are fatal Ready be strapped, papped wid me sawed off Clack back 'cause I believe in me label Ruthless and we steady be putting it down Just for the
blood Put 'em in the mud Don't know what it was but his gut was Still drippin' off me fuckin' gloves, then I got me strapped up Straight-jacked up, but
It's in my blood, been real for deep Ain't changed a bit, I claim the streets I've left the hood but made it back Sold cocaine, smoked and I jacked
is your homie, no no girl he out in here, He just act like he don't know me when he all up in here, You a fool jack, Though I don't condone faking for
, all the trucks jacked up and Our wheels in slush and orange crush In pocket and all this here county Hell, any county it's just like heaven here And I was remembering And I was just
no picture, this is just, this just a, this just a" "This is my jack-knife, this is my jack-knife This is my jack-knife, this is my jack" Rude excavation
been born again and everyone thats been washed in the blood you heard the brother singin about the blood its stuff about the blood its stuff about the blood
new jack city, cop me a couple cars And that's word to my father, send a bird to my father Dove love, R.I.P. on his early departure I'm just merely
big You worthless kid, Cam don't deserve to live Back then I played for douchos, went over the riverside Young life, turned left, we back over the riverside Blood
miles per hour I'm out at Howard, next to Baltimore Takin' change out the fountains at shoppin' malls Rats can only afford chuck-e-cheese The blood in my jeans is tough like Buddy Lee Semi-dart auto off ya, blood
', this is a warning Boy you can't fuck with me Nah nah nah, fuck that Don't hold me back, the Funkadelic Devil just snapped With a rap, that's shittin' on the story of Jack
into a blood bath to laugh You'll get smashed like a deli snack, you softer than jelly Jack I attack in black with a gat and a skully hat I just had
wastin my drink swervin in my rag 6 duce uh you didn't know I keep it real from head to toe I hit that savings and loans when I was just a baby loc
[ Afrika Baby Bam ] Well, I was standin on the verge, just about to get off Cause I was losin my crew in a society war Pipin the pipe every night, and
You can't fuck with these Ain't never had a strap Now you wanna gangsta rap Come can't to your hood 'Cause you're scared to get jacked Fuck peace, this
ya lap Jack me and I'll jump to attack Jack me and I'll jack you back Jack me and I'll jack you back Jack you back, jack you back Lights are fucked
the heater to mash you punk bitches Don't wanna earn shit you wanna jack for the riches Nothin' in life's for free my nigga learn that You burn someone they might just
can smoke to that Moms got the CL-6, that's a fact I bought the house, I'm just waitin on the platinum plaques Niggaz lookin for a cat to jack Homey I