Jim Jones - Harlem's American Gangster (2008) by Jim Jones (보컬) on maniadb.com

[Juelz Santana]
Yo who that
[Ja]
Me,it's Ja

[Juelz Santana]
Ja, Come in man
What up Ja, what's poppin

[Ja]
What up Uncle Ju Ju
You know Im five years old now right

[Juelz Santana]
Yeah I know man you gettin big tell me about it what's good

[Ja]
It's crazy man, you know my teacher had the nerve to ask me for your autograph

[Juelz Santana]
What, she asked for my autograph in the class

[Ja]
I had to tell her man im here to learn this aint the time or the place for that

[Juelz Santana]
you crazy man say word

[Ja]
word

[Juelz Santana]
you a trip lil nigga you know that, what you tell her after that

[Ja]
I said a dipset bitch

[Juelz Santana]
a a a, come on man you cant be doin it like that at five man, you got to get another decade with you at least

[Ja]
you know that you the only thing they talk about in my school

[Juelz Santana]
word

[Ja]
not cause you that nigga

[Juelz Santana]
why

[Ja]
but bacause im that nigga


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you all i talk about

[Juelz Santana]
that's what's up that's what's up

[Ja]
some of the kids can hardly talk

[Juelz Santana]
yeah word

[Ja]
there fore you gotta make it happen
know what im talkin bout

[Juelz Santana]
yeah yeah i know what you talkin about nigga i know

[Ja]
word uncle Ju Ju

[Juelz Santana]
yo man come on man you gotta stop with that uncle Ju Ju shit man know what i mean

[Ja]
that's what i call you, that's what ima keep callin you and let everybody else call you Juelz aight

[Juelz Santana]
aight

[Ja]
other than that I just wanna tell you I love you

[Juelz Santana]
aww i love you too man

[Ja]
wo wo wo, dont be gettin all mushy on me man, it's time to do it big, now lets go

[Juelz Santana rapping]
Now that I've got your attention
[Repeat x5]
Im what the games been missing
What you about to witness is something that you haven't been witness'in
Im what the games been missing

[Chorus: ]
Now how u gon? tell me you don?t love me no more (how you gon' tell me that?)
'Cuz I'm out here getting this bread (you hatin' on this paper chase?)
Tryna get my Momma a crib (shit don?t even sound right)
Tryna get up out the ghetto
Now how the hood talkin' 'bout they don't need me no more
(What'chu want me stuck in the ghetto, listen I'ma get out)
'Cuz a mu'fucka push that GT
(Then you what, I'ma come back for the niggas need to be reached for)
It's a problem tryna take that from me
(You niggas is slippin')
'Cuz I'm packin' heavy metal uhhuh

I hear the streets talking funny (shit)
So I laugh (haha) tell 'em keep talking funny (keep talking funny)
I'ma keep talking money (yup)
And all different types (what)
The yens and the pounds (pounds)
Nigga just for spite push, the Bentley round town (sparrows)
Tripin' in ice I still be up town (Harlem)
I hear em kicking up dirt on my name (so what)
But I could clean em up like detergent on a stain
Or I'll beam 'em up we got birdies on the chain (easy)
Respect my mind or respect my grind (cause what)
Gone to the bank when its cheque signing time (okay)
Its Tito Borough when it's jet flying time (clear-port)
And we so thorough we the set fly or die (Dip Set)
The bitches funny I'm talking bout life (yup)
It was Sunday to Sunday on New York's chilly nights (that's right)
And we was hungry nauseas for a bite
But if the world's apple pie of course you want a slice (yup)

[Chorus: ]

Heard somebody speak my name, but death was next to it (pray for me)
My next breath was let's do it (kid)
Got me runnin' through the game with my vest and my best shooters (who's next)
Best of event VVS and best ya jewelers (new year)
Nigga outta lame ya shit, gets chewed up (get em)
And I'm tryna kill the pain with like two sluts (what's up baby)
Use to say money ain't a thang to I blew up (what)
Then money's everything, but that thang can break your crew up (true stills)
Where did love go? (where)
And where does that leave us? (where we at)
They holdin' grudges on how they receive us (fa sho')
And show the judges on how they perceive us
Hate to see a thug nigga whip the foreign features (ballin')
Secretary's that Condoleza (yup)
Cash first, secondary we use the visa (uh huh)
Blast first, never worry about police cuffs (nope)
Ya either leave us or you free us
I need money!

[Chorus: ]

American Gangster is what i want to be.
The song goes thru my ears,but it's to loud.
My feather used to be a gangster in his band.
He was a mexaen then he turned into a american.
So everyone called him AMERICAN GANGSTER.
I became one just like him.
I got in a band just like him.

I did everything just like him.
I came home my mother just stared at meee uh...i screamed just like
Him. then i looked him.