Jim Jones How G Is This Lyrics

Dipset, Jones
How G is this
Gangsta (Jim Jones)
How G is this
Gangsta (Killa Cam)
How G is this
Gangsta (Santana)
How G is this
Gangsta (Freaky)
How G is this
Gangsta (Dipset) (x3)

Im from this other side
where brothers ride
they bangin over these colors right.
U get caught up in the wrong turf
ur a b____ nd theyre goin up in ur skirts.
In life, man the stakes is high
cuz my n____z tryina eat
nd the price of these steaks is high.
My n____z aint gon settle
for no cheesesteaks nd fries.
Every n____ in my ghetto
could u please relate to I.
U see the boys
that police chase to the ride.
Speak no name (something)
Dangerous grounds where gangas get found
slumped nd slain with their brains on the ground.
I been through the marathon
I sing me the saddest song
Nd crime aint gon stop
if you speak to Minister Farrakhan.
How could u wack somebody (something)
wen we grew up hardbody
nd nobody wasnt home
So of course we played the llami wit the chrome
nd my city filled with the thugs
placed Gotti on the throne.
n____s like fritz to get it like rich.
nd i woulda sent alpo but that n____s a snitch
Im from the projects where the B's ride hard,
Taft nd Foster where they breathe 5 stars
Task force nd the capris try hard to get u
trapped nd caught on a 3 to 9 charge.
Convicted to sales, restricted to jails.
I guess my vision just failed
but this isnt hell.
In every ghetto n____z hangin jus like us.
Beef come they think aint no thang they jus gon bust.
But I dont know what the f___ they thought
them n____z just gon bang just like us.
Rep they set for they gang nd thats our trust.
Im from where we get drunk nd wild blunted.
Im from Harlem, yall. aka wild hundred

Dipset you know what it is
Capo status
How real is dat
G's up
you heard me, east side
its your boy jones
dipset
thats right new york's rider man
the tri state dandy
the 50 state rebels
you know my slogan
f___ a b___on up nd im never shuttin up
tell the government stop me
u heard
dipset killa holla at me
juelz santana, freaky zekey they cant stop us
hell rell come home, free sheik ali
u know what it is
all my soldiers behind gon keep ur nd ur eyes open
i see u wen u get out here till then,
inhale exhale shake ur nuts n____ no h___
im outta this biaiaitch
g's up EAST SIDE