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JIM JONES lyrics

Around My Way

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[Chorus: Jim Jones] Around my wayyyyy (Ok this ya boy Jones aka Capo Status) Around my wayyyyy (I'm about to take you through my way you know the projects and all that, I'm from Harlem ya'll) Where the corners filled with sorrow (But I think ummm..) All the streets are filled with pain (every hood, every ghetto, every gutter, that's my way, you dig) Around my wayyyyy (I love it like that, straight like that, Eastside) [Verse 1: Jim Jones] Around my way is where this road started (Harlem!) This little wild motherfucker grew up cold-hearted, rolled the hardest (yeah!) And I was runnin' all through the projects (Taff) Till I got caught up on some bogus charges brought up learnin' loadin' cartridge (lock and load) This little drama had dreams I used to run on the scene, gun in between stomach and jeans (jack move jack) Its only by the good of God, that we make it past 25 on my boulevard (and we still here) Hmmm and Lord knows my hood is hard Fuck around you could barred caught up on a gooder charge (that coke!) I fell in love with the sound of the blicker-blast (bldddddat!) I roll around in this town where these niggaz mad (Eastside!) Wit' shifty plans, it gets me man How they try to get a kilo out of 15 gram Damn, damn I mean some say we trippin' (why) Cause we rather stand on corners get our dollars of pitchin (that's right) [Chorus: Jim Jones] Around my wayyyyy (It's do or die, hope my niggaz'll ride It's do or die, hope my niggaz survive) Around my wayyyyy (It's do or die, hope my niggaz'll ride It's do or die, hope my niggaz survive) All the corners filled with sorrow (yea) All the streets are filled with pain Around my wayyyyy (Harlem) (Hope my niggaz'll ride, it's do or die hope my niggaz survive) [Verse 2: Jim Jones] By my way, these niggaz livin' for the foul play (they greasy) Brothers gunnin', babies runnin' this where the childs play (watch 'em) Puffin' grass, cuttin class, jus' tryin' play my part (straight g's) Bustin' Mags, dust and cash, jus' tryin' to play my mark (that money) Starvin' nights, startin' fights, jus' like a trouble-maker (what's poppin'!) Through the nights, blue and whites, hope they don't cuff and take us (fuck the police!) Pourin' liquor, for my niggaz, the ones that's dead and gone (R.I.P.!) Loadin' triggers, holdin' blickers, so we can get it on (Blllldddddddaaaat!) Yeah, he we go buggin' out I mean some are blooded-in But there ain't no bloodin'-out I'm on that same bullshit my big buzzings is about Homocide, drive-by, loaded clips and spit 'em out Got birds for money, on the curb we hungry And I promise that my way is like a 3rd world country (fuck it!) We doomed for the cage (yeah!) I never let go of my ghetto, still shoot through my way Around my way [Chorus] [Verse 3: Jim Jones] I got some people, about my casaleo Te matan, tu madre like "Ay bendito" (dito!) No hable ingles, but they fuma llerbita Move with them heaters, in tune with my medas (demelo!) And to my goons and negritas Shout to my nigga El Lobo Who get in rojo and spit and the popo (que pasol!) Over bricks with them lobos The kid 'ill go loco and grip up the .44 and spit it like uh-oh (hey pato) Along the way, I'm scoopin' games in this manly fashion (that's right) And by the way, I'm movin' caine while I'm blammer-blastin (fuck that) When will it change, the restraints to the man harrassin' I gotta say I still love this shit Around my way [Chorus] [Outro: Jim Jones overlaping chorus towards the middle] Yeah, this one goes to my way All my G's, all my soldiers 'Round my way keep ya head up We jus' started, we bubblin' Hun-15th and 7th Hun-15th and Lennox Hun-12th and 5th, the border of 1st Avenue That's my way Whole Westside of Harlem Whole Washington Heights, all my Dominicans They all around my way You know, Chi-Town, K-Town That's up there by my way, smell me Whole Ohio, Ackren, Colombus, Cinncinati That's my way Whole New Jersey, Newark, them LB's That's my way Shout outs to Patterson (Shags, Lulu) That's my way Whole North-Cackalacka, Greensboro, come down there That's my way Can't forget Miami, Day-County That's all around my way Shout outs to Atlanta, down in Bank-Head, my niggaz down there in the Trap That's my way Big shout out to Houston...

