Lyrics:
feel)
A young nigga sellin' fruity by the pound (that's how ya feel)
And I got the best white in the town (that's how ya feel)
.45 on my lap, it's
A nickle plated nina ready to explode
On any nigga tryin to jack, rat-a-tat-tat
Put his ass on his back for the comosat
Now can I keep my style and get
To be rich and have a lot of fans
Have a lot of girls to prove that I'm a man
To be number one and loved by everyone
Getting drugged up with my
of the fittest
I'm a menace crook
I did so much dirt I need to be in the Guinness Book
From the shit I took from people
I reap all your fat shit, jack
Faded off the kush I'm gone
Only two years old when daddy brought them hookers home
Looking like my grandma, my niggas got that ammo
We jack son
ass niggas
After you your man'll get scarred next
And if your squad flex I'm lettin' off like Bernard Goetz
A Tec-9 is my utensil
Fillin' niggas
now you in a cell tryin' to post bail by mornin'
CHORUS:
[Starang]:Now in the back of my mind, yo I really do hope
[Tek]:that motherfuckers out here
Bitch you a wack nigga, yeah we know
We put a lame nigga in a pack
How you a black nigga named Jack?
How you a black nigga named Matt?
How you a black
life too
I might take the high road like a nice guy
If a nigga test my patience then it's bye-bye
Pull up on you lookin' like a drive-by
Dressed in
Baddies, they all from the coast To the flow, all they ass, they gon' throw
Rich make it rain till it snow The more they hate me, more my pockets gon
Grow
so I hit the ground, my life is on the line
Gotta hold my projects down, can't see myself getting bodied
By a clown ass nigga that ain't even from my
(Mr.Cheeks)
Yo we come through like balls, see us niggas takin two pulls and pass
Nigga watch your back once you talk out your ass
I pack a .380 in
then black
Out and relapse 'til I yack Jack Daniels and 'gnac (woo)
Burp bubbles, attitude's immaturin'
Double shot of Bacardi, party, vision is
January went quick
February didn't go by fast
March they was on dick
April now they on my ass
But man you know i'm still get rich
Them fuckas still
the park
Blow his brains out, stuck him in the bushes
Take his gat, leave his ass for the rats
And let me hit that cisco, I got a 187 on my pistol
Warrant by
the nigga's ass
Fast, Eazy-E's a nigga that'll blast
Hold up, wait, the nigga started to load his gat
I grabbed my bat and ran around the back, yo
He's
no
Lame ass niggas no more
Bein bullshit by bullshit niggas (for real)
Am I my brother's keeper?
Theres no need to ask, I'm the creeper
Million dollar
to jack
He don't know I got a glock 'til his ass get shot
Like a motherfucking thug disease
Craving beats like they motherfucking drugs to me, hey
Laden ass per mile and at
Today’s rate of exchange it would
Have amounted to about 1 8th cent per mile?
Which meant that in order to make a profit a
Jack
flaunt ,
She got the herps so I can't let her fuck , I got the hen and I drink it like rum , jack im the cap of this ship like I'm drunk , I'm
before they get smacked up.
One by one, two by two, three by three, yo p
Pass the Uzi, to blow up, any whack MC that show up,
There goes one, blast
planters
Who swallow lit roaches
And light up like jack-o-lanterns
Outsiders baby, and we suing the courts
'Cause we're dope as fuck and only get a two
fuckin thought
Diamonds freezin niggas they call me jack frost
Who want the smoke we comin for it all
Vvs dimaonds dancin
I want a fat ass mansion
Ewww she a bad mamma jamma
Ground breaking ass shaking like a jack hammer
That thing fat looking like she got baby in it
Shaking like a mental
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