Bird gang Club Banger Tryin' to holla at you shorty One focus, one focus only Tryin' to hit that thang, let's go We make hits in the studio nightly We
Killa This my man Jim Jones You know we been through a lot of devastation, larceny Defeat, misconceptions Man, fuck all that, I don't know what that's
Running streets all day I've been looking at the stars all night And I've been thinking how can I get away And I've been running in the streets all day
Cold sweats from bad dreams I hope the Feds don't grab the team 'Cause we been labeled as the trouble makers We sell whole pies so you ain't got to cut
tell my tale How across the sea from England I was condemned to sail Now the jury found me guilty Then says the judge, says he "Oh, for life, Jim Jones
I seen it all from a player's eyes Look at this world from my latest ride We knock 'em all if you let this slide This how you ball if you a major guy
Blackout music Bend, Eastside, could you stretch then bend? Westside, could you stretch then bend? Southside, could you stretch then bend? Midwest, could
what) Lets style a bit, Italian shit, five thou-outfit Show you how to get that powder shit Filed the fifth, jet out of it My proud of what is yo' turn, Jim
Jones, Capo Status You know what this is about, 'bout riders All my states around this country All my ghettos, my niggaz ready to ride R.I.P, Biggie Smalls
okay (Hey) Yeah, we back in this bitch, I hate it (Lovely Daze like this, like this) Jim Jones nigga (You know) Capo Status (Coofie smacka) Aka Jim Caso
Dip-Set, uh Jones, Capo Status Dip-Set nigga You know the streets is what it is nigga Watch ya step and watch ya moves Shit, make 'em believe in this
..Killa, Jones, Jones, Let's Go are [Cam'Ron] Clowns don't come around, pound pounds i pump in town Do like House of Pain, Kriss Kross, jump around Jumpin
muthafuckin' year I hope you know that, you already know And we are in total control once a muthafuckin' gain, nigga Dipset in the building, Juelz Santana, Jim Jones
There was no love for us (Nope) So we did what we did just to make a buck Played around we're fucking nuts (Crazy) Hope them ho's pucker up tryna get
[Jim Jones] I grew up in the 'jects, five inch what I press Fry way to hold a tec, live bait I'm so brazy man In them pissy staircases, we just sittin
of tyrants and silence, and the demon malignancies, motherless children are born, poppa the one who murdered her, witness the vision first hand plumping master of source of us [Jim Jones
dice on the street Now come on [Chorus 4X: Jim Jones] Do doves fly, when thugs cry? Here's a story 'bout the trials and tribulations of this thug life [Jim Jones
Rell fresh home How it feel to back where the bricks my nigga Ya heard, I got the D.A. on my ass right now All my soldiers behind the G Wall Inhale, exhale