Lyrics:
get down
stop playin about.....
take it off take it off take it off take it off
take it off take it off take it off take it off
Hit It!
Heh yo dude, I
After you, your man'll get scarred next
And if your squad flex
I'm lettin' off like Bernard Goetz
A TEC-9 is my utensil
Fillin' niggas with so much lead
I came up in the 'Ville, so I'm good when it's tension
He still doin' shows, but fell off like the Simpsons
Your first shit was classic, your last
being
Trigger Happy Jack
You're gonna blow
But I'm gonna get off
before you go
My Trigger Happy Jack is just a
drive by a go-go
And after awhile
Yo this is the Wreck League
We 'bout to wreck things in the nine-five
AIYYO'! We gotta set this off!
We gotta set this off, Wreck League, bring it
dial (speed dial)
Racks on the floor like new tile (new tile)
Ooh, got the bitch mad, she pissed off (pissed off)
Zip up the package, shipped of
Red
mug off
Big six
But I keep them blues like a big crip
Say He got a strap still a big bitch
I serve em up leave a big tip
Treat you like jack in
Gotta get this shit off my chest it’s growing old on me (on me)
Let me get this shit off my chest my nigga told on me (on me)
Can’t get that shit
off the Punch Bar
I'm off the Punch Bar
I'm off the Punch Bar
I'm off the Punch Bar
I'm off the Punch Bar
I'm off the Punch Bar
I Don't know Jack, you
a man might find a bed?"
He just grinned and shook my hand, and "No!", was all he said.
Take a load off Annie, take a load for free;
Take a load off
find a bed?
He just grinned and shook my hand, and "No!"
Was all he said
Take a load off Fanny take a load for free
Take a load off Fanny
And you can
Chorus
My third year to adulthood, still a knucklehead
I'm better off dead, huh, that's what my neighbor said
I don't do jack but fightin' lightin' up
sip of Jack and Coke
"Sweet Child of Mine" on the radio
Colorado Left Hand, cigarette smoke
When you turn me on, I just can't turn you down
Hell,
a shootin' wisher
Now it makes one stop before it goes to Sacramento
which is a mail drop-off at First Federal Loan and Savings
I did whatever I could
Sparring is training
Chain snatching the slaves
But a rap song is a match in a cave
Dim lit, wet wick, wicked rapping its way
Drunk off of light,
Piper with a pistol
I’m the Michelin man, with a missile
(Michelin)
Bitch I’m Jack Frost, with the crystals (Ice)
Let it blow, like a whistle (Let it
problems (Woo
Go)
I'm Peter Piper with a pistol (Boom, boom)
I'm the Michelin man with a missile
(Michelin)
Bitch, I'm Jack Frost with the crystals (Ice)
Let
love to clap
He got shot, he ain't get back
Time gon' take what we will jack
We not Apple, we got MACs
I don't know you, please get back
Get back, get
out to bash, beats and, drop snares
Crush tables and smash up chairs, YEAH
So consider me on a rampage
I spread out and hit ya like a sawed off twelve
On that corner
Squad
Stayin' off the corner
Nlmb, 150 Roc Block shit, man
Mama told me stay up off that corner
Lord, I remember that corner
the motherfuckin' pound
And I'm down to the fullest, and breakin' niggas ass off proper
Did I shock you, 'cause I got you in my pocket again?
Them new jacks
to the old homestead
See my Ma and Pa, mighty brother Jack
He went to Kandahar, but he never come back
Came from Maricopa, had no family left
Working for
MC Shan
Combined we're fresh, this you must admit
Don't ever want to hear you say we ain't worth jack
To be a DJ or an MC well it isn't no thing
some molly and booze uh
Viciouz Bout to blow off the roof roof
Don't get caught up in a jack move
I've never been sober
Got roaches on the sofa
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