paroles de chanson Talking To The World - Jim Jones
[Jim
Jones]
I
grew
up
in
the
'jects,
five
inch
what
I
press
Fry
way
to
hold
a
tec,
live
bait
I'm
so
brazy
man
In
them
pissy
staircases,
we
just
sittin
here
Waitin
with
them
crystal
clear
cases
tryin
to
make
a
sale
When
that
wreck
came
around,
I'm
in
the
trench
with
my
pound
I'm
pitchin
you
cracks
and
the
bench
is
my
mound
(what's
good)
It
ain't
no
freezin
this
game,
I'm
in
the
freezin
the
rain
Tryin
to
make
G's
off
the
'caine
so
I
can
freeze
up
a
chain
(Jacob!)
Or
put
the
Spre's
on
the
thang
(spinners!)
So
I
can
speed
through
the
game
(vroom!)
That's
why
I
think
kinda
different,
and
some
think
that
I'm
twisted
Cause
I
smoke
too
much,
and
I
drink
'til
I'm
twisted
(I'm
on
point)
I'm
tryin
to
maintain
to
stay
afloat
(that's
right)
Cause
that
main
game
of
shavin
coke
is
goin
down
the
tubes
(that's
a
wrap)
That's
why
I'm
downin
booze,
I
stay
surround
by
dudes
That
chew
down
my
food,
bon
appetit
- chow
time
[Jim
Jones]
The
purple,
HAZE,
keep
scorchin
and
burnin
Nightmares
at
night
I
wake
up
in
sweat,
tossin
and
turnin
(I
can't
sleep)
I'm
light
on
my
sleep,
I
can't
get
a
wink,
I
might
miss
somethin
I
think
if
I
blink
I
might
miss
somethin
(what
happened
what
happened)
Constantly
rollin
up
haze
(uh-huh)
As
I
stomp
through
this
block
man
they
throwin
up
treys
(Eastside)
We
from
the
streets,
know
the
struggle,
know
the
hustle
Know
the
hook,
know
to
cut
it,
know
to
double
(know
that
price)
Now
if
you
don't
change
your
mind,
change
your
grind
Don't
get
caught
in
the
facade,
don't
get
caught
up
on
a
charge
(Don't
be
facin
six)
You
know
that
life
goes
by
Just
as
fast
as
them
nights
goes
by
Hold
fast,
them
blue
and
whites
go
by
(SQUALIE!)
We
movin
white,
whole
pies
Hope
to
God
that
the
law
or
the
vice
don't
ride
(SQUALIE!)
We
been
trapped
in
our
own
hustle
You
see
the
government's
the
powder
but
the
crack
is
our
own
hustle
We
smart
ain't
we?
[Jim
Jones]
Sheeit,
the
heat's
in
the
kitchen,
I
speak
to
you
listen
The
beef
if
it
thicken
the
heat'll
stay
clickin,
believe
that?
I'll
be
burnin
water,
while
I
turn
the
corners
(uh-huh)
I'll
be
more
than
gone
as
{?}
R.I.P.,
man
that's
kind
of
redundant
Niggaz,
dyin
off
dumb
shit,
bullets
fly
when
the
gun
spit
Plus,
man
they
ridin
to
dump
clips
(yes
sir!)
In
hooped
up
whips,
the
place
miss
and
I
scoop
up
with
The
eighth
in
'em,
they
shoot
up
shit
and
straight
get
'em
(boom)
They
chew
up
shit
like
straight
sick
'em
(sick
'em)
Over
that
turf
or
strip,
or
that
work
the
bricks
We'll
squirt
the
shotty,
and
disperse
your
squad-dy
(woo)
That's
the
code
of
my
land
Over
that
blue
and
them
grams,
niggaz
blowin
your
man
(we
gon'
get
'em)
Get
you
all
shot
over
hoes
for
a
grand
Man,
death
is
so
cheap
in
my
hood
- short
paper
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Album
The Diplomats Present Jim Jones, Ghetto Advocate - On My Way to Church
date de sortie
24-08-2004
1 On My Way To Church - Intro
2 Capo Status - 1st Take
3 Only One Way Up Feat Cam'ron & Juelz Santana
4 This Is Jim Jones
5 Lets Ride
6 Certified Gangsta
7 Jamaican Joint
8 End Of The Road
9 Shotgun Fire
10 Capo Status - 2nd Take
11 Lovely Daze/memory Lane
12 Spanish Fly
13 Livin Life As A Ridah
14 Twin Towers
15 When Thugs Die
16 This Is Gangsta
17 Crunk Muzik
18 Bend N Stretch
19 Talking To The World
20 Capo Status - Final Take
21 On My Way To Church - Outro
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