When Thugs Die
Jim Jones
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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 devastated, 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' (f*ck 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: x4] Do doves fly, when thugs cry? Here's a story 'bout the trials and tribulations of this thug life 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] 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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Written by: C. MIRANDA, J. ALVAREZ, JOSEPH JONES
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