(Intro) Jim Jones: what? Yeah that was me Shit.. That's my gang Now we balling on you niggas Harlem stand up Different strokes nigga Rags to riches on you niggas What you say sucka? You know where we from nigga? We from that Harlem place man This where all the swag come from
[Verse 1: Jim Jones] Dope lines, fiends sniffing coke lines Crack sales, trying to avoid a packed jail A major hustle, knowing that the jakes'll cuff you Life's a bitch, and ain't no way to make her love you Abandoned buildings, shoot-ups and the random killings If you hoop, well you might got a break I was enticed by the coupes, loving them [?] All night on the stoop, you see my life is like a race? Fucked up ain't it? yeah i had a big willy dream Tying to get a mill moving krill's to the fiends In front the building you can hear the sireens Getting warm in the lobby chilly chilly, nah mean? But i got caught up in my tracks, i got caught up on the trap Well i'm back motherfucker in something sporty and black I did two shows and i bought it off racks.. cocksucker..
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[Verse 2: Max B] This for my little niggas, that ride for the ends To my niggas that getting money driving a benz I was live on the streets, i'd die for my men If get started from the beginning i'm riding again I be always in the hood sending bitches to heaven If you come to Harlem you can find me on [??] I don't just play on the airs i live on the [?] Kill a nigga over my money but never a bitch I double back, see [?????] We double plaq, [??] chinchilla in the jeep It's Byrdgang, Biggaveli baby we the street's You a little indian boy, baby we the chiefs My momma gave me the grief had her getting high Welfare first of the month barely getting by Pot of milk, sugar & water rarely getting by
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