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Yeah, go and hit the road Jack
[Verse 2]
Bein' inert is how to desert your fellow humans so assert knowledge and be curt
But make 'em acknowledge
and pickin' up tags off the flo'
Bag full of clothes I remember havin' rocks in the hall
On the corner with the Glock by the balls
Servin' up a jab
find my pic and my bio attached
hit the road jack, hit the road like
i was drinking liquor on my horse like
hit the road jack, hit the road like
she
Lead us not into temptation completed
Membership by my own hand when succeeded rid
No drama mighty bomb jack never defeated kid
Persona
No drama mighty
see by slap it
Shut your mouth you're not active
You think twice before slapping
You ain't really 'bout badness
We do the road with things on us
departments
Grade 1 first time expelled, that's how most of it started
Painting a picture of my past like it was made by John Martin
Always felt pain like my
pay her bills
Lil bro sliding, he like a nail, that nigga stay up on a drill
I caught a case tryn' play the road, I took some losses in the mail
It hit
kites, makin' wishes
Fuck around and get mad on the strength of con-ju-gal vi-sits
Flip the weight pile, hit my fee-vee
Keep my shank close by me when
Mami you miss me don't you?
Haters wish you? could hit me don't you?
Heh, you should call me uncle
I understand I'm back by popular demand
That new
you can't see me
I don't bleed
Put John Cena on the scene
He's on it
I took off with the beans
I'm flipping off Jack wit a fiend
I'm carrying my whole
Ayo check this out son
This is my man Nas Escobar
And I go by the name of Cormega you know
(you gonna get your self murdered)
Yo check this out
he hit the road and in an hour he had reached Ontario
One night outside of Cornwall he stopped to catch some sleep
But not before he took a shower
been outside tryna get in (Tryna get in)
I done met the whole world, Ion fit in (Ion fit in anywhere)
Here comes the road, John Lennon (John Lennon, oh)
Wooo! There's gonna be a lot of punchin' in this motherfucker
Y'all better be swift with that punch button Jack
Biggie, Biggie
I know how it
Charles to the haters
I’m blind to my haters
I can't see you hit the road jack
Your bitches so wack
Jealousy is lame
You have no name
Go get you some fame
to strain your eyes
Got to the corner, hit a left, seen the HPD
That's when I knew that they were after S-p-i-see-e
Turned up my music and dashed, goin'
It's a yig-a-young nigga rollin up out the cut
Do a drive-by with the feds on my nutts.
Niggas be gettin' gatted when they step to this G
See I pull
bullets, Will Grier
And I got a white plug named John Deere
Bitch I need me a pint, not ten beers
Can I hit from the front, or maybe the rear?
10Fifty made
(Bump the gang lil nigga bump the gang)
(Bump the gang lil mama bump the gang)
Woke up feel good
Hit a party right after another we outta da hood
I hit a nod
Pharmaceutical wordsmith, even when I'm moving real odd
Raw tip stuck to my finger, like Ann did with Kong
Remix it by the liter,
pop a lot of shit but I back it up though
See it's a difference, a lot of niggas pop shit
But a lot of niggas don't make hits
But it's like this
pop a lot of shit but I back it up though
See it's a difference, a lot of niggas pop shit
But a lot of niggas don't make hits
But it's like this
doc out of oil
Fire thrown to the roof of you apartment
Hit 95 then I hide with the waltons
Down south, the forty-four feela
I'm a dolo nigga, you
couldn't hit me harder
We got infiltrated, like Nino at the Carter
Heard Tec got murdered in a town I never heard of
by some bitch named Alberta over
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