Jim Jones - NY Times lyrics
rate meHold up, what up?
It’s no reason for the streets to miss me
You still in the streets
For the last of the real niggas left
Get money
Here’s another tricky trail
Batman you’re the bad man tricky dare baby
Married to the game told the ..
That’s a key and came when it hit the scale
You got that white girl like a bitch from Yale
F*ck the world don’t kiss a tale,
Knew a couple niggas that skip their cale,
Keep 4-4s on the cale, loaded
The one I drove frozen like it’s here with hell, (chilly)
You know I get it before I hit the racks
You niggas wait for it to hit the sale, (action)
Now all the ball for the shit we sale, (f*ck em)
And you keep playin’ till your bitch get nailed
Right to the cross like the hands on my Jesus peace
Making hundred grant on the easy week
She gotta watch, would you feed the beast?
She know .. we the best
And say that too nigga, ball with the streets (ask about us)
You know I’m with the east
It’s a long nigga till they free their shit (and shit keep your head up)
I’m still spending them nights on broad way
Sharks to my always, to my Dominicans ..
And I’m unchanged, hold em, what up?
Black cards of the ..
On everything what’s in my city
Niggas from we clap em and then we black clev em
Pimp shit let the max clock em
Croockin white ..over black others
Bitch hell and I can show em with that money jewel
Like the hurt man’s belt ‘cause we’re 22
Hand doughs spend his bitch tell ‘em undough
Nigga tell ‘em when I’m in the front, I’m in the front wall
You know with the flow’s a war,
True, bad nigga grew up in the cold ..
I’ve been all over cally bitches smoke good,
My little cousin grew up in the low hood
I’m trippin, I grew up till we blew up in the cars
.. dope I’ve been coppie, I’ve been star ..
Get your bitch all star struck
For all of niggas get your car struck
What do you expect to happen?
About the broadway, what a way side.
Hey holla, what up?
So I’m .. we aint’ forget about you
15 street
Many, what’s good?
The first rules when the temperature’s flex
Is what?
Is when your shit is embracing of your senses ..
Wrong move get your dead of your .. clear
Think about the drown and I wonder land
The last time that I went through there
You know what niggas seeing clean work you there
Couple niggas caught the break on the fast
Couple niggas got caught up with sentence there
Like some bitch but I’m having an intensive fair
Walk my floor on some speed like some rendy wear
Fly niggas so I’ve been cross the atmosphere
Bad bitches steady shine light and is there
Bitches ain’t shit well I’ve been aware
Drop the Jesus he’s my city spear
They say is loud is getting there
I’m tryin to dress my ..
True, I mean the water like the swim ..
We just got here nigga we been here
Because every drive like ten squares
Add it up motherf*cker, go!