[Chorus] (Jim Jones) Around my wayyyyy (Ok this ya boy Jones aka Capo Status) Around my wayyyyy (I'm about to take you through my way you know the Projects and all that, I'm from Harlem ya'll) Where the corners filled with sorrow (But I think ummm..) All the streets are filled with pain (every hood, every ghetto, every gutter, that's my way, you dig) Around my wayyyyy (I love it like that, straight like that, Eastside) [Verse 1: Jim Jones] Around my way is where this road started (Harlem!) This little wild motherf**er grew up cold-hearted, rolled the hardest (yeah!) And I was runnin' all through the projects (Taff) Till I got caught up on some bogus charges Brought up learnin' loadin' cartridge (lock and load) This little drama had dreams I used to run on the scene, gun in between stomach and jeans (jack move jack) Its only by the good of God, that we make it past 25 on my boulevard (and we still here) Hmmm and Lord knows my hood is hard f** around you could barred caught up on a gooder charge (that coke!) I fell in love with the sound of the blicker-blast (bldddddat!) I roll around in this town where these n***as mad (Eastside!) Wit' shifty plans, it gets me man How they try to get a kilo out of 15 gram Damn, damn I mean some say we trippin' (why) Cause we rather stand on corners get our dollars of pitchin (that's right) [Chorus] (Jim Jones) Around my wayyyyy (It's do or die, hope my n***as'll ride It's do or die, hope my n***as survive) Around my wayyyyy (It's do or die, hope my n***as'll ride It's do or die, hope my n***as survive) All the corners filled with sorrow (yea) All the streets are filled with pain Around my wayyyyy (Harlem) (Hope my n***as'll ride, it's do or die hope my n***as survive) [Verse 2: Jim Jones] By my way, these n***as livin' for the foul play (they greasy) Brothers gunnin', babies runnin' this where the childs play (watch 'em) Puffin' gra**, cuttin cla**, jus' tryin' play my part (straight g's) Bustin' Mags, dust and cash, jus' tryin' to play my mark (that money) Starvin' nights, startin' fights, jus' like a trouble-maker (what's poppin'!) Through the nights, blue and whites, hope they don't cuff and take us (f** the police!) Pourin' liquor, for my n***as, the ones that's dead and gone (R.I.P.!) Loadin' triggers, holdin' blickers, so we can get it On (Blllldddddddaaaat!) Yeah, he we go buggin' out I mean some are blooded-in But there ain't no bloodin'-out I'm on that same bullsh** my big buzzings is about h*mocide, drive-by, loaded clips and spit 'em out Got birds for money, on the curb we hungry And I promise that my way is like a 3rd world country (f** it!) We doomed for the cage (yeah!) I never let go of my ghetto, still shoot through my way Around my way [Chorus] [Verse 3: Jim Jones] I got some people, about my casaleo Te matan, tu madre like "Ay bendito" (dito!) No hable ingles, but they fuma llerbita Move with them heaters, in tune with my medas (demelo!) And to my goons and negritas Shout to my n***a El Lobo Who get in rojo and spit and the popo (que pasol!) Over bricks with them lobos The kid 'ill go loco and grip up the .44 and spit it like uh-oh (hey pato) Along the way, I'm scoopin' games in this manly fashion (that's right) And by the way, I'm movin' caine while I'm blammer-blastin (f** that) When will it change, the restraints to the man harra**in' I gotta say I still love this sh** Around my way [Chorus] [Outro: Jim Jones overlaping Chorus towards the middle] Yeah, this one goes to my way All my G's, all my soldiers 'Round my way keep ya head up We jus' started, we bubblin' Hun-15th and 7th Hun-15th and Lennox Hun-12th and 5th, the border of 1st Avenue That's my way Whole Westside of Harlem Whole Washington Heights, all my Dominicans They all around my way You know, Chi-Town, K-Town That's up there by my way, smell me Whole Ohio, Ackren, Colombus, Cinncinati That's my way Whole New Jersey, Newark, them LB's That's my way Shout outs to Patterson (Shags, Lulu) That's my way Whole North-Cackalacka, Greensboro, come down there That's my way Can't forget Miami, Day-County That's all around my way Shout outs to Atlanta, down in Bank-Head, my n***as down there in the Trap That's my way Big shout out to Houston...