Jim Jones - NY Times lyrics

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Jim Jones - NY Times lyrics

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 n***as 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 b**h from Yale F*ck the world don't kiss a tale, Knew a couple n***as 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 n***as wait for it to hit the sale, (action) sponsored links Now all the ball for the sh** we sale, (f*ck em) And you keep playin' till your b**h 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 n***a, ball with the streets (ask about us) You know I'm with the east It's a long n***a till they free their sh** (and sh** 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 n***as from we clap em and then we black clev em Pimp sh** let the max clock em Croockin white ..over black others b**h hell and I can show em with that money j**el Like the hurt man's belt 'cause we're 22 Hand doughs spend his b**h tell 'em undough n***a tell 'em when I'm in the front, I'm in the front wall You know with the flow's a war, True, bad n***a grew up in the cold .. I've been all over cally b**hes 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 b**h all star struck For all of n***as 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 sh** 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 n***as seeing clean work you there Couple n***as caught the break on the fast Couple n***as got caught up with sentence there Like some b**h but I'm having an intensive fair Walk my floor on some speed like some rendy wear Fly n***as so I've been cross the atmosphere Bad b**hes steady shine light and is there b**hes ain't sh** 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 n***a we been here Because every drive like ten squares Add it up motherf*cker, go!