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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-gg-s 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-tch from yale
f-ck the world don’t kiss a tale,
knew a couple n-gg-s that skip their cale,
keep 4-4s on the cale, loaded
the one i drove frozen like it’s here with h-ll, (chilly)
you know i get it before i hit the racks
you n-gg-s wait for it to hit the sale, (action)
now all the ball for the sh-t we sale, (f-ck em)
and you keep playin’ till your b-tch 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-gg-, ball with the streets (ask about us)
you know i’m with the east
it’s a long n-gg- till they free their sh-t (and sh-t 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-gg-s from we clap em and then we black clev em
pimp sh-t let the max clock em
croockin white ..over black others
b-tch h-ll and i can show em with that money jewel
like the hurt man’s belt ’cause we’re 22
hand doughs spend his b-tch tell ’em undough
n-gg- 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-gg- grew up in the cold ..
i’ve been all over cally b-tches 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-tch all star struck
for all of n-gg-s 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-t 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-gg-s seeing clean work you there
couple n-gg-s caught the break on the fast
couple n-gg-s got caught up with sentence there
like some b-tch but i’m having an intensive fair
walk my floor on some speed like some rendy wear
fly n-gg-s so i’ve been cross the atmosphere
bad b-tches steady shine light and is there
b-tches ain’t sh-t 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-gg- we been here
because every drive like ten squares
add it up motherf-cker, go!

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