3 Time Felons

WESTSIDE CONNECTION "Bow Down"
Intro, Ice Cube: What would you do If I punked your whole crew Would you run like a bitch from me Niggaz don't test Cause we come from the west Yes the W-S to the C Westside! Westside niggaz Fuck everybody that used to be down That ain't down no mo Y'all niggaz ain't from the best side Y'all don't know how we puts it down Trick ass motherfuckers Verse 1, Ice Cube: Let's make it happen, nigga, fuck rappin I'm bellin With three time felons, nigga, who you tellin Doug Lou Ellen that a fool sellin Thirty-six ounces what that amounts is A whole chicken finger licken is the rumor Catch a tumor you say I'm dickin my consumer Suede Puma's as I walk down Florence With warrants that don't go to court in Torrance Tonight I'm buzzin thought I wasn't Mack 10 and W.C. is like my blood cousins Eleven strikes from armed robbery to stolen bikes A nigga likes your motherfuckin Nikes I shift gears when I see tears Fuck a record, fuck a movie I rack my uzi On boosy niggaz that pretend to be friend to me We the dopest niggaz on Hennessy in the industry I did a lick well I'm in a thick cell Gold teeth, two motors and pig tails And when I hear Westside Connection I get the fuckin erection Chorus, W.C.: So, fuck what you saying, fuck who you tellin I'm only bellin with some three time felons Nya, fuck what you saying, fuck who you tellin I'm only bellin with some three time felons Bridge: Rollin till the wheels fall off A nigga rollin till the wheels fall off Westside rollin till the wheels fall off A nigga rollin till the wheels fall off Verse 2, Mack 10: I gots to handle mines So I grinds Real O.G. parolle Throw the woop on the quarter key Ain't been out but a minute Nigga, in it, to win it Cause a five year joke leave yo stack dented Got my pockets back swollen Motorola holdin A nigga got the whole hood rollin BG's get you what you want when you need it I got them little niggaz all posted up and heated Hogs put it down nothing less than a fat knot Niggaz callin Mack's spot Jackpot, the crack spot Got the double up bomb can't wait So wont you bounce rock skate To where the cluckers hibernate Where we livin like stars switchin cars like they leases Servin ten pieces to your aunties and nieces While the loot keep me blasted from Inglewood to Venus Tatted Westside Connection on my back in Old English So, nigga, what you wanna bet on a set full of vet lick hitters And, ain't a crew that can get with us It's west coast, the most, I be yellin Nigga, Mack 10 bellin as a three time felon Chorus, Ice Cube: Fuck what you sayin, and fuck who you tellin I'm only bellin with some three time felons Fool, fuck what you sayin, and fuck who you tellin I'm only bellin with some three time felons Bridge Verse 3, W.C.: Let it rain, let it drip Niggaz are best to duck when I'm unleashing these clips Thoughts of manslaughter got my finger on the trigger Fuck a peace treaty, it's on with all you niggaz Cause ain't no contaning me when I'm ringing these motherfuckin heaters Causing tragedy Tearing off your whole chest cavity Mobbing through the neighborhood, nigga, twenty inch bollters Fresh house, shoes, hair, rollers Lenny wanna kill me cause I got 'em all scared of this Cutthroat janky enviromental terrorist Stickering my tapes hoping that they can silence me Cause I'm a nigga that's yellin fuck society But ain't no stopping this westside click So, tell that bitch Delores Tucker to suck a niggaz dick Cause I'm punking mo niggaz than Deebo Illegal sipping Seagrams straight smoking on a Primo Chorus, Mack 10: Nigga, fuck what you sayin, fuck who you tellin I'm only bellin with some three time felons Fuck what your sayin, and fuck who your tellin I'm only bellin with some three time felons Bridge Outro, W.C, Ice Cube: West coast till the casket drop Rollin till the wheels fall off West coast till the casket drop Rollin till the wheels fall off West coast till the casket drop Rollin till the wheels fall off West coast till the casket drop Westside, rollin till the wheels fall off Yeah, time is runnin out niggaros and nigga hoes All W's must be true Inspected by the Westside Connect Gang WSCG Bonafied and worldwide When you see Ice Cube throw up the W! When you see Mack 10 throw up the W! When you see W.C. throw up the W! When you see Crazy Tunes throw up the W! When you see K-Dee throw up the W! When you see The Comrades throw up the W! All Frum Tha I throw up the W! Westside till I die, what you thinkin of And y'all bitches can throw it up to

