Search results for 'what im sprayin by the jacka'

because I'm gonna be sprayin
Might go Super Saiyan
Wait wrong universe
Fuck with me, I'll kill. Any way. So diverse
A demon, what they sayin
I'm a damn evil

Crack vials breaking
This box that I'm caged in
This maze which I race in
Temporary high
No chance of escaping
Trynna get by
To no avail my amazement

911

Boo-Yaa T.R.I.B.E.

West Koasta Nostra

2003

a gangsta who live and die by the gun
Caught a hot one, sprayin' you bitches 'til there is none
I'm like a Rolling Stone, homie, I got you under my thumb

Cuz I'm the Mack

The Jacka

The Jacka

2001

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

Ricky jeans, Ricky hoodie
I'm ballin so hard but I ain't no rookie
Blicky tucked, she shakin it up
If it's up and its stuck, then I'm sprayin it up

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You see the beast starts sprayin'
That's what I'm sayin'
Dem not playin'
Lord, Heaven help dem, Heaven help dem
See di man dem 'pon di

I'm going nuts I need to one up someone is my love (Hijacka jacka jacka jacka)

C'mon c'mon gimme some contact, we can stay in contact
C'mon c'mon gimme

a nine or five or I'm just posted by the store
Yeah they pocket watchin' so keep your money on the low
Yeah them jackas and robbers they gon' be knockin

Catch 'em bad and end up sprayin' somethin'

I'm like eeny-meeny-miny-mo, put my opps up in a row
Leave one dead, I leave one dead
D-Rose, he way from

gotta get paid (what?)
King of the streets, young nigga made
Sprayin' up the crowd, take it to the grave
Ain't havin' problems, I'm sippin' the Barre

bitch I'm
Still living lavish
Got a 45 in my lap we can manage

Xanax by two, I keep taking
Brand new, AK it keep sprayin
Rush in my trap, make it raining

to wrestle like the Royal Rumble
I come out on top with money in the bank
And here to please myself, give a fuck what you think
Say you need some help, but I'm

in Walt won't believe what I seen
Shit got intense im bout show y'all what I mean 
Nigga said what heard he dissin on tha team
Nigga said what I jus

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

Real Muthaphuckkin G's

Eazy-E

It's On (Dr. Dre) 187um Killa

1993

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

people still haven’t seen me yuh
I’m from the village in the city yuh
I do the dash in a drop top
50 over limits what’s a cop yuh
50 bands for the whip

'bout a cage 'cause
We blinded by the ice if I ever fall off
Then I'm back to takin' flights
Yeah, the color came out nice
But the smell's a little off
If

Violent

2Pac

2Pacalypse Now

1991

a call us, dem a call us (they claimin' that I'm violent) (fuck the damn cops)
(Just because we play what the people want)
Dem a call us, dem (violent)

sprayin'
Whatever
Whatever
Whatever
I don't listen 'cause they just be sayin'
Whatever
Blade glisten in the night, I'm slayin'
Whatever
Newest edition pistol

about it, yeah
Told me 73, they don't really care bout you
It's fuck them niggas & I'm sprayin bout it
Sleep paralysis everytime I sleep, summ by bed

Heaven Help Dem

Jonathan Emile

The Lover/Fighter Document

2009

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You see the beast starts sprayin'
That's what I'm sayin'
Dem not playin'
Lord, Heaven Help Dem, Heaven Help Dem
See di man dem 'pon di

Rona
Go head and Club and Party out here if you wanna
You know it’s germs lurkin’ round the corner
So let me hear a cough
I’m sprayin’ disinfectant on ya

to the heavens, holes in his body, I gave him like seven
Shot him at ten, he was dead by eleven, by then I was at my boy crib playin' Tekken
And that's what I'll

what bitch, I'm takin' your spot
They say "don't hurt me"
But I don't show no mercy
When I'm sprayin' the block
They say my shit astronomical
So it looks