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Jim Jones

Joseph Guillermo Jones II (born July 15, 1976), better known by his stage name Jim Jones, is an American rapper and original member of The Diplomats, also known as Dipset. He is Co-CEO of Diplomat Records. Jones is also a noted video director under the name CAPO, for artists including Cam'ron, Remy Ma, and State Property. more »

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Street taught us (uh-huh)
We could never forget what the streets taught us (not at all)
Love the Harlem streets, rest in peace
(Heatmakerz, crack music) uh-huh
Love my Harlem, rest in peace Porter (I love Harlem)
Love my, rest in peace Porter (that's what made me)
Love my Harlem streets (uh-huh), uh
We could never forget what the streets taught us
Love my Harlem streets, rest in peace Porter (Jones)
We could never forget what the streets taught us (right)

Love my Harlem streets, rest in peace Porter (R.I.P.)
You did the Air Ones, never did the three quarters (not at all)
And the Feds still tappin' like free water (I see 'em)

You gotta look both ways 'fore you cross the street (watch out)
You gotta watch out for them strays from across the street (duck down)
In my day, I was clapping at all the beef (boom!)
Start beefin' now, man, these rappers might call police (f*ck 'em)
I grew up in a country that rather war than peace (I used to say)
In my hood there's always war, so I wore the piece (I'm low, shit)
We had to make a heaven out of hell, uh
Tuh, some made a bed up in the cell (pray for 'em)
I be thinkin' 'bout Gato, wish I could get him out of jail (Gato!)
And I try not to listen to what they said about Trel (R.I.P.)
I was up when they said I might've fell (facts)
New Bentley truck rollin' up and light a L, like (Brizzy what's up?)
10K I used to pitch it underhand (facts)
Then burn all the money like what I did to Uncle Sam (I spent that)
And the first time they screamin' out the Dips on Summer Jam
When I told Nas, "Aww man, you niggas understand", well

Y'all be talkin' 'bout wars but never fought 'em (y'all don't want smoke)
I've been buyin' new cars like every Autumn (every year)
Y'all been packin' these guns but never shot 'em (who dead?)
And be talkin' 'bout watches but never got 'em (where them watches at?)
If you catch me in whips, you know I own it
Y'all be talkin' that shit, we don't condone it (wassup, now?)
Ho you got me fucked up, bitch, I'm a savage (bitch, I'm a savage)
They should've told you I'm not your average (huh)

I'd rather be ready than stayin' woke (facts)
'Cause these niggas ain't ready when they be woke (fax me that)
And these bitches be petty but they be broke (say that then)
All my niggas is deadly, they pray for coke (woo)
I got niggas deported that's like Haitian Jack (six)
With Trump in the office they'll never make it back (damn)
All my niggas be flossin', hop out the May and 'Bach (drippin')
The connect came home, I gotta pay him back (f*ck)
Shut the f*ck up whenever the D's caught us (shut up)
We tried to run whenever we see the Taurus (squalie)
Did the 5 Series, never did the three quarters (uh-uh)
Coke price up and down, they tryna see-saw us (I'm dizzy)
They treatin' Meek like he the Unabomber (Meek, what's up?)
Abusin' your power, that's how you do your Honor? (f*ck that bitch)
We taught to shoot before they shoot the harmless
(Boom-boom, boom-boom)
I hop out the Coupe, I got the crew behind us (eastside)
On yachts with the chef in it (factual)
I be jumping out drops with the TEC in it (try me then)
Shit, I flood the watch and put baguettes in it (what you gon' do?)
Pull up on the block like what's left in it (who got bang?)

Y'all be talkin' 'bout wars but never fought 'em (never fought 'em)
I've been buyin' new cars like every Autumn (every autumn)
Y'all been packin' these guns but never shot 'em (never, boom)
And be talkin' 'bout watches but never got 'em (where them watches at?)
If you catch me in whips, you know I own it (know we own it)
Y'all be talkin' that shit, we don't condone it (don't condone it)
Ho you got me fucked up, bitch, I'm a savage (bitch, I'm savage)
They should've told you I'm not your average (argh)

They should've told you I'm not your average (huh)
We started this drip (started this drip)
F*ck you think the sauce came from? (ha)
Eastside to all my Nine-Trey Billies (Nine-Trey Billies)
Ain't nothin' changed, Dipset, the Byrds still fly high (fly high)
Byrd Gang and we still bangin'
Nine-Trey Billy shit, 15th Street, you know, bang bang (bang bang)
Regular (regular), Jones (Jones)

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