My Diary

\r(feat. Denise Weeks)

\rPardon The Syzzrup...

\r[jim Jones]
\rNow We Try Corners
\rOld Folks Try And Warn Us
\rThe Cops Try And Swarm Us
\rBlocks Hot Like Saunas
\rWell Fuck It I'ma Risk It
\rGot A Bunt Nigga Twist It
\rImma Get Drunk With My Biscuit
\r5 Cent Cup, Take A Sip Kid
\rImma Product Of The P-jects
\rMy Teachers Always Told Me That I'd Prolly Be A Reject
\rI Came Up By My Lonely Now I'm A Product Of That D-set
\rTwo Twelvin With My Homie, He Caught A Homy Of That D-wreck
\rHe Said It Had Him Zonin' Left The Body In Bulding Three Steps
\rThe Project Now On Fire Every Where You See The Detects
\rHis High Is Coming Down Cause Now He's Nervous Smokin Bogeys
\rAnd Now He Findin Out That Fuckin Murder Was His Co-d
\rAnd This The Shit That Happens All Too Often Up In Harlem
\rNo Shit You Smell A Rat You Better Off Him Whats The Problem
\rIn This Business Sellin Crack We Cook That Raw Shit Up To Hard Shit
\rAnd Tell My Fellas That And To My Coffin Steady Mobbin' To My Coffin
\rSteady Mobbin'

\r[chorus: Denise Weeks]
\rTake A Look Into My Eyes And You'll See All The Pain The Ghetto Brings
\rTake A Journey Through My Soul And Lets
\rRoll Through The Streets Of Reality
\rThey Tell Me Slow Down I'm Livin' Life Fast See They Don't All Wanna
\rRide With Me
\rI Know It Ain't Right But This Is My Life
\rIt's Just A Piece Of My Diary Yeah

\r[jim Jones]
\rNow, We Ran Wreckless, No Grown-ups To Guide Us
\rSo It's The Man What You Expect, I've Grown-up To Violence
\rI Had My Eye Up On The Pushers, The Ones That Stay Fly
\rFiends Got High Off The Suga, You Know That Ain't Riiight
\rThat Sweet Cane, Some Got Buried To The Street Game
\rMy Niggaz Only Worried Bout The Jewelry And The Street Fame
\rAnd What The Bitches Thought Of Them, It's All About The Money
\rWell Shit I Cop Some Porsche Or Trucks
\r'member I Was Hungry, I Was Whippin In The Corsica
\rHoopty Muthafucka, Hoppin The Double Four's
\rMy Pants Droopy Muthafuckas
\rAnd Pardon My Grammar, My Nana Died '95
\rSo I Done Left My Heart Wit My Grandma
\rI Hid Outside And Played The Park Wit The Hammer
\rAnd I'm Watchin For The Narcs, They Movin Cars With Antennas
\rThug And Respect, For All My Goons Behind Bars In The Slammas
\rTo My G's On Rikers, To All My Three Time Lifers

\r[chorus]

\r[bridge - 2x]
\rThis Is My Life We Die Young Cause We Livin Fast
\rSo I'ma Let You Read My Diary I'ma Let You Read My Dairy

\r[jim Jones]
\rNow Lets Ride (to Where), To Harlem, The Westside
\rI Show You Blocks And Murals, Dawg Where Some Of The Best Died
\r(like Who...like Who?) Like Porter And Them
\rI Heard Po Put The Order On Him, Now That's More Than A Friend!
\rBut He Stitched Of Course, Now Let's Talk About Fritz The Boss
\rAnd He Got Rich Off Snort, They Said 500 Bricks Was Brought
\rSo In Hindsight, It's A Shorty Who Couldn't Get A Gist Of His Thought
\rBut If You Grind Right Wit The Snorpy, A Whip Could Be Bought
\rNow Think About Po-9, If It Caught Me, How It Get You In Court
\rBut Now The Feds, They Still Tailin Me, Da Think He Nailin Me
\rI Had To Turn In The Goons Come And Post The Bail For Me
\rStill In The Byrd Gang Myself, You Say Byrd Gang Is Wealth
\rAnd All The Liquor Stores, Man The Syzzurp On The Shelf
\rI Rose From The Dump You See, Now It's Dipset, Byrd Gang The Company

\r[chorus]

\r[bridge 2x]