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Jim Jones Harlem Diary Of A Summer

posed ta flow Thought he posed ta blooooooow Its Dip-set baby, DIP-SET!!! Nigga its Jim Jones [Verse 3: Jim Jones] I live a hard rock life Mix a whole

with a thug I'm in love... with a gangsta, yeah [Jim Jones] Now my wife she won't stop blowin' my phone up Every bitch conversation they keep throwin' the Jones

(feat. Hell Rell) [Intro: Jim Jones] Rell fresh home How it feel to back where the bricks my nigga Ya heard, I got the D.A. on my ass right now All

Go, come on) People come along would you ride wit me? (Go, come on) Ride wit me, Ride wit me, Ride wit me..(C'mon) [Jim Jones] Your ride ain't safe (

your all about Flashbacks of last night of me ballin out (Harlem!) 1 a.m. we was at the club (What Happen !?) 2 a.m. Ten bottles of bub (Money ain't a

Jim Jones Talking] See rap music is subliminal But the music for us is like our own diary Something like a confession They tell me 'life is a bitch' She

say what you heard me say what say what say what you heard me man get a set of wings so you can fly wit the birdies Harlem,(Harlem) across the 1-1-0, (