Jim Jones - Around My Way lyrics

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)

Around my way is where this road started
(Harlem) this little wild motherfucker 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
Fuck around you could barred caught
Up on a gooder charge (that coke)
I fell in love with the
Sound of the blicker-blast (bldddddat)
I roll around in this town
Where these niggas mad (Eastside)
Wit' shifty plans, it gets me man
How they try to get a kilo out of 15 gram
Damn, damn I mean some say we trippin' (why)
Cause we rather stand on corners
Get our dollars of pitchin (that's right)

(Jim Jones) around my wayyyyy
(It's do or die, hope my niggas'll ride
It's do or die, hope my niggas survive)
Around my wayyyyy
(It's do or die, hope my niggas'll ride
It's do or die, hope my niggas survive)
All the corners filled with sorrow (yea)
All the streets are filled with pain
Around my wayyyyy (Harlem)
(Hope my niggas'll ride
It's do or die hope my niggas survive)

By my way
These niggas livin' for the foul play
(they greasy) brothers gunnin'
Babies runnin' this where the childs play
(watch 'em) puffin' grass, cuttin class
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
(fuck the police)
Pourin' liquor, for my niggas
The ones that's dead and gone (RIP)
Loadin' triggers, holdin' blickers
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 bullshit my
Big buzzings is about homocide, 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 (fuck it)
We doomed for the cage (yeah)
I never let go of my ghetto
Still shoot through my way around my way

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 nigga 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
(fuck that) when will it change
The restraints to the man harrassin'
I gotta say I still love this shit
Around my way

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 (Shags, 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 niggas down there in the Trap
That's my way big shout out to Houston