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letra de around my way - jim jones

[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 motherf-cker 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
f-ck around you could barred caught up on a gooder charge (that c0ke!)
i fell in love with the sound of the bl!cker-blast (bldddddat!)
i roll around in this town where these n-ggas mad (eastside!)
wit’ shifty plans, it gets me man
how they try to get a kilo out of 15 gram
d-mn, d-mn 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 n-ggas’ll ride
it’s do or die, hope my n-ggas survive)
around my wayyyyy
(it’s do or die, hope my n-ggas’ll ride
it’s do or die, hope my n-ggas survive)
all the corners filled with sorrow (yea)
all the streets are filled with pain
around my wayyyyy (harlem)
(hope my n-ggas’ll ride, it’s do or die hope my n-ggas survive)

[verse 2: jim jones]
by my way, these n-ggas livin’ for the foul play (they greasy)
brothers gunnin’, babies runnin’ this where the childs play (watch ’em)
puffin’ gr-ss, cuttin cl-ss, 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
(f-ck the police!)
pourin’ liquor, for my n-ggas, the ones that’s dead and gone (r.i.p.!)
loadin’ triggers, holdin’ bl!ckers, 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 bullsh-t my big buzzings is about
h0m-cide, 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 (f-ck 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 n-gga 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 (f-ck that)
when will it change, the restraints to the man harr-ssin’
i gotta say i still love this sh-t
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 (sh-gs, 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 n-ggas down there in the trap
that’s my way
big shout out to houston…

- jim jones

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