Lyrics:
And the tears wear a colder complexion.
Humour can offer diversion,
But it dilutes real anger
And nothing gets confronted.
We are ruled by dangerous
to it
PARTY sent my jackas to it
Drama bring the Mac into it
And this scope will get your mouth washed when I attach it to it
Gold on my neck, I make
niggas not zonin'
Y'all can follow me there
Come on, Free and Jacka, Hus in back of
Trust in Allah and we trust in our strappers
Kush in the Backwoods,
How 'bout we hit the club and
Walk up straight through VIP
How 'bout we get some Puerto
Rican girls and Japanese
How 'bout we get some strippers
There's no justice, it's just us
Watching your back, it be a must
There are no words that can
Express how I feel even though I act crazy
Go in
trappin
Get em gone overnight we travelin
Post UP pull a lil quick job
And it dont come cheap off top he taxin
And i got them whip skills still gotta make
You know i wanna shout out to The Jacka
Shout out to the mob figures man
Shouts out to live wire style and I see
You shake yo neck what it is mane
Made for give me the mic
[The Jacka]
It's the Jack, it's the Jack
Nigga it's The Jacka
One love to K-I-N-G
Don't let `em catch ya
It's the bitch ass
about the dram'
Or even explain the troubles that haunted my mom
On Christmas time, my mom Christmas grind
Got me most of what I wanted, how'd you do it
bridnicks with the quickness, that's how we live it
My niggaz get it straight from Guala Mala
Fold over in camouflage helicopters undetected by the stealth
jacket
Gettin' money is a habit way above average
I'll Livewire murder for hire
One of you bastards
It get drastic we still in the gutta hoe
Like my nigga
Welcome to the Bay, it's the land of the real
The home of the honest, the home of no chill
And we don't take no L's we just run up the bills
Leave
'd you do it mom, huh?
She copped the toys I would play with in my room by myself, why he by himself?
He got two older brothers, one hood, one good
yeah
I get it everyday
I get by
I make it
Aint no ever complaining
Bout the things I went through
I made it
Came through
All I ever do
Is elevate
Iraq
Rolling up cookie it calm my nerves and keep my mind on track
Verse 5
Must be getting old now I can't trust a soul
Hustle by myself trying to live
hate but it's cool cause they too slow
Move, smooth, gotta get to it
Ain't nobody gonna stop me, nah
I got a big backseat for a super freak
Tell them
them jackas rob 'round here every day
So I chill, for the bills, diamonds against the wheel
Pressin' the buttons while clucky bust-its peep how I live
like me
Hope you make it, some way, some how
And go and get it like me
But don't be slippin' like me
Be wit' yo pistol like me
Is u gon' buss behind
pain
I can get you John Doe by a no name
Catch him at the Chinese store
Pulled two sticks on him, we eatin' Lo Mein
Nah nigga, Smack can't hear
(hair)
sipping on drank, good quality (drank)
And we pour this shit up by the quantity (pour up)
How did I get me a pharmacy? (How did he?)
Wockhardt, Hi-Tech,
on the next roll of
The dice i'm not unmindful
Of man's seeming need for faith
I'm for anything that
Gets you through the night, be it prayer
Tranquilizers
get undressed
See how wasted we can get
Come with us and then get undressed
See how wasted we can get
Get high, get drunk, get high,
Get drunk,
you pass it back
Bitch, pass it back, pass the Act'
Codeine got me passin' out
Crown mix it with cranberry
Tryna see what that about
'Member we
enemy a different entity
You cannot get to me
Niggaz is actors
Bitch I'm a factor
Was born a trapper
Yo man an actor
Call me the jacka
Ask anybody they
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