Jim Jones - When Thugs Die Lyrics

Writer(s) : JONES, JOSEPH / ALVAREZ, J. / MIRANDA, C.
Artist: Jim Jones Lyrics
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Album: Track 15 on On My Way to Church
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Got this problem with these *****z 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 ****ed 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' (**** 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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