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On his motherfucking back, jack
Slack is something that a nigga don't take
His moms run the church
So I'ma see her at his fucking wake
Make way,
requirements
We have Jack, you're jack Russel, registered as gluten intolerant
And you haven't been feeding him gluten free food
I searched your rubbish
on
Lone Catalysts, rocking to the break dawn
Make a sucker new jack be gone
He kick his shit, I be like
Yo, you puttin' me on?
You wanna battle? Out
To the blue and reds behind me
You can pull me over, jack
Just don't look in the back
"Hey, what's your fuckin' hurry son?"
Just don't look in the trunk
"We got
on
Lone Catalysts, rocking to the break dawn
Make a sucker new jack be gone
He kick his shit, I be like
Yo, you puttin' me on?
You wanna battle? Out
A hoe to the team
Catchin shells In the bricks (in the city)
Throw back to me Bibby and Mitch (and Bibby)
Throw back and make Jack do a hit
(Jack do
leave the crib and cruise
You know them jack boys out here getting loose
Cus growing up them niggas ain't have shit to lose
Empty pockets, take it so they
contender
So hot that the mic burned to a cinder
Bars heinous should be a registered offender
Save ya tears cry baby only like meat tender
Better toughen up
ain't gonna make that
Might as well lay back
Niggas can't touch these measurables
Know you can't say jack (Sajack)
Pat better weigh that
Pound for pound,
was great through my peripherals and cornea
Just keep on stacking your paper, whether you jack it like blazers
Or keep intact like a tailor, just don't
Back like new jack in the 80’s
I told them please be patient I’m greatness in the making
Niggas is lurking niggas is Lurking
You chatting to bitches fuck
spirit
Imma hand my letter in and say good riddance
Certified registered trademark
Work out the kinks, go head hit your mark
I wanna work harder but
she throwing it down
Niggas be goofy niggas be lame
I mastered the art I show em the crane
Stacking up bands I'm used to this game
Try to jack mine we
Witty
When I shoot the jack, don't front your Smitty I be on the south, oh so sitchy
I be everywhere, oh so sitchy
Probably because I ain't dissin' nobody
the heir to the throne
Now I got check writers, ears to the phone
Meetings with big businessmen in other timezones
Chrome registered guns, two educated
on
Lone Catalysts, rocking to the break dawn
Make a sucker new jack be gone
He kick his shit, I be like
Yo, you puttin' me on?
You wanna battle? Out
the heir to the throne
Now I got check writers, ears to the phone
Meetings with big businessmen in other timezones
Chrome registered guns, two educated
the heir to the throne
Now I got check writers, ears to the phone
Meetings with big businessmen in other timezones
Chrome registered guns, two educated
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