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The Jacka (The Jacka)
to your pimp Like a P-I-T Wool out Don't let go to what you got And don't come back short 'cause you might get mopped I'm a pimp And hoes ain't shit without
the hood and I'm packistan Bitch I'm a mutha fuckin jacka man And Understand when the mutha fuckin crack is stayin [Trick Daddy] Why'all mutha
a dream I had bricks like transporter Change my life like Steph Curry in the fourth quarter What if you drove by a playground and witness Michael Jordan
at night The moon will illuminate my room and soon I'm consumed by my doom Once upon a time nobody gave a f*** It's all said and done and my c***'s been
This song is dedicated to the murderers… May god judge you accordingly. Good luck with that one… You see the beast starts sprayin’ That's what I'm
the only ones who up at night The moon will illuminate my room and soon I'm consumed by my doom Once upon a time nobody gave a f*** It's all said and done
like me don't want to hear that shit so do what the fuck you been told [chours] I smoke by myself I drank by myself I fuck these hoes by my got damn
[Chorus: x2] Its hustle time Texas I do this for tha streets Grindin' wit no sleep because that paper what I seek That hatin' need ta cease I'm evadin'
rap niggaz I'm the one With basic rhyme pattern, how the fuck you tryin' to jacka Basic ass rappas, got 'em running for they life I philosophies about
up in my head. Some say I OD'd Off that X, what they gon' say next? Grandma Died, momma House, lemme talk to ya. Niggas Hate, but I don't drive by
Cruisin' for a bruisin', I'm talkin' no crap Pipe bomb in my trunk, got a nine in my lap I'm layin' for a sprayin', tonight there's no playin'
the Taz see Murder been known to keep the rocks up in the skillet man Waitin on a kilo they eight I'm straight you dig What you need ten
And I knock on virgin hoe So and if ya dick fit 'cause it's dank and drink Ya got me thinkin by the quick lick I'm big wit the .44 This ain't an indo Got
crafted I'm another deadly venom style to be mastered By a psychopathic, way beyond an average Joe, with a hellafied flow, there ya have it What's that
) they claim/ i'm a head of tha game / 'cause they call me beretta 'cause i'm sprayin ya brain/ Lil Blake a.k.a Beretta High Point, NC 27260
sold Peedi Crakk Game was on the block in his beanie with a Mac I'm what you rap niggas 'fraid of A Compton nigga that could go bar for bar with Jada
Huh, what what You got it goin' on (what what) Huh, wha wha You got it goin' on (what what, come on) Strictly fuck with those six digit niggaz
that I crafted Open up a deadly venom style to be mastered By a psychopathic, way beyond an average Joe, with a hellafied flow, there ya have it What's
the tec I'm catchin body baggin niggaz like deez up Town ? the ki's, flippin twenty-three G's Around the way bustin pills by the fuckin pound
out and don't even try runnin out 'cause the 44 mag'll leave your ass by another house this is Jadakiss, I'm sprayin everything I see in my radius
I'm violent (They claimin' that I'm violent) (Just because we play what the people want) (Violent) (Just because we play what the people want)
Pistol whip abuse you, that's what the loot do, killa salute you The feeling's mutual, a quarter million on the kitchen floor One nigga breakin down
round the block Hangin' scumbag slangin' Pay dirt cave in Takin' no prisoners No escapin' wash brain hook Nothin' I'm sayin' Aye, aye, know what I'm
the boon docks so I move without them fakers [Chorus] I'm filthy so stop hatin' the milli's what I'm waving You guilty by association you payin' for
Motherfuckin' real G's Stop him in his tracks, show him that I am Ruthless Yo Dre, what's up Boy you should have known by now Stop him in his tracks, show