Lyrics:
of those money bags
I think some bitches be funny fags
I be the man, I be running rags
Go shut your ass up and do some more jumping jacks
Yuh
Bitches walking
once again by popular demand
well, back once again
well, back once again by popular demand
So no more Roxanne
New jacks reign
What's rightfully mine
Ooohh
As im walking by myself to the unknown
I do this shit by my wealth by my vlone
And yeah forget about my health im alone
Take percdads in
Confrontation town front
I can't front! No, I can't believe this funk
Got a blacklash as long as some happy ass
Clown, frown, Uh I get down
In
on the turntables
Ant Live I don't need you collectin the dough
And Little Daddy since you my brother
get yo' ass on in here
Cause we gettin ready to take things
You put that money on the table
Then we times it by 2
Kush purple orange, Clemson Tiger
Living large, Aaron Rodgers
Dish the uh
Magic Johnson
New jack
pockets
So watch yo back when a nigga like see doin' bad
I'll do a solo jack and dey a never find yo ass
Ra ta tat tat tat tat is the sound of my
that, punk?
Yo man, whassup with the jack move fool?
I ain't got no money man
What you aimin that pistol at me for man?
Ay man, why don't you go
Bitch I pick up the mic, just to drop it
Boy I'm boutta bust nothin u can do to stop it
His ass lookin like two planets, I'm boutta smack it
Ye u
well, back once again by popular demand
It's '87, y'all, so no more Roxanne
Just an everlasting name on some tapes that playin'
I let the new
finish yet groupie got some stupid neck
Man u better google dat damn shawty ass fat
Nawl I'm not just rapping jack wokeup doing jumping jacks
I call my
take the world by storm
Sky blessed, the land of the brave
Understand where I stand, my hand is made
From B R double-O K-lyn in the planet
Family
without a cop in sight thinking
Bout the red blue lights so wen
I leave make sure I'm alright ain't
Caught by the red blue lights
The Jack, yea
Man I'm too
Audi, yeah, twin just want the jag
Yeah, I go by Jack boy, I just love my cash
They just wanna hate on us, I know why they mad
BTA goin' up, yeah, that's
-If we was owned by the white folks it will be all good
-But we independent, black owned and making scrilla
-We a threat to society
-They ban our
Hope I don't get fucked by a black guy
Well
They call me Dick but my name is Jack
They always say that black don't crack
Cellmates tryna rub on my
you stuck up, propped, and shot
Don't worry, he got hit by a flurry and this punk ass dropped
But I'm the one who has been labaled as an outcast
They
to jack
Called RIP and Stratejacket
Number One Assassin is fully strapped
We belled through hell in khakis, locs, and black skully caps
So satan called his
candy paint, sprayed by that Eddie
12 coats of that clear lookin' like some grape jelly
My paint's drippin' wet, my slab is superb
Park the truck
come give me neck
You a loser like yo name is fucking beck
Got a Stack of blues like a big ass card deck
Like I'm dj Paul you know I got a fucking tech
Imma young black jack sparrow
Came up from the pits rolling spliff with callo
20 Soldier clique with the grips in camo
Bitch don't make me trip i
to this
2Pacalpyse, now jack you better brace
Cause I'm thumpin' it up and pumpin'
It up with hellafied bass if ya comp rolls
Throw blows until they back
You fake rappers get the boot
Sprayed like brew, I'm shootin f.a.g.'s at they video shoot
I bump your ass off quick, so yo, muthafuck karate, boy
real niggas phony
It was in me to bust your ass homey
It was tradin' from the point of arrival
See both was killed but Jack was liable
For the life
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