paroles de chanson My Diary - Jim Jones
Now
we
try
corners,
old
folks
try
and
warn
us
The
cops
try
and
swarm
us,
blocks
hot
like
saunas
Well,
fuck
it
I'ma
risk
it,
got
a
bunt
nigga
twist
it
I'ma
get
drunk
with
my
biscuit,
5 cent
cup
Take
a
sip
kid,
I'ma
product
of
the
P-jects
My
teachers
always
told
me
that
I'd
probably
be
a
reject
I
came
up
by
my
lonely
now
I'm
a
product
of
that
D
set
Two
twelvin'
with
my
homie,
he
caught
a
homey
of
that
D-wreck
He
said
it
had
him
zonin'
left
the
body
in
buldin'
three
steps
The
project
now
on
fire
where
you
see
the
detects
His
high
is
coming
down
cause
now
he's
nervous
smokin'
bogeys
And
now
he
findin'
out
that
fuckin'
murder
was
his
co-D
And
this
the
shit
that
happens
all
too
often
up
in
Harlem
No
shit
you
smell
a
rat
you
better
off
him
what's
the
problem?
In
this
business
sellin'
crack
we
cook
that
raw
shit
up
to
hard
shit
And
tell
my
fellas
that
and
to
my
coffin
steady
mobbin'
To
my
coffin,
steady
mobbin'
Take
a
look
into
my
eyes
And
you'll
see
all
the
pain
the
ghetto
brings
Take
a
journey
through
my
soul
And
let's
roll
through
the
streets
of
reality
They
tell
me
slow
down
I'm
livin'
life
fast
See
they
don't
all
wanna
ride
with
me
I
know
it
ain't
right
but
this
is
my
life
It's
just
a
piece
of
my
diary,
yeah
Now,
we
ran
reckless,
no
grown
ups
to
guide
us
So
it's
the
man
what
you
expect,
I've
grown
up
to
violence
I
had
my
eye
up
on
the
pushers,
the
ones
that
stay
fly
Fiends
got
high
off
the
suga,
you
know
that
ain't
right
That
sweet
cane,
some
got
buried
to
the
street
game
My
niggaz
only
worried
'bout
the
jewelry
and
the
street
fame
And
what
the
bitches
thought
of
them,
it's
all
about
the
money
Well
shit
I
cop
some
Porsche
or
trucks
Member
I
was
hungry,
I
was
whippin'
in
the
Corsica
Hoopty
muthafucka,
hoppin'
the
double
four's
My
pants
droopy
muthafuckas
and
pardon
my
grammar
My
nana
died
'95,
so
I
done
left
my
heart
wit
my
grandma
I
hid
outside
and
played
the
park
wit
the
hammer
And
I'm
watchin'
for
the
narcs,
they
movin'
cars
with
antennas
Thug
and
respect,
for
all
my
goons
behind
bars
in
the
slammas
To
my
G's
on
rikers,
to
all
my
three
time
lifers
Take
a
look
into
my
eyes
And
you'll
see
all
the
pain
the
ghetto
brings
Take
a
journey
through
my
soul
And
let's
roll
through
the
streets
of
reality
They
tell
me
slow
down
I'm
livin'
life
fast
See
they
don't
all
wanna
ride
with
me
I
know
it
ain't
right
but
this
is
my
life
It's
just
a
piece
of
my
diary,
yeah
This
is
my
life
we
die
young
'cause
we
livin'
fast
So
I'ma
let
you
read
my
diary,
so
I'ma
let
you
read
my
dairy
This
is
my
life
we
die
young
'cause
we
livin'
fast
So
I'ma
let
you
read
my
diary,
so
I'ma
let
you
read
my
dairy
Now
let's
ride,
to
where?
To
Harlem,
the
West
side
I
show
you
blocks
and
murals,
dawg
where
some
of
the
best
died
Like
who,
like
who?
Like
Porter
and
them
I
heard
Po
put
the
order
on
him,
now
that's
more
than
a
friend
But
he
stitched
of
course,
now
let's
talk
about
Fritz
the
boss
And
he
got
rich
off
snort,
they
said
500
bricks
was
brought
So
in
hindsight,
it's
a
shorty
who
couldn't
get
a
gist
of
his
thought
But
if
you
grind
right
wit
the
snorpy,
a
whip
could
be
bought
Now
think
about
po-9,
if
it
caught
me,
how
it
get
you
in
court
But
now
the
feds,
they
still
tailin'
me,
DA
think
he
nailin'
me
I
had
to
turn
in
the
goons
come
and
post
the
bail
for
me
Still
in
the
Byrd
Gang
myself,
you
say
Byrd
Gang
is
wealth
And
all
the
liquor
stores,
man
the
syzzurp
on
the
shelf
I
rose
from
the
dump
you
see,
now
it's
Dipset,
Byrd
Gang
the
company
Take
a
look
into
my
eyes
And
you'll
see
all
the
pain
the
ghetto
brings
Take
a
journey
through
my
soul
And
let's
roll
through
the
streets
of
reality
They
tell
me
slow
down
I'm
livin'
life
fast
See
they
don't
all
wanna
ride
with
me
I
know
it
ain't
right
but
this
is
my
life
It's
just
a
piece
of
my
diary,
yeah
This
is
my
life
we
die
young
'cause
we
livin'
fast
So
I'ma
let
you
read
my
diary,
so
I'ma
let
you
read
my
dairy
This
is
my
life
we
die
young
'cause
we
livin'
fast
So
I'ma
let
you
read
my
diary,
so
I'ma
let
you
read
my
dairy
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1 My Diary
2 Zeke Interlude
3 G's Up
4 J.i.m.m.y.
5 What Is This
6 Honey Dip
7 Ride Wit Me
8 Penitentiary Chances
9 We Just Ballin
10 What You Been Drankin On
11 Harlem
12 Confront Ya Babe
13 Summer With Miami
14 I'm In Love With A Thug
15 Tupac Joint
16 Baby Girl
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