Merit

AESOP ROCK "Music For Earthworms"
All right I can hear the ocean in a shell, but, for the life of me, I never heard your surges more than raindrops in a well. Paladin tribe, break beat elitists. Element five, fully sold on operation, jeopardised on my survival. I will survive when sprayed by heavens liquid ammunition, I'll survive when betrayed by my brethren's wicked ambitions, I'll survive when grated with shut-eye sticky thickets and thorns, born clutching a fistful. It hurts: morbidly blissful, forms spiraling. Sovereigns bring the rise from the funnel; a chorus line of blind crazes tap the water, find the tunnel. As skinny clique mechanics flock to block pick of the land, we stretch the earth around the canvas dragging stick in the sand and pan the hell out! Amid your tireless bold, behold that iris spits clips subtly on supremacy, therefore, blemishes me. Oh, the treacherous penalty centers me, renders me vague, skating slalom through this churning murder columns I am not entirely trained to undo the shame, and all I got's three pennies and a rusty mic unto my name, unto my game, the father Siamese approach to whose delinquent dichotomy cops Emerald City in wonderous novelty. Drink drum, sip a snare to spit a rigid sequence, that's when freak sons Fade to Black, like these pretty pink lungs, slugger. Paper dolls facade as swash buckler. (yeah) Bounty hunt the front to document the frosh cluster. I am structure with a smoke ring, militant distinction with a cloak-and-dagger stagger prime directive, and all else burrows itself amongst drunken perspective. (c'mon) Fade me. I flee the scene, grippin' the missing link like chain gang escapees. (I'm sayin') BUILD ME (me) KILL ME (me) We cadets hold determination as property undeniably divine; we leak passion for the noise. There is not a track to cherish from he who lacks merit. And all I think about's the motion, exerted to color mavericks alerted. Herd a billion nervous lost child prodigies home to flourish. Now taciturn facets burn open to yield malarkey navigator when wrestled on fancy driftwood out the vessel and I settle. A conquest: stamp it, label it fresh. (fresh) I, in turn, apply policies which require intrinsic merit. (uh) Try to wallow down these yellow bricks with yesterdays appendix on hold; spot it like sky horizon, exposed to bar-codes. Load your fantasy. Interject a bad dream candidly, blue in the face, through in the chase between myself and fame's embrace. Face engaging, presence resonant with chiaroscuro atmospheric traps inhabit the land of denied clearance. (yeeah) Pigeon hold styles, drop similar. The course the corpse patients lacing non sequitur's that spittle off the chin. (spittle of the chin) Upon the recognition, pilot soften up the grin spinning me dizzy, cold. Bending my city to hold water. Yeah, we got affiliates. Cadet merit and brilliance. Clever corporal[?] king-thing, crooked I shrink, I sink into my book. It's, like, fury blew the scaffolding askew, and tainted curiosities allowed the freak show to continue. Forty thieves received the cue: commence blending a plan (yeah and that was spooky) and decorate the dusk like henna to hand. We unknowingly sketched the pentagram by sending clans of caffeinated couriers upon a quest to run the perfect circle around a star. Bizarre pattern with a bad vibe like Jafar to Aladdin; pardon the carbon-based blaze amongst the stagnant trend frenzy, it offends me. Wait, ain't it the liquid soul therapy? I sip to grip a stationary pillar yet we slipped these boogie nights, sucked wattage from rookie lights. Now you proud. I'ma be there when you rush in, just to touch the mushroom cloud. Drink failure Lord have mercy on their dreams... pretty pixels tend to trickle down the screen. Know what I mean? (I scream) BUILD ME (me) KILL ME (me) We consider fresh soundplay we seek frighteningly close to extinct.,, My life line is an assignment: to feed the arts my spirit and to bleed merit The conclusion is subtle: Huddled amongst hermitic gutter-bugs, peasants, and drunks, junkies to critics, sick dictators, haters, kings to alley urchins, monarchs, narcs to liars circling the wild fires, (fires) live wires; I tend to plan an action less than orderly in, with an otherwise uncommonly primer to normalcy torn, (torn) these trades fade as cadavers due to conflicting data matter. First heard as remarkable is now labeled as unmarketable. Damn, thorn in my side... Now the high five hives despised from feedings of alien seedlings, retreating... Burst the threshold, make the vessel capsize, then the hollering's of buoyant survivors treading evoke dreaded Leviathan! Dead it. Headed to crunch the world of MC etiquette by dismantling mics prior to passing towards degenerates. How do you like that settlement? You feel that? A maverick like myself bottles the creativity till the cocoon naturally peels back. This little light of mine shines at a hundred billion times the magnitude of every star within an ample sky sample. I alerted my sole crusaders to trade the games; prescribed them strict diets of DDT and Kelthane It fester when ingested, Glorious vellum addressing helots to zealots, to Jezebel's to hellish felons, granted my span of attention is not what it used to be, but most of y'all delinquents ain't amusing me no more... Get Merit.

