Lyrics:
stay focused, stay real boy
The streets playing dirty, get killed boy
This shit is for real boy, did all that shit with no deal boy
Niggas is fakin',
(DJ Durel)
(Murda on the beat so it's not nice)
(Go)
We don't give no fuck (no)
We don't give no fuck (fuck shit)
We don't give no fuck (no)
"How they still chillin' like that?
Ain't you scared of a nigga that's tryin' to jack ya paper, snatch ya?"
No, I really wish a nigga would turn
I'm out here pluckin' ya strings like guitar picks
Hendrix on my watchtower shit, feelin' car sick cus
Bird box wit' a blindfold whippin' 90
working on a goal I hope you kill that shit
Mello out
Down with the crew you, know it
Like what we do then, show it
Some motivated, go-get
Some jack moves
I'm a regular guy don't fix me
And I like Jack Daniels whiskey
Yeah my tongue is oh so nifty
I spit out my shit so quickly
Get ya pussy wet
Smooth criminal Mike Jack
Dripping I got that splah
You hating on me hard you sad
Hating on me thinking I'm trash
My shit not hard; that's cap
I'll be
Stick came with a drum let's rock out
That's Jack in the box when I pop out
Not fenna chat with a hoe ima opt out
Hoe talk tough gone get her ass
knew we went out
Like I was lying, I got blood in my eyes I can't see
I'm blind
(Blood in my eyes)
Fuck that shit I'm tired of you niggas
I can't
me
My shooters go bang
Aye I was broke I ain't have shit
Cop a giffy then cash it
I'm in my own lane
Pussy feel good hit it two times
Cop a new jack
a chick
Type of foolery is this
Seal it wit a kiss but ain't lox'd in wit jada
From the Chi Jack a playa wit mad flavor
No time for haters they ain't
You know I've always been a rascal
With some jack Daniels
Rocking that country sound but I got no cattle She rides me like a saddle
Blows me like
on the stove
they call me the new Michael Jack because I'm a smooth criminal in my soul
pack touch down ain't gotta touch my hands and bet the shit still get
that's how shit go
Hundred racks stuffed in the mattress, hunnid jacks, let me check my tracking
Hunnid M's on my bucket list, I gotta make that before I
Most of my friends are behind bars
They're servin' time so I can get long gone, yeah
Jack's got a rap sheet a country mile long
We're thick
Jack the ripper jack the ripper jack the ripper jack the ripper
You are running around
I've never mislead
Except when I'm the boom boom boom in your
on your backside
Cleanse the block gotta leave em all baptized
Big events I get put in an archive
Just like jack in the box surprise
Had to turn this shit
Forget all them bitches they lying a lot
Air this shit out when we sending out shots
Jack of all trades the few in the box
Been doing this shit for more
we rocking
Man (Frontstreet)
(You know how we rocking, man)
What? You want some free
Weed? Call Ball, man, my shit for sale
Gang, gang, nigga, Dipset,
ain't shit
She slayed me and all the boys
And even sucked our dicks
Jack and Jill went up the hill to have a little fun
Jack got mad, kicked Jill in
askin' if I can slam it
I'm
Yo, yo, Redman, man, what the fuck, man
Get the fuck off that, punk smooth shit, man
Get with that rough shit, man, you
[Noreaga]
Eww!
What the fuck is this?
(What is that?)
This is outrageous
That's some Mario Brothers shit
I come to the studio drunk already
That's
What the fuck is this?
This is outrageous
That's some Mario Brothers shit
I come to the studio drunk already
That's how I does it
It's nothing
We got
the wax throw it back, shot of jack, on my tap, on my tap
Yeah, yeah!
I'm the shit
I'm I'm I'm I'm the shit
I'm the shit
I'm I'm I'm I'm the shit
Don't need
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