Lyrics:
Tell 'em relax
Tell 'em relax
Before I relapse
Meet me out back
Meet me out back
I'm sippin' On Jack
I need to relax
I need to relax
Before I relapse
een want no head if it ain’t bout the bread then it ain’t fa me
Servin out the p
While we ridin thru the jack
I make trap musik cause this where I’m
Jack
Call me sensei like I'm Bruce lee
All these rappers fold easily like loose leaf
Paper that is so read between the lines
These boys smashed like
didn't move mad, i can do it by myself I don't need no help cah I'm a man by myself I can do this on my jacks cah my bros got my back I got the city on my
Got me feeling like
Somebody gone die tonight
I'm feeling like
I ain't feeling right
One deep late night at the red light
But if a nigga think they
when I snap
Dont know what he jack so I don't really trust em
Nigga started a problem and it started from nothin
Fuckin wit me jus gone make me dump em
to the drugs
Shit i ran so hard i collapsed my lungs
So perhaps when i'm done
I no longer gotta run
Lethal Jack shit like Repo
Drive by Regal
I'm so evil
In yo
I'm really not all that sure
bout when things is finna mature
So let me find me a nigga with a grip
and hit his ass quick with one of them whoops
dope
You fin' to lose when dope
Fiends cut ya fuckin throat
You see my shit is legit, so it's on
Cut a fifty cent slab
And tell that bitch to get gone
got these politicians running their game to regain power
While our whole black community sours
Crime rate towers, plagued by white powders
And they
too ratchet
Mike Jack how she touching this jacket Mike Jack how I'm feeling this Janet
Takeoff little bitch I ran it Bruno Mars I'm on a different
a tree
Forbidden fruit, was bitten by Eve
Now we know what causes the beef
See right thru, what's new
Live my life, iss' soothe
Jack in my cup, I'm loose
always be rating
Don't back track
Munch like a flap jack
Say ur gonna blow I'm wearing flat jack
Attach that
No back chat
Put it on the line like a black
Don't you try to kiss and make up
When you smell so strong from wine
Well, I'm not late, the clock is wrong
You need to wind Big Ben
Honey,
sings new lyrics when they play this one live, and they seem to be about heroin and their dead pal Kurt... Submitted by Rene
LIZZY:
I'm sin
Done
you thank I'm living
Make a living
Then you could probably
Make some millions
You too bothered
By come up and the recognition
Jack yo plate, out yo face
it be like run your coat black
Jupiter, keeps her fat beats by the pack
Where I'm from, nappy hair is life
We be reading Marx where I'm from
from, it be like run your coat black
Jupiter, keeps her fat beats by the pack
Where I'm from, nappy hair is life
We be reading Marx where I'm from
pouring
Nigga when it is storming
Ben , ben , ben , ben
None else important
Fuck asking
We leaving this shit extorted
Shit I'm building now
In ah couple
and gone
Be rich before I'm twenty one
And when I say the plug I mean
Good numbers he ain't fronting work
You niggas take a front and fuck it
Up it's like
then we glisten all Rare
Pain by subscription my drug's right here
I want a bonus and commission Kaysh in the air
Royalties for la Famila we all gone
and honor honor the code
Stop snitchin, be a man nigga honor your role
I stick by the stove, when I'm on it it's on
You see that coke turn to oil it's
said "Sorry son it's gone gone gone"
Well there's men hunkered down by the railroad tracks
The Elkhorn Special blowin' my hair back
Tents pitched
thoties jack sons way faster than Galactus
C'mon man now who gone raise these bastards
I should dropout and come back when I'm 30
Maybe then they won't
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