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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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My people lookin' at me, sayin' boy, you made it out
But I wasn't happy 'til we all had the same amount
Pops locked, crack the only thing can save us now
Mom's hooked, but tough luck is what made my style
My fam is Spanish lent a hand and they just took advantage
All the time embrace Islam and every prayer was answered
Never asked Allah for material items
I just prayed for the days I ran into my rivals
In my hood double drums on all of our rifles
You wasn't birthed on the Earth if you know more than I know
Though I'm the best I'm still upset you worship or idol
The illest niggas that you heard and we don't even try to
Young and wild lifestyle really hard to survive through
No matter how hard you are one day a nigga gon' try you
You can take this how you want I'm only here to remind you
Disrespect me all you want because I'm coming to find you

Ugh
Got my pistol, out the window
So much cocaine on me, I can't go home
What am I gonna do, with the bread now?
It's getting hard to hide it from you
'Cause it's got so long

In my hood, clip extensions on all of our rifles
That pussy good, if she crockin' that paper might wife her
Dancin' on dope, moon-walkin' like Michael
Streaming drugs through your Spotify, Apple, or Tidal
I need that scratch G, tax free, spot bubblin' like acne
Whippin' next to jump the batch, look like I got the crack free
Paid the bitch to twerk it on the pole I got the ass free
Pull a brick of hundred out in ones these hoes harass me
Since I touched the game, this shit ain't been the same
They tryna freeze me out but they can't kill the kane
Make a million every time I drop, so f*ck the fame
I can put some young'ns on your bumper for a piece of change
Cocaine in the bumper, we was silly mane
If I get the cheddar say I did it for my niggas, mane
Don't you know that
Nigga don't you know that

Ugh
Got my pistol, out the window
So much cocaine on me, I can't go home
What am I gonna do, with the bread now?
It's getting hard to hide it from you
'Cause it's got so long

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