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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 he want some answers off top he ridin down
With automatic weapons, load and fire in the pound (bang bang)
devestated, prayin that they let him make 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 gated (let a thug in)
Certified,
Murder hesitated, I heard it was premeditated (who told you that)
And my hood segregated
World's so small, but my whole ghetto dedicated (Eastside, Westside)
We was young, cannons
Shoot cannons, point aim, broad day, wherever you (fuck that do it now)
We our life as a G
Day and, night with the heat, dice on the street
Now on

[Chorus 4X: Jim
Do doves fly, when thugs
Here's a story 'bout the trials and of this thug life

Jones]
Now, the game, know the code, say no names
Fast life ain't no game, R.I.P. Main
He was large in the game, 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 livin that
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 you think that Po Rich was out here (like '86)
And in stories it mainly contain the lobby
About the young and the like Harlem's main {?}

[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, they dog me in and me home nine-trey
the city 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 like one of my life is killed, for real
And Chills turned state fed, couldn't with a state bed
But snitchin breaks the code, gotta lie in your made bed (you the rules)
No sympathy homey, you follow them codes
You get a years of die in that hole (G's up)