Lyrics:
peeping out the few coming outta the back do'
Hang, on the darkside ride,
Pick up your tec and let fly, why?
I, die, by all ah my, unremorsefullest times
hope on the other side
Brothers and sisters, if you are down and out, old Brother Jack has a story for you today
Brothers and sisters, if you’re floating
chill with you
You just wanna throw it back
So go 'head throw it back
Bust it open throw it back
Bustin' hoes ain't nothin' Jack
Shut your mouth and show
You can't run anymore
So, you come to a stop
As you fall on your knees
You turn your head back
This is it your dead! You'll soon be gone
Remember that
with his chicked head like Dirty Fihed
Come battle us with your heat and stabbed, nabbed and gagged
Jabbed and dragged and thrown inside of a bag
Your
Elliott Ness (no doubt)
Nigga, Bloodline, D-Block, two of the best
Hang the Double R chain from the side of the car
Drive by and put your brains
Leave him with his socks, hard bottoms and bloomers on
And hang him by his balls from the horn of a unicorn
Y'all niggas intellect mad slow, y'all fags
these niggas that I hang with
I hang you up naked by your ankles danglin' (ow, ow)
My need I stay stranglin, I don't need your help
If you gon' give me
autograph
Swear to God nigga! Swear to God!
I'm sure his ass won't make a confession
But they can tell by your facial
Expression it's not a lie
You can't
melodic robotic steez o blur your optic
So you can't see the topic condition combo
Blaze bring the heat to your Mourning like Alonzo
Head
man, Johnny Cash
Puff the reefer
Sometimes mix it with the hash
Hard to keep up, 100 yards dash
Beat your feet up
Jumpin Jack Flash on a muthafuckas ass
Down South huster slangin' on dat corner stackin' dividends
Fuckin' over fiends cause my ghat is my only friend
And won't hesitate to use my
without Finesse is like
The NBA without Jordan
So all you new jacks kickin' wack raps
It's a fact that I'll be on
Your fuckin' back like a knapsack
It ain't
down the block or
Leflaur Leflah if you prefer
Straight Boot camp cowboys in Duck down
Soldiers heads creep while y'all bop to the boogie
Sound boy
than a sniper
Mystikal you bitch, are you ready for the drama?
Told your hoe ass people hoe don't run I'll kill Mama
If I catch ya wit your draws down
choppers on.
Why?
Cuz you in a mutha fuckin chooper zone!
Where tha jack boyz hang an where da goonz roam
Why?
Cuz you in a muthafuckin chopper zone!
Keep
Put the guns on lock down
Keep your head up
My homies dyin' day by day I'm gettin' fed up yo
I reminisce about the way back times
When you used
Last but not least we off the leash
The Art of War reach for your masterpiece
Feel the release from the phantom bangs you
Snatched off put you in
I'm hungry, Killa Bee Trilogy triumphantly
Hammer head, dart allignment, work is sonic
Keep your ears open for new assignments
Ride with the livest,
like Nelly, make it hot in here
So many tears like Makavell
They always wait too late to start to care
By then I already got that fire to my head
By then
I catch ya' wit'cha draws down, I'ma do ya,
Once upon a time, I up'd the rugga, gimme the cruiser..
(CHORUS)
YELLA:
I be the Jack of all Trades,
Why are you in so such hurry?
Is it really worth the worry?
Look around, then slow down
What's it like inside the bubble?
Does your head ever
mean whack him, not whack him off
That was wrong
Don't wanna get distracted down in
Your sack too long so I'll jack your gun off
Ya cuz I'm scavengin'
Down in the valley the valley so low
Hang your head over, hear the wind blow
Hear the wind blow love, hear the wind blow
Hang your head over, hear
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