paroles de chanson What Is This - Jim Jones
What
is
this,
that
gangsta,
gangsta?
Let's
get
back
to
business
You
gotta
kill
'em
dead
so
they
don't
ask
the
witness
No
questions
on
the
stand,
is
there
especially
to
the
blam
Yeah,
I
let
'em
talk
to
the
stainless
If
it's
beef,
let's
keep
it
G,
we
don't
talk
wit
disclaimers
We
say
names,
we
ain't
playing,
we
leave
ya
corpse
on
the
pavement
And
I
ain't
hard
to
find,
I'm
in
New
York
like
the
Rangers
My
team,
what?
We
all
are
nice
We
pack
guns
and
go
to
clubs
and
we
ball
all
night
Crack
sales
in
the
slums,
break
the
law
all
night
So
the
glock
stay
stashed
up
It's
cops
trying
to
harass
us
These
pretty
cars
seem
to
grab
they
attention
They
know
these
pretty
cars
cost
more
cash
than
they
pinching
Plus
the
city's
ours,
plus
I'm
back
with
a
vision
DipSet
in
this
bitch,
you
know
I'm
a
menace,
nigga
It's
uhh,
what
is
this?
DipSet
What
is
this?
Byrd
game
What
is
this?
That
certified
G,
let's
get
back
to
business
Say
what,
say
what,
say
what?
You
heard
me
Say
what,
say
what,
say
what?
You
heard
me
Say
what,
say
what,
say
what?
You
heard
me
Man,
get
a
set
of
wings
so
you
can
fly
wit
the
birdies
Harlem,
across
the
11 0
(Harlem,
thou-hundred)
Where
it
all
seems
to
rain
and
the
sun
don't
show
(Sun
don't
shine)
As
long
as
it's
white
caine,
oh,
you
know
we
gon'
blow
(Get
money)
Shit,
these
dice
games,
we
bet
lump
sums
on
roll
(Can't
stop)
Wear
white
tees
but
the
guns
don't
show
(Got
it
on
me)
And
my
advice,
where
I'm
from,
don't
go
(Be
careful)
And
we
all
love
this
life
but
we
must
follow
codes
(Follow
that
code)
It's
a
sequel
society,
all
we
ask,
trust
Police
keep
on
eyein'
me,
now
that's
fucked
up
(Fuck
'em)
Enemies
know
the
deal,
we
will
clap
shit
up
(What's
good?)
We
hit
niggaz
with
heaters
Watch
the
morgue
come
and
get
'em
put
them
niggaz
in
freezers
(Them
black
zip
lock
bags)
Shit,
he
bit
off
more
than
he
could
chew
(No,
homo)
He
did
what
he
could
but
that
was
more
than
he
could
do
(Stupid)
DipSet,
shit,
we
more
than
just
a
crew
(Power)
We
thick
up
in
the
hood,
all
aboard
we
on
the
move
(Eastside)
Now
y'all
expect
us
to
stop
(Nope)
I
just
cost
3 mill'
of
them
records
off
Koch
(I'm
still
sellin')
What
you
can
expect,
expect
for
a
drop
(Watch
this)
[Unverified]
bubble
back
with
the
sky
as
my
ceilin'
It's
uhh,
what
is
this?
DipSet
What
is
this?
Byrd
game
What
is
this?
That
certified
G,
let's
get
back
to
business
Say
what,
say
what,
say
what?
You
heard
me
Say
what,
say
what,
say
what?
You
heard
me
Say
what,
say
what,
say
what?
You
heard
me
Man,
get
a
set
of
wings
so
you
can
fly
wit
the
birdies
Nigga,
I'm
laughin',
now
I'm
shoppin'
on
Madison
(Why?)
Just
was
in
a
hustle,
fiends
was
coppin'
off
Madison
(Nicks
and
dimes)
That's
uptown,
though
I
was
posted
on
5th
ave
(Pollo)
12th
street
movin',
all
the
poker
that
Rich
had
(Hustler)
I'm
17,
I
was
bumpin'
up
mixed
slabs
Word,
me,
I
stashed
every
pack
in
this
bitch
lab
(Stupid
bitch)
I
should've
told
her,
now
the
shit
where
ya
kids
at
(Dummy)
Don't
get
high
on
your
own
supply
(Ya
hear
that)
It's
the
rules
in
life
that
we
must
apply
(Well
name
a
couple
of
them)
Well,
we
must
get
fly
through
this
concrete
jungle,
big
chunks
wit
tribes
(Shout
outs
to
the
homeys)
Blow
my
fairy
side
![Jim Jones - Harlem: Diary of a Summer](https://pic.Lyrhub.com/img/1/l/j/5/s40_0x5jl1.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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