Lyrics:
the fake people that hate me (Fake)
They're calling Jack crazy, but it's all an act like I'm Pat Swayze
And the fact is, I'm getting cash lately (Cash)
put her back
Pass a dime to my bro like a quarterback
Fuck that bitch i ain't giving her nothing
Im that nigga im like David Ruffin
Uh
Im finna fuck
a rose
Oh, could we let it slide?
Mm-hmm, mm-hmm, mm-hmm, mm-hmm
Looking back it ain't last
The future's just a lie
We'll be there in a night
Mm-hmm,
with a love for life
Won't be beaten and abused by
Men, she didn't choose.
She'll be marching and that change is gonna come.
They've called her Jack
They poured out their emotions
I sat back and watched 'em cry
By the end of the night they were toastin'
Man I was a hell of a guy
I'm a bottle of Jack
fuckin' proud
But here at home that ain't really allowed
When I was eight, me and Max was playing Jacks outside
Of a school where it's safe right?
Then some
yah head fo I have to put ah slug in it
You can call me Murda don't you call me by my government
Never turn my back on my brothers that's ah covenant
different, you ain't gotta say it mane
I wear so many hats, I'm a jack of all trades
But I'm outta the box like I'm David Blaine nigga, magic
I pull up like
Chilled to the Bone
Written by David N. Straight
cnother day in this God forsaken place
Chilled to the bone Chilled to the bone
This thermal suit
the color of their skin, but by the content of their character."
"And I say segregation now"
"What we have foremost in common is their enemy."
rapper?
I'm the top pick, ha
The flow is elegant, never irrelevant
How many times must I say this?
Cock back and spray this, never delay this
I pray this,
by
Days move on some come some go
All along i walk with flow
Nowhere i know, nothing at all
When the kingdom falls, still sing to god
Step back and let
and scripture match
If not it’s a bunch of wass
How many people Sunday Christians
Saturday they’re bending backs
Slipping and slidings different
Sliding's
My friend David was a good kid
He had my back, always knew he did
He was different than most
And maybe I was too
And hanging out with
Hard truth soldier radio
Brothers and sisters, this is not a test
I've been asked by Public Enemy
Leader Chuck D to make this emergency
[CITIZENS OF HALLOWEEN]
Something's up with Jack
Something's up with Jack
Don't know if we're ever going to get him back
He's all alone up
the road ended up on their own
Jack on the phone said we're coming back home
Jack didn't know started to go broke
Found a new lane and he started to grow
Fools little gold and suffer a little here.
Jack the ripper
Jack the ripper.
Hey…peck and lonely
I said "let go o' me"
Got by me, back and forth
too
Hey, you in the back with those French braids
What's your name?
My name is Snoop
Alright, Snoop, what you wanna be when you grow up?
I
too
Hey, you in the back with those French braids
What's your name?
My name is Snoop
Alright, Snoop, what you wanna be when you grow up?
I
them
You're just looking after No 1
Well cheers Jack
You don't look back
'Cos you're alright Jack
Cocky in your top hat
Sitting on your tails
With your
jack
Tell that nigga go home tell that nigga goodbye
Spinning wit the gang all you see is fucking drive by's
Shordy on my line yeah she's feening for
don't love me back
I was waiting by the phone
Couldn't hit me back
So now I'm all alone
Mary Jane and Jack
I can't get you off my mind
Think I'm too
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
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