Lyrics:
this is a jack
Nigga make a move and that ass will get tapped
Because I'm loaded, I'm loaded off the dank weed
And jackin' you will get me high just
You will get your cap snatched off
Bitch think I'm horny 'cause I told
Her I get jacks off
Yeah, Maze made the beat, dumb ass nigga, huh
I got Guccis
I ain't never had shit
Not a pot to piss, window to throw it out of
Sherm got me high get your ass in the shower
Took one pull, shit told her it
a big-ass crotch by the name of Connie
She works in I,c,u and she dates this nigga named Mitchski Ronnie
Have nab him at the hospital, that'll work
Paid
this bar!
By two o'clock, when the bars are already closed down, BILLY had broken 'THE BIG NEWS' to ETHELL. And with dust and boulders everywhere,
wanted by America
(Hey yo Cube man, they on your ass)
Word, but who the fuck has heard?
It's time to take a trip to the suburbs
Let em see a nigga
don't know, probably 'cause them rats
"Jack, what you do to get a bag?" Bitch, I got off my ass
I fuck with her the most 'cause when we link up, she
flavs, god.
Known for sendin' garbage mcs to the graveyard.
I pack a gat, not a slingshot;
Step to this and get an ass-whoopin' like rodney king got.
truss it
Can't truss it
Can't truss it
Can't truss it
Kickin' wicked rhymes
Like a fortune teller
'Cause the wickedness done by Jack
Where
motherfucker flopped
On the ass first up by the 44
Flatline ambulance put him in the door
Loud screams from his homies yellin' Imma smoke 'em
Feelin bad
off on the fuckermother like that
With a gap that's pointed at your ass
So give it up smooth
Ain't no telling when I'm jack daniels
Hеre's a murder rap
If this don't work I'ma trap again
My bitch don't work by the ass again
I got a badass designer bitch, look like she work at Saks Fifth
Got
styles
Takin' out wack MC's by the piles, for real
Episode #2: God's Gift
I have no strings to hold me down
Beware of the Tupperware
It's
diamonds on flash
If its a party we throwing the cash
Megan knees she be shaking her ass
Ya'll in ya feelings while I'm in my bag
Run it up four by four
and I'm ready to blast on your mark-ass
We shoot first then take names later
No one can fade a crooked ass scheming alligator
No one can stop us cause we
at it
Letting niggas slide past me and they all ass g man I gotta get outta that bad habit
Know a real nigga he a real killer but he in and out of jail
the motherfuckin' pound
And I'm down to the fullest, and breakin' niggas ass off proper
Did I shock you, 'cause I got you in my pocket again?
Them new jacks
on that ass come and test me bitch
You don't know who the fuck you're steppin' to my nigga row
I'll bust a cap and leave that ass dead by the do'
My
The only way, for me to come back, is by makaveli
That's it! all these motherfuckers stole from me
I'm takin' back what's mine
Laughing you
You're up next
After you I'll drink a Beck's
Contact another L, listen to raising hell
Run these MCs back to the lab
When I stab tracks I slash backs
Lott
The only way you take my spot is with a shot
I grab rappers by the hand and make sure they understand
That they can't scrape j-ro the man
niggas wanna see me catch a case and get struck out
But I'm laughin' 'bout to knock they ass the fuck out
Bitch, quit actin' like a stuck up clown
want to fuck with niggas in khakis
But hoe i bet for the dough
You quick to jack that ass like a 4
So quit fronting on a nigga and lick these and bitch
This the type of rap that we blew up to
You never grew up too?
You just a grown ass kid
I would jack off to Brook from bold and the beautiful
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