paroles de chanson When Thugs Die - Jim Jones
[Jim
Jones]
Got
this
problem
with
these
niggaz
on
the
other
side
of
town
Plus
my
little
homey
Pop-la-di
he's
a
rider
now
So
you
know
he
want
some
answers
off
top
he
ridin
down
With
them
automatic
weapons,
load
and
fire
in
the
pound
(bang
bang)
Hood
devestated,
prayin
that
they
let
him
make
it
Heard
it
'bout
the
incident,
it's
crazy
how
he
just
got
faded
(it's
fucked
up)
But
it's
better
places,
G's
call
it
heaven's
Matrix
Pray
the
Lord
open
up,
they
told
me
how
heaven's
gated
(let
a
thug
in)
Certified,
decorated
Murder
never
hesitated,
I
heard
it
was
premeditated
(who
told
you
that)
And
my
whole
hood
segregated
Harlem
World's
so
small,
but
my
whole
ghetto
dedicated
(Eastside,
Westside)
We
was
young,
loose
cannons
Shoot
cannons,
point
aim,
broad
day,
wherever
you
standin
(fuck
that
do
it
now)
We
live
our
life
as
a
G
Day
and,
night
with
the
heat,
rollin
dice
on
the
street
Now
come
on
[Chorus
4X:
Jim
Jones]
Do
doves
fly,
when
thugs
cry?
Here's
a
story
'bout
the
trials
and
tribulations
of
this
thug
life
[Jim
Jones]
Now,
play
the
game,
know
the
code,
say
no
names
Fast
life
ain't
no
game,
R.I.P.
Baby
Main
He
was
large
in
the
game,
slingin
thangs
Shiny
rings,
diamond
chains,
he's
a
star
in
my
hood
(he
was?)
All
the
cars,
V12
by
the
hood
Had
the
jets,
had
the
strip,
had
the
power,
he
was
livin
that
life
New
whips
every
hour,
it's
a
shame,
in
my
hood
He'll
be
missed
like
the
Towers
in
the
midst
of
the
prowess
Not
to
put
his
business
out
there
(uh-huh)
But
the
kid'll
make
you
think
that
Po
Rich
was
out
here
(like
'86)
And
in
these
stories
it
mainly
contain
the
lobby
About
the
young
and
the
restless
like
Harlem's
main
{?}
[Chorus]
[Jim
Jones]
We
light
and
chill,
each
night
we
would
chill
Block
number,
fifty-{?}-seven,
movin
white
for
them
bills
Stashin
open
rice
for
it
stales,
I
tried
to
tell
you
That
my
life
is
so
real,
they
dog
me
in
and
bring
me
home
nine-trey
Took
the
city
on
my
own
crime
raid
(N.Y.C.)
Invadin
clubs,
with
brazy
bloods
(tell
'em)
Tell
Peter
Geisha
what's
up,
back
to
the
saga,
when
Light
got
killed
It's
like
one
side
of
my
life
is
killed,
for
real
And
Chills
turned
state
fed,
couldn't
deal
with
a
state
bed
But
snitchin
breaks
the
code,
gotta
lie
in
your
made
bed
(you
know
the
rules)
No
sympathy
homey,
you
gotta
follow
them
codes
You
get
a
thousand
years
of
die
in
that
hole
(G's
up)
[Chorus]
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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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