[Speaking] So there was this woman And she was , uh, on an airplane And she was flying to meet her fiance Sailing high above the, the largest ocean on
Well the South side of Chicago Is the baddest part of town And if you go down there You better just beware of a man named Leroy Brown Now Leroy, more
Jim Jones, what it here, homie? Killa Cam, Freekz Zeeky, Juelz, what's happ'nin? Hey, T.I.P., nigga I'm up in Harlem to put it down wit my muthafuckin
There's paper scattered on the lawn Birds up on the line There's letters left unopened here There never is the time There's messages I should return
(Jim uh huh, Jim uh huh, Jim) Jim, I did everything that I could But your fever just wouldn't die down So I tied your horse to the wagon bed And last
for Jim Please father, ringing the bells for Jim I'm sorry, I'm cryin' but my brother Jim's dyin' So, I'm ringing the bells for Jim" Please father,
wit the deal, still got cane to cut 'Cause we Certified Gangstaz Yeah, yeah, what you seen here Is Certified Gangstaz on this shit Jim Jones, [Incomprehensible
'm 40 will off your brain, kids will be lost and claimed 'Cause of Walton James, now in the orphan game Whether adoption or foster it's all the same Jim
Bird gang Club Banger Tryin' to holla at you shorty One focus, one focus only Tryin' to hit that thang, let's go We make hits in the studio nightly We
Killa This my man Jim Jones You know we been through a lot of devastation, larceny Defeat, misconceptions Man, fuck all that, I don't know what that's
Running streets all day I've been looking at the stars all night And I've been thinking how can I get away And I've been running in the streets all day
Cold sweats from bad dreams I hope the Feds don't grab the team 'Cause we been labeled as the trouble makers We sell whole pies so you ain't got to cut
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Day and night, the shadows move too slowly From dark to light she promised she could know me Remember when, I watched her on the stairway She was drinkin
I smoke a cigarette As I wait in the bath And I wait for you For an hour and a half And I go to the window Where the sky falls down in rains And I look
Each night, they surround me With the lights and the microphones . . . With their bodies and the mile of cable Like a magic ring of bone Every night
By jim carroll and steve linsley You're passing, I hear your shadow through the door It's outlined on my shade Like a map of some foreign shore If I
I hitched a ride to a desert town (I never planned this trip) I saw my past in the sun like a tongue (that slowly dripped) People faced me with lazarus