paroles de chanson Tupac Joint - Jim Jones
Rumors
that
were
said,
shot
in
cold
blood
Two
up
in
my
head,
can't
talk
phone
bugged
Somebody
want
me
dead
but
I'm
still
flossin'
I
rock
my
jewelry
through
the
scurriest
streets
I
keep
my
ears
to
the
streets
and
I
ain't
scared
of
police
Lord
knows
that
I
got
various
beefs
So
could
you
pray
for
the
week
You
know
the
rules
play
on
the
sheet
So
we
hustle
everyday
of
the
week
That's
why
we
fuck
up
all
the
paper
we
see
We
hit
the
clubs,
fuckin'
ladies
for
free
Getting
drunk
off
and
hazin'
the
V
And
every
couple
days
we
get
sweeped
Around
the
clock
we
bumpin'
and
clickin'
You
gotta
watch
cause
when
they
come
they
be
blitzin'
Now
this
is
for
my
homies
and
my
thugs
One
million
in
the
truck
and
the
chrome
full
of
sluts
(Fully
automatic)
You
fuckin'
phonies
you'll
get
plugged
(Boom,
bang)
I'm
a
ghetto
nigga
for
life,
the
streets
is
in
my
blood
(Dipset)
Now
this
is
for
my
homies
and
my
thugs
One
million
in
the
truck
and
the
chrome
full
of
sluts
(Fully
automatic)
You
fuckin'
phonies
you'll
get
plugged
(Boom,
bang)
I'm
a
ghetto
nigga
for
life,
the
streets
is
in
my
blood
(Byrdgang)
Ya
niggaz
dyin',
while
you
other
niggaz
is
hidin'
Might
be
strapped,
but
you
runnin'
and
ain't
ridin'
So
I'm
slidin'
to
the
place
down
the
hill,
where
the
homies
is
murda
And
when
its
poppin'
down
to
kill
on
the
real
The
only
way
a
motherfucker
try
to
survive
Is
knowin'
that
he
'bout
to
die
and
ride
I
told
Face
he
was
the
realest
in
the
game
And
he
smiled
and
told
me
'Pac
was
the
realest
that
they
came
In
the
jungle,
I
walk
like
I'm
the
king
of
the
beasts
So
when
you
duck
huntin',
keep
movin'
'cause
I'm
swingin'
the
heat
I
might
go
out
of
town,
move
fakin'
is
none
of
that
And
never
leave
up
out
the
hood,
the
way
I
can't
come
back
Fuck
that,
Hussein
in
the
street
game
frame
Life
is
a
struggle,
so
with
the
heat
take
aim
I'm
ghetto,
don't
ever
think
I'm
him
its
not
me
'Cause
I
love
this
motherfucker
like
pills
in
a
hot
tea
Now
this
is
for
my
homies
and
my
thugs
One
million
in
the
truck
and
the
chrome
full
of
sluts
(Fully
automatic)
You
fuckin'
phonies
you'll
get
plugged
(Boom,
bang)
I'm
a
ghetto
nigga
for
life,
the
streets
is
in
my
blood
(Dipset)
Now
this
is
for
my
homies
and
my
thugs
One
million
in
the
truck
and
the
chrome
full
of
sluts
(Fully
automatic)
You
fuckin'
phonies
you'll
get
plugged
(Boom,
bang)
I'm
a
ghetto
nigga
for
life,
the
streets
is
in
my
blood
(Byrdgang)
Why
ya
act
like
I'm
new
to
this?
Mack
to
the
Uzi
clip
When
it
comes
to
beef,
we
all
packed
like
Luis
Rich
Battlin'
is
Ludacris,
half
of
ya
uterus
Matter
fact,
Jimmy,
pass
me
the
Kufi
List
What
you
think
niggaz
got
goons
for?
The
mass
menace
at
ya
door
like
a
costume
ball
(Hello)
My
flow
is
like
when
you
throw
a
'Pac
tune
on
The
only
time
you
get
tax
is
when
you
cop
new
gaurds
dog
I
make
it
happen
with
no
sarcasm
So
it
ain't
the
station
wagon
when
you
see
me
dodge
magnums
(Get
it)
If
I
don't
hit
you
when
the
clip
fills
Like
the
show
off
the
blind
date,
ya
know
the
fifth
will
Break
niggaz
like
big
bills
when
it
peels
Sit
still,
shit's
real,
listen
you
a
kid's
meal
And
I
eat
those,
reload,
heat
blown
Keep
those
kilos
'cause
we
go
beast
mode
Now
this
is
for
my
homies
and
my
thugs
One
million
in
the
truck
and
the
chrome
full
of
sluts
(Fully
automatic)
You
fuckin'
phonies
you'll
get
plugged
(Boom,
bang)
I'm
a
ghetto
nigga
for
life,
the
streets
is
in
my
blood
(Dipset)
Now
this
is
for
my
homies
and
my
thugs
One
million
in
the
truck
and
the
chrome
full
of
sluts
(Fully
automatic)
You
fuckin'
phonies
you'll
get
plugged
(Boom,
bang)
I'm
a
ghetto
nigga
for
life,
the
streets
is
in
my
blood
(Byrdgang)
![Jim Jones - Harlem: Diary of a Summer](https://pic.Lyrhub.com/img/7/v/e/t/4bh352tev7.jpg)
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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