Loud & Clear

XZIBIT "Restless"
(feat. Butch Cassidy, Defari, King Tee) [Xzibit] Yeah.. Addicted to life, had to pay a heavy-ass price Sacrifice worth waitin on the platinum and ice I'm precise with the merchandise, came back like Christ to change the game, while y'all niggaz remain the same Clear the lane, comin through like Kobe, you can't hold me You can't stop me, ever since I dropped 'Paparazzi' I done watched the game unfold into some hideous shit Like every idiot that can spit be droppin a hit I transmit for the convicts, committed, never bullshitted Shadowbox, detox, my own worse critic It's like tryin to squeeze water from rocks I negotiate the neighborhood stops and clean your clock with a glock Sick of niggaz screamin they hot, but really they not Beatin you all to the ground like six L.A. cops Put your fist up in the air if you ever been shot and lived to tell about it, never leavin home without it, c'mon [Chorus: Butch Cassidy] There's no one out there, for us, to fear I'll say it loud and clear.. Who can say they're close, to us Speak now and you'll be brought, to tears [King Tee] They probably saw me on the 91 East, gettin off on Central with the rag back, lookin like life's so simple Tela take a loss, still floss, all bets If Trife can't cover the house, call X Likwit crew brothers, Blues Brothers Move somethin, make killers do somethin, f'real The bitch-made often politic with the skill Now shit's all twisted, unlisted Guns fixed it, best not speak about the Likwit We gifted, twenty-four hours and still lifted (*X*: Bitch keep your vagina) We drunk and ain't interested Bitches come a dime and a dove, we ain't trippin it Standin at the bar, soft-styled in the cut 'Ooh, boo wait, I think you had too much!' Bitch what Act right and pour it in a cup The West and Eastside keep smokin them blunts, niggaz [Interlude: Butch Cassidy] Let's get with it, I was born to trip Stay on the lookout, ain't no time to slip We ain't for games and shit Change your spot, cause we're known to dip No time for chasin hoes I'm on a mission cause my cash is low There's no need to speak on those Doggy rags are the gangsta's clothes [Defari] There's two sides of my family, both sides from the ghetto Pops Finnish choco-late, moms Mississippi yellow Caramel, Cherokee black man, with a pedigree of excellence Together we rise, no time for seperateness My grandfather Snake was a Jake, or a jack of a smack to a bird who don't know how to act Straight hustler, Mississippi moonshine smuggler Good ol' wrangler in his day with that attitude of 'Fuck ya' [Xzibit] Built to run forever, X the infinite First line of defense to smash through the immigrants Can't straddle the fence, it's all or nothin Close the curtain, shut down your whole production Don't be scared, be prepared, niggaz do be bustin without thinkin; I mastered the art of hard drinkin Yo, you wanna stop the X, try your best I'm still fuckin with your pockets like the IRS, so yo [Chorus] [Butch Cassidy] Gather all around, to see how we display our vicious skills I done seen and heard, enough Let's prove the West coast is for real .. speak now and you'll be brought to tears ..

