
Not to put his business out (uh-huh)
But the make you think that Po Rich was out here (like '86)
And in these it mainly contain the lobby
About the young and the restless like Harlem's {?}

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