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The Jacka

Dominic Newton (born August 12, 1977), better known by his stage name The Jacka, is an American rapper from Richmond, California. The Jacka got his start in Pittsburg, California with his group, Mob Figaz, whose first album, C-Bo's Mob Figaz, was released in 1999. Newton converted to Islam at a young age and changed his name to Shaheed Akbar. He currently runs his own label entitled The Artist Records. more »

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We on the radio nigga
Your girl wanna blow me now
Getting more head than a 30 on a 40 cal
Turn the radio down I'm tryna hear
If this tree is loud
It's crazy that your bitch said we fly
Cause we breathing clouds
Got an eighth on me now tell
The bitch bring a liter home
It ain't cool but when I leave
I put my heater on gotta be a nerd ass nigga
Ain't heard of me before
True Religion, and Stalin they my amigos too
I ain't let a bird out the cage
I let my eagle go coke on me, we leaning
But I don't need it though
Your girlfriend dropped 6 bands
But i don't need you hoe
Broke her when I met her when I
Let her go she leaving broke
Knock you squares off with this ladder
You think we a joke
I'm from California my nigga I
Never seen it snow
'Cept for in my kitchen my nigga
And we was weighin' blow
Mobwire, my nigga, only God flyer
Tryna keep warm by the fire in my fly attire
Never wanna rap on a beat 'less it's a
(crier)? Feds wanna run through my spot
Give me another prior
Mane I'm turnt up with the Glock
You scared join the choir

S'Philthy, look, look
I say these broke niggas mad I
Got they rent in my pocket
I went from being a used to
Be to the number one topic
The mob of the wire, the wire of the mob
The hottest in the bay you
Other niggas get your jobs
I can't explain the feeling when
I copped my first foreign
Got shooters that'll get it done for
A fit and some Jordans
They say all I rap about is money
Well bitch that's what I'm having
I was real before rap on 580 with the package
I salute any real nigga
That really touching cash
I really came from the bottom I
Was working with my last
Now I'm working with a whole thang
I never stopped at half
In every city I touch down
I always rep the ave
Only wish I ever had was to touch 36 ounces
But I made it happen and
It ain't come from rapping
Unless you talking Saran
Trafficking in vacuum sealed
If you talking more than 40
We can talk about it
They say leave the streets alone and
I can get a deal
Tryna sell this white girl like stress
So I can get a meal mobwire nigga

Part of the five families we
Come to the round table
I'm my brother keeper no Kane and Abel
You see the purple label
You see the foreign whips
That's that Mobwire, Cypress Village
Bay shit i was in the Matrix whip it
Try to get a brick
Go run and chase the money f*ck a bitch
Niggas snitching they tell them
We the hottest on
Smoking on purp watching the
World through my kaleidoscope
Pushing rhymes like dope and it paid off
Now we playing with stacks like Bernie Madoff
It's a celebration niggas Mazel Tov
Livewire boss, I know these niggas hating
Shoutout my momma rest in peace my
Dadda your son made it
Everyday my birthday, no happy belated
Bitch I'm an Oakland Raider
Bitch I'm an Oakland Raider
Bounce out with your ass we the desintigrator
So much paper, we got paper cuts
Ya them other niggas cool, but they ain't us
F*ck around get your whole head tapered up
CEO shit, Tony Draper papered up

Respect amongst man is what
We demand of eachother
AR with the double drum for
My band of brothers
Magazines asking questions about my track
I think he was on people tryna wrap
Me up but I see you
You ain't heard that I'm the crack that you
Gave me as one of them babies
I'm so dope I can sell myself I'm way
Too mainey ya this shit paid me
You got rap cause the crack I
Sold was killing my kind
And so my other brother tried doing that time
But his minds so all them
Rookies talk about cookies
Just imposters can't be mobsters I feel
Like Tony around all these
I never ask them why all these
Squares tryna call me Rock
I know the reason why Gotti went
Gangsta gangsta with the banger
Huey P and Lew real recognize real
And nigga you a stranger
I'm a real rider and this mobwire
Bitch you'll fight and you'll hide
Nigga I ain't got no friends you
Either family or you gone buy
Customer and I come for ya if
You stab me in my back
Niggas will catch you with ya kids
We don't be killing niggas on wax
These obituaries is facts extended
In these tracks
So don't try me with all these questions your
Best bet is just to ease back, nigga
Word to Sean my ratchets still
Go off I promise word to who tried to show
You niggas where the is
We talking power when the illest niggas merge
Mob Figaz, Livewire power surge in the song

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