Jim Jones - Intro Feat. Sen City & Chink Santana

Lyrics to Intro Feat. Sen City & Chink Santana by Jim Jones

Come on, come on Come on give me that double give me that double, Give it to me You never knew what it took to get here They say life dont stop for no one So I'm going back in my people This what ya'll wanted right? You said you wanted the truth So I solemnly swear, that the truth be told I'm thuggin to the day I die It's Dipset, it's more than just music now It's a way of life, it's more than the 200 hundred years of blood sweat and tears Ho stand me? For all my ballers, my day crawlers... It's bigger than Nino Brown [Chorus] Take a walk, lets slide Take a journey wit ya' boy and lets ride You dont even need a seat belt homie Cause where I'm bout to take you You dont need nothin' homie And I don't need nothin' on me But a bottle purple juice and my weed smoke homie I just need you in the zone, take ya' oastar off and make yaself at home It must of been a obsession, Had to make it large (Dreams) Started my progression, I'd stay stayed with the huds (Down South) Now it's private jets, smokin' haze what the stars (G4) Quarter mill write the check is how we for the car (What's The Price?) Switchin' lanes up 7th, Are we racin' the cars (Harlem) But the boys still stressin', I'm facin' the charge (Yay-Ya Be Trippin') Still prayin' to God, Cause lifes not promised, not even manana (Fuck tomorrow) Remember movin' bricks, paranoid bout ehanas Or even at the club, an them boys and then behind us I'm chasin' death, gettin' closer to 30 (Gettin Older) Sunny outside, but the work is dirty Days out, Harlem nights, over in Jersey In my rare view goin' home cause the vultures is thirsty (I See Em) Pull that doubt you won't catch me in traffic Dark tints on the V, when I lack it's the ratchet, bastidd [Chorus] Take a walk, lets slide Take a journey wit ya' boy and lets ride You dont even need a seat belt homie Cause where I'm bout to take you You dont need nothin' homie And I don't need nothin' on me But a bottle purple juice and my weed smoke homie I just need you in the zone, take ya' oastar off and make yaself at home Now I'm the leader of the pack, Can't help to think back How I was eager to sell crack, I thought it was the shit (Damn) When they talk about my influence, I thought of uncle Ricky (Uncle Ricky Wha's Good) He used to call up on his flip, he start snortin' on his shit The same life had me gas'd, when I bought my first vic I was heavy on the gas, when I bought my first whip I thought I was the shit, you couldn't tell me nothing I was 16, I told the teacha "You can feel me fuck em" (Feel Me Nigga) Just any suits, pullin' up to club in Beamer coups Gettin' cash (Gettin' Cash) We livin' fast (Fast) Different women every night, couple of bitches clashed (Fuck You Bitches) I just laughed (Ha ha ha ha ha ha, Now Listen) I almost got wiped out on the wave, Thought 11 was tsunami For the prices of the yay (Fuck The City Up) The hustlas, they know the saga of the story (I Know The Story) We live sucka free and show problems to authority [Chorus] Take a walk, lets slide Take a journey wit ya' boy and lets ride You dont even need a seat belt homie Cause where I'm bout to take you You dont need nothin' homie And I don't need nothin' on me But a bottle purple juice and my weed smoke homie I just need you in the zone, take ya' oastar off and make yaself at home one... Two, Feds comin' for you Three... Four, Betta' watch the law Five... Six, If you start pumpin' bricks Seven... Eight, hope it ain't heavy weight Ferrari dreams, feds spooked me in my nightmare I tried to scream like Freddy Kruegers' in my nightmare (Livin' For The Fame) So a nigga scared to go to sleep Until the day break, I'm tearin' up the street Porsche'n with the clutch, ballin' like the play off's Top goin' 40 on the floor, with the safe off 12 car convoyed a road full of race cars Till' the pilot give me 5 minutes before he take off (Roll Up) [Chorus] Take a walk, lets slide Take a journey wit ya' boy and lets ride You dont even need a seat belt homie Cause where I'm bout to take you You dont need nothin' homie And I don't need nothin' on me But a bottle purple juice and my weed smoke homie I just need you in the zone, take ya' oastar off and make yaself at home That's my conclusion... See it's the fast life we livin'... So I'm ah tell you, if you in the left lane keep going cause they right on your heels nigga (Squalieee) And if they catch you, that's your ass... And if you blink nigga, your life could be over (We Got No Time For Sleep) I keep sayin' the rap game is like the crack game Cause we could all end up dead or in jail They got us under surveillance... And to all my niggas behind the g-wall (My Soldiers) Inhale, exhale... Shake your nuts if you have to (East Side) And all the political soldiers that ain't never comin' home (RIP Too) To all my homies, East Side... While you in your cell, raise hell to this (Roll Call) I do this for ya'll (Dipset)... I feel ya' pain (I'm on The Same Route) I know what it's like hittin' the streets at ah early age to deal cocaine (It's Ah Cold World) Survival, It's all about the struggle (We Gotta' Eat)... So I dedicate this to you (My Soldiers) Keep your head up and your eyes open... Stay focused, It's us against them I'd never let them take me alive, take me alive.. Take a journey wit ya' boy, let's ride..