NYC Jim Jones (Ft. Fat Joe)

[Intro: Jim Jones]
New York City, please go easy on me tonight
New York City, please go easy on this heart of mine
This Rotten Apple
'Cause I'm losin' my lover to (Crime wave) the arms of another (Uh)
New York City (East side), please go easy on (Heatmakerz) me
(Crack Music)
Tonight
Jones

[Verse 1: Jim Jones]
Crime and the murder rate, that rose up (It's hot out)
Every time he got a bird and the crack rose up (Free)
I don't jog in Central Park, don't need mistaken identity (Capo)
Watch for the scammers because they takin' identities (Your pieces hittin'?)
There's eight million stories on a daily basis (Facts)
Niggas chasin' dreams or catchin' scary cases (Gotta lawyer up)
No more pitchin' to the fiends until they clear the bases (Woo)
I knew niggas that was wired like they wearin' braces (Check him)
Drug dealers and killers I was on corners with (True)
Even played in the Garden like I was on the Knicks (Swish)
But when I came through Harlem, all type of foreign shit (Serve 'em fast)
Top off, titties out, nigga, this like a porno flick (Facts)
So I pray for 9/11 in my 911 (Pray for us)
Couple niggas missed some shots, it ain't my time in Heaven (Missed, nigga)
No due respect but due to these model hoes
I seen niggas lose they soul and, damn, it gets swallowed whole (Silly niggas)
Bitch, you a bottle girl and keep my bottles cold
I came through drippin' all type of designer clothes (Pray for us)