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[Jim
Got this problem with niggaz on the other side of town
Plus my homey Pop-la-di he's a rider now
So you know he want some answers off top he down
With them automatic weapons, 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 (it's fucked up)
But it's places, G's call it heaven's Matrix
the Lord open up, they told me how heaven's gated (let a thug in)
Certified,
never hesitated, I heard it was premeditated (who told you that)
And my hood segregated
Harlem so small, but my whole ghetto dedicated (Eastside, Westside)
We was young, cannons
Shoot cannons, point aim, day, wherever you standin (fuck that do it now)
We our life as a G
Day and, night with the heat, rollin dice on the
Now on

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

[Jim
Now, the game, know the code, say no names
life ain't no game, R.I.P. Baby Main
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 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 kid'll make you think that Po Rich was out (like '86)
And in these it mainly contain the lobby
About the and the restless like Harlem's main {?}

[Jim
We and chill, each night we would chill
Block number, fifty-{?}-seven, white for them bills
Stashin open for it stales, I tried to tell you
That my 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 brazy (tell 'em)
Tell Peter Geisha what's up, 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 with a bed
But snitchin breaks the code, gotta lie in your bed (you know the rules)
No homey, you gotta follow them codes
You get a years of die in that hole (G's up)