Lyrics:
keep it like under a lid sealed tight to hide the truth and the kick ass light. With all my might as I begin flight I will jack your shit up nigger we
All she knows how to do is get that cash, cash, cash
Hopefully by the end of the night I, I get some ass, ass, ass
I'm a rockstar, I'm a rockstar,
go together like Jack and Jill, I'ma do the damn thing, Oh yes I will, Oh yes I will, Oh yes I will
What in God's name? I got that John Wayne,
shit, let this pole fight
I ain't tryna talk, it's been a long night
Only smoking that Zaza, 35 to the face
Kick shit by my lonely, cause these boys so
Ina field like a line back,
You ain’t ready for the game just enjoy the sideline Now,
See you Tryna creep you ain’t never look behind Jack,
Soon
Random!
Everybody on my team is winners
Everybody on your team beginners
Why you do that, rapper? Fucking new-jack rappers
Flinch when I walk by cause I
mentality.
I don't give a fuck, just want to see some casualties.
And we'll beat your ass down with the quickness.
Busters know that they can't get with this.
Jack: Off lately, I've been hearing voices again
Djinn: Jack, don't you wanna stab his eyeball with a pen
I think I am losing grip on the pet demon
of MC's who never pass the mic
And yo, we be like, "Time to kick that ass"
I gots to for self, now a days by myself
'Cause it's bad for my health
the cash
I know a hoe, who would straight up jack yo ass
You might go to the mo-mo and get you some
Then you wakin in hella broke and feelin dumb
She made
Jack one, smack one, run off wit ya sack son
Anybody wit the loot
Give it up or I'mma shoot
40 in my hand, but nigga I check one slap one
Tote
down since I was three I give a plea, stop torturing me, not by a mile, send my ass up the Nile, send my ass up the Nile.
What did you do, you've opened
Jacks, had nothing that I hit the TV Guide
Animaniac the only thing that gave me peace of mind
I'm a maniac when aiming at the enemy delight
Tell
My life is fucked up
I need some company
Jack D says "wassup"
"Come on and hang with me"
Sun is up don't wanna get up
Just wanna go back to sleep
Aye
Look bitch spill don’t nothing
You don’t need that ass smacked over no shake
Right?
Mr. “He’s crazy” and Ms. “I don’t make no sense”
We
on the block, Yayo in the coffee pot
Yayo in the rental car, I'm sold out by ten o'clock
Chicken soda, chickens flock, pimp 'em like I'm on the sky
On my third
Kid from Jack
Hey yoh Alma
What a beautiful come back men
Weezy Yana Mr. MuntuOpusanako
This verse is inspired by inspired by me your facial
Hairpin triggers snuff one by one like foursquare
Twists in my head, twist your spine until you're dead
Twisted in the head, twist the Kneebone in your leg
real slow
Jack it up to the sky
See me when I'm rolling by
Rev it up rip it up come on let's go tear it up
Follow me bring the jack to the country
Every rock band has this guy
Not many people really know why
He's got a cell phone and a backstage pass
He's got a big gutt and a big fat ass
He's
might earn respect
But the OPD found it hard to accept
I got jacked by the [unverified]
Face down on the ground, keep my hands in sight
Put
dawgs in the cut better hide you hun
Jack got that hammer tucked in case niggas fuck with us
We ain gotta take it that far Steps will fuck you up
I still
With cats rippin' over-seas tracks by Nicolay
This shit gon' blow, I'll tell you how the shit'll go
With Joe Scudda and Tiggalo the Rap Gigolo
around all this pac
And man I been splitting them wraps By the pack, that's how I relax
Smoking that pak by the pack
I'm Slowing down pain in my back, But
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