My Diary (feat. Denise Weeks)

Текст песни JIM JONES - My Diary (feat. Denise Weeks) <br/> Pardon the Syzzrup...<br /><br />[Jim Jones]<br />Now we try corners<br />Old folks try and warn us<br />The cops try and swarm us<br />Blocks hot like saunas<br />( )<br />Well fuck it I&#039;ma risk it<br />Got a bunt nigga twist it<br />Imma get drunk with my biscuit<br />5 cent cup, take a sip kid<br />Imma product of the p-jects<br />My teachers always told me that I&#039;d prolly be a reject<br />I came up by my lonely now I&#039;m a product of that D-Set<br />Two twelvin with my homie, he caught a homy of that d-wreck<br />He said it had him zonin&#039; left the body in bulding three steps<br />The project now on fire every where you see the detects<br />His high is coming down cause now he&#039;s nervous smokin bogeys<br />And now he findin out that fuckin murder was his co-D<br />And this the shit that happens all too often up in Harlem<br />No shit you smell a rat you better off him whats the problem<br />In this business sellin crack we cook that raw shit up to hard shit<br />And tell my fellas that and to my coffin steady mobbin&#039; to my coffin<br />steady mobbin&#039;<br /><br />[Chorus: Denise Weeks]<br />Take a look into my eyes and you&#039;ll see all the pain the ghetto brings<br />Take a journey through my soul and lets<br />roll through the streets of reality<br />They tell me slow down I&#039;m livin&#039; life fast See they don&#039;t all wanna<br />ride with me<br />I know it ain&#039;t right but this is my life<br />It&#039;s just a piece of my diary yeah<br /><br />[Jim Jones]<br />Now, we ran wreckless, no grown-ups to guide us<br />So it&#039;s the man what you expect, I&#039;ve grown-up to violence<br />I had my eye up on the pushers, the ones that stay fly<br />Fiends got high off the suga, you know that ain&#039;t riiight<br />That sweet cane, some got buried to the street game<br />My niggaz only worried bout the jewelry and the street fame<br />And what the bitches thought of them, it&#039;s all about the money<br />Well shit I cop some Porsche or trucks<br />&#039;Member I was hungry, I was whippin in the Corsica<br />Hoopty muthafucka, hoppin the double four&#039;s<br />My pants droopy muthafuckas<br />And pardon my grammar, my nana died &#039;95<br />So I done left my heart wit my grandma<br />I hid outside and played the park wit the hammer<br />And I&#039;m watchin for the narcs, they movin cars with antennas<br />Thug and respect, for all my goons behind bars in the slammas<br />To my G&#039;s on rikers, to all my three time lifers<br /><br />[Chorus]<br /><br />[Bridge - 2X]<br />This is my life we die young cause we livin fast<br />So I&#039;ma let you read my diary I&#039;ma let you read my dairy<br /><br />[Jim Jones]<br />Now lets ride (to where), to Harlem, the Westside<br />I show you blocks and murals, dawg where some of the best died<br />(Like who...like who?) Like Porter and them<br />I heard Po put the order on him, now that&#039;s more than a friend!<br />But he stitched of course, now let&#039;s talk about Fritz the boss<br />And he got rich off snort, they said 500 bricks was brought<br />So in hindsight, it&#039;s a shorty who couldn&#039;t get a gist of his thought<br />But if you grind right wit the snorpy, a whip could be bought<br />Now think about po-9, if it caught me, how it get you in court<br />But now the feds, they still tailin me, DA think he nailin me<br />I had to turn in the goons come and post the bail for me<br />Still in the Byrd Gang myself, you say Byrd Gang is wealth<br />And all the liquor stores, man the Syzzurp on the shelf<br />I rose from the dump you see, now it&#039;s Dipset, Byrd Gang the company<br /><br />[Chorus]<br /><br />[Bridge 2X]<br />