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fucking sick of people doubting me, man (Sick)
I've been counted out more times than I can count on my hand
So if you're talking 'bout Jack, put some

I get them bags for the low fasho you know it's jack city
Pittsburgh Zo I run the whole city that right Mouth full of slugs I keep a pocket rocket

constructs
Smoove criminal just like mike jack
Always handle mine and
Guaranteed to come right back
Slimesquare it's live there
You better bring your life jack

There's a man named Jack
He works day by day
Through the dust and the dark
He wields his pick
A miner's life
A hard but hopeful lick
He's Jack the gold

slow, let the world spin
Every drop's a story, let the night begin
No last cause in sight, just the moon riding high

With Jack by my side, the stars feel

home
All alone
With nothing to do
I'll just
Jack off
While thinkin' of you
It's not my fault
That I think you're lookin' so fine
I'll just
Jack off
While

Union Jack

John Waite

The Essential

1992

by all the rules
Made by the ruling classes
So the scales of justice tip

In the favor of the government 
Under this flag 
We're all Union Jacks

Jumpin' Jack Flash,
It's a gas! Gas! Gas!

I was raised by a toothless, bearded hag,
I was schooled with a strap right across my back,
But it's all right

Friends, Romans, Jacker’s, if you will just lend me your ears
I’m sure that some of you are wondering
Is this the house that Jack built?
Well, I say

Friends, Romans, Jacker’s, if you will just lend me your ears
I’m sure that some of you are wondering
Is this the house that Jack built?
Well, I say

Mai ling callin', go hit the road, jackk get off yo ass
Mai ling callin', go hit the road, jack get off yo ass
I'm really up in saccs and I'm

with no class drank a whole bottle of Jack in the trap
Bitch I'm the man, no time for relaxing
I got a master plan to get me a mansion
By then I won't be

Jumpin' Jack Flash

Amazonics

Bossa n' Stones, Vol. 2

2006

Jumpin' Jack Flash
It's a gas, gas, gas

I was raised by a toothless, bearded hag
I was schooled with a strap right across my back
But it's all right

New jack city, where the dope fiends lay
City by the bay, where its windy erry day
New jack city, get capped in broad day
City by the bay, where

Big Leg Woman

Lonnie Johnson

Blues by Lonnie Johnson

1960

she's got those great big legs, so pleasing' on the eye
And the preacher walked by, turned around and looked
Jack and hollered "My, my, my!"

She's

Watch Dees Hoes

Master P

Ice Cream Man

1996

on Dayton's
But you better watch dees hoes
Fools PH'in', rollin' on Dayton's
But you better watch dees hoes

Some of these hoes jack, Wendy look cool but this

And Jack-

The White House is under attack

Eight years is the limit, but eight will do

By then there'll be Bobby-

And Teddy, too

Or Peter

alright for the shape I'm in
Sitting by a fire with some damn good friends
Willie on my left, Jack on my right
Blowin' that smoke on a Friday night

tired of all y'all crab ass rappers

Bucktown home of the Original Gunn Clappaz

Use to be on ocean by the street empire

See my man Buckshot on Bushwick

these curses from this criminals
 

Delete diplomas, 
I dream is a do or die
Determined dudes decide,
Divided dudes in distance
Drugs at ma disposal but

Boo bitch, Spooky Girl's here
Spooky Boy's out, I'm takin' over this year
Now it is the season I am goin' trick-or-treating
Black cat by my side

ADVICE

Produced by: Rossgossage
Engineered by: sodaNswishers

Mmm, Yeah Yeah 

Aye, I should listen to myself when I be trying give advice

I see

mode
Where death is a toll
I'm a pass that shit twice
By end of the night
I'm bout rolling the dice
I love spinach and rice
I can fuck up your life

generation thinks they’re different
Boldly goin’ where none have been before

Credits: All songs written by Ian S. McCaskie/John Jack Jr
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