Jim Jones - What Is This Lyrics
[Jim Jones:]What is this, that gangsta gangsta lets get back to businessyou gotta kill ‘em dead so they dont ask the witnessno questions on the stand is there especially to the BLAMyeah, I let ‘em talk to the stainlessif it’s beef lets keep it G we don’t talk wit disclaimerswe say names we ain’t playin we leave ya corpse on the pavementand I ain’t hard to find I’m in New York like the Rangersmy team, what, we all are nicewe pack guns and go to clubs and we ball all nightcrack sales in the slums break the law all nightso the glock stay stashed up it’s cops tryin to harass usthese pretty cars seem to grab they attentionthey know these pretty cars cost more cash than they pinchenplus the city’s ours plus I’m back with a visionDipSet in this ***** you know I’m a menace, nigga[Hook:]It’s uhhhwhat is thisDipSetwhat is thisbyrd gamewhat is thisthat certified G lets get back to businesssay what say what say whatyou heard mesay what say what say whatyou heard mesay what say what say whatyou heard meman get a set of wings so you can fly wit the birdiesHarlem,(Harlem) across the 1-1-0, (thou-hundred)where it all seems to rain and the sun dont show, (sun don’t shine)as long as it’s white caine oh you know we gon blow, (get money)shit these dice games we bet lump sums on roll, (can’t stop)wear white tees but the guns don’t show, (got it on me)and my advice where I’m from dont go, (be careful)and we all love this life but we must follow codes, (follow that code)it’s a sequel society all we ask, trustpolice keep on eyein’ me now thats *****ed up, (***** ‘em)enemies know the deal we will clap shit up, (what’s good)we hit niggaz with heaterswatch the morgue come and get ‘em put them niggaz in freezers, (them blackziplock bags)shit, he bit off more than he could chew, (no homo)he did what he could but that was more than he could do, (stupid)DipSet, shit we more than just a crew, (power)we thick up in the hood, all aboard we on the move, (eastside)now y’all expect us to stop, (nope)I just cost 3 mill. of them records off Koch, (I’m still sellin’)what you can expect, expect for a drop, (watch this)bubble back with the sky as my ceiling[Hook]Nigga I’m laughin’ now I’m shoppin’ on Madison, (why?)just was in a hustle fiends was coppin of Madison, (nicks and dimes)thats uptown though I was posted on 5th ave, (pollo)12th street movin’ all the poker that Rich had, (hustler)I’m 17 I was bumpin’ up mixed slabsword, me I stashed every pack in this ***** lab, (stupid *****)I should’ve told her now the shit where ya kids at, (dummy)don’t get high on your own supply, (ya hear that)it’s the rules in life that we must apply,(well name a couple of them)well we must get flythrough this concrete jungle big chunks wit tribes, (shoutouts to the homeys)blow my fairy side
