Jim Jones - NY Times lyrics

rate me

Hold 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!