Can't Be Friends

ANGEL HAZE "Altered Ego"
Aggresssion, afliction, rejection, tradition... readin over text to see the messages I'm missing, you say it's commitment, I say it's the distance, you say if we quittin... let me know now, I think I'm movin too fast, but you won't let me slow down, I try to spare you, and save you the heart ache, I say I'm scared... you say that's what they all say. that's what they all say, my backs to the wall haze, we coulda been a hit like a bat & a ball babe, ain't you ever heard chances are for riskin, if u brave enouqh to shoot, then who could fault you if you miss it. damn, but you ain't really different, duplicate messages cause you ain't really qet them, I don't even kno what the fuck to say, but this pain will be forever if you never go away, so you better go away, get the fuck up out my face, to you it's just a qame and my heart is not for play, I say my heart is not for play, but you don't hear me when I'm speaking to you, you know my story like I'm sittin here readin to you. So why the fuck you got to play these lil stupid qames, you only care about your music and your stupid fame. oh that's angel haze, she a fuckin beast, you never cared about "M" dot fuckin "E" you said that it was okay to put my trust in you, you didn't say id feel betrayed by the stuff you do, you claim everything you say is the fuckin truth, but it's not what you say it's what the fuck you do, but you don't get it huh, it's the stuff you do, that got me wondering like... who the fuck are you, damn I even let you in my daughters life, you told your mom about me, it felt sorta right. it felt sorta right, it felt sorta like... somin crazy would, I ain't know this could get deeper than urchins could, look I let it in, if you want it to, but just so you know, I didn't want it to, I really loved you babe, I woulda done it all, loose my number too, don't ever fuckin call, I can pick up my dog one weekend, and ain't no fuckin way in hell we can be friends.

Changed Man

D12
2PAC LYRICS Changed Man (feat. Johnta' Austin, T.I.) [2Pac] Shit, I'm a changed man Ay, turn the lights out Big baller 2Pac up in this bitch Y'know how we swing this shit, look [Verse One: 2Pac] By age sixteen I sold to dopefiends Not yet a drug dealer, but I watched 'em closely Until they noticed me I got the feds wonderin who broke the law Far too inhibited for gunsmoke, I broke his jaw Words harder than a fuckin diamond Mobile phone call to Simon, niggaz trippin homey, when we ridin? Fuck them slowly like Jodeci And stick a needle in my eye if I don't live and die for M.O.B. And fuck your homeboys nigga we can drop the guns I hit your block and we can box for fun Nigga one on one, last to fall is a baller cat It's Death Row, why the fuck you think we call it that? So if you knew me in my past life Don't act like we homeboys, ain't no love in the fast life I switch gears on them jealous bitches, who do you fear? The gameplan of a changed man, so what I'm sayin is [Chorus: Johnta' Austin + (2Pac)] I changed plans but I'm still the same old rider (Fuckin with a changed man) I slang a new dope to the world but the people still buy it (Nigga you fuckin with a changed man) All my real thug niggaz, go and get your hands up You go and drink the Henn' up (You fuckin with a changed man) Changed man, you're dealin with a changed man [Verse Two: T.I.] In drop top, the glock cocked, got rocks in my socks Cops spot Watt niggaz but hardly stop niggaz Not if they got niggaz, doughboys and hot niggaz Who mighta shot niggaz but only by strugglin I'm for respect nowadays they expect me to be in a Ferrari or the old SL Or anything you see flashin past and can't catch Dat's me, gauge on the Escalade back seat - don't creep Oh what you think, T.I., P and them sweet? (Don't sleep) Get you hit from your head to your feet (And you don't know me) I'm fin' ta introduce you to the old me You walk in, exploded and leave reload You don't like a rugged nigga, fuck you, blow me But you will respect me or get it in your neckpiece G No three niggaz here are gonna let me be or get you inside there's codes to the streets nigga [Chorus] [Verse Three: 2Pac] A nigga so cold when I flow, bow down to Death Row Three wheel motion, comin through coastin Who's that nigga in the G-ride screamin out M.O.B.! Nigga we ride I hit the charts like a stick-up kid #1 in the nation I fucked the world, the Judge gave me probation Faced with incarceration Move tapes like it's big weight, slangin to the whole nation GIMME MINE, or I'm blastin on every song Murder my enemies, I'm mashin until I'm gone One love to my thug niggaz And fuck a bitch, cause a true sister love niggaz Throw yo' hands in the air, close your eyes and hope Never come against the massive smoke, on Death Row My adversaries BLEED But fuck 'em all 'til the talk cease, fuckin with a changed man [Chorus] [Chorus w/ 2Pac speaking over it] [2Pac] E'rybody think they understand me Shit, you niggaz don't know me Y'all know that nigga on the rap song Y'all know that nigga in the movies You don't know this nigga in 3-D Real live right up against you in front of yo' face Shit, nigga you fuckin with a changed man [Outro: 2Pac] Westside, Outlaw Immortalz, hehehe You fuckin with a changed man Hahaha.. you fuckin with a changed man Hahaha.. I ain't the same, you fuckin with a changed man We ain't the same, you fuckin with a changed man We ain't the same, fuckin with a changed man Changed man

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