Представляем точный текст композиции "When Thugs Die" и глубже погружаем в смыслы творчества артиста Jim Jones . Эта интерпретация слов песни помогает лучше понять смысл заложенный в композицию. Лирика «When Thugs Die» — это не просто строчки, а история, которую Jim Jones передаёт через ритм и интонации. Изучайте переводы, оригинальные версии и толкования, чтобы раскрыть все грани этого трека.
Jim Jones - "When Thugs Die"
Lyrics to When Thugs Die : [Jim Jones] Got this problem with these niggaz on the other side of town Plus my little homey Pop-la-di hes a rider now So you know he want some answers off top he ridin down With them automatic weapons, load and fire in the pound (bang bang) Hood devestated, prayin that they let him make it Heard it bout the incident, its crazy how he just got faded (its fucked up) But its better places, Gs call it heavens Matrix Pray the Lord open up, they told me how heavens gated (let a thug in) Certified, decorated Murder never hesitated, I heard it was premeditated (who told you that) And my whole hood segregated Harlem Worlds so small, but my whole ghetto dedicated (Eastside, Westside) We was young, loose cannons Shoot cannons, point aim, broad day, wherever you standin (fuck that do it now) We live our life as a G Day and, night with the heat, rollin dice on the street Now come on [Chorus 4X: Jim Jones] Do doves fly, when thugs cry' Heres a story bout the trials and tribulations of this thug life [Jim Jones] Now, play the game, know the code, say no names Fast life aint no game, R.I.P. Baby Main He was large in the game, slingin thangs Shiny rings, diamond chains, hes a star in my hood (he was ') All the cars, V12 by the hood Had the jets, had the strip, had the power, he was livin that life New whips every hour, its a shame, in my hood Hell be missed like the Towers in the midst of the prowess Not to put his business out there (uh-huh) But the kidll make you think that Po Rich was out here (like 86) And in these stories it mainly contain the lobby About the young and the restless like Harlems main {'} [Chorus] [Jim Jones] We light and chill, each night we would chill Block number, fifty-{'}-seven, movin white for them bills Stashin open rice for it stales, I tried to tell you That my life is so real, they dog me in and bring me home nine-trey Took the city on my own crime raid (N.Y.C.) Invadin clubs, with brazy bloods (tell em) Tell Peter Geisha whats up, back to the saga, when Light got killed Its like one side of my life is killed, for real And Chills turned state fed, couldnt deal with a state bed But snitchin breaks the code, gotta lie in your made bed (you know the rules) No sympathy homey, you gotta follow them codes You get a thousand years of die in that hole (Gs up) [Chorus] [ When Thugs Die Lyrics ]
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