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jackers anthem - cold blu lyrics

[intro x2] real n*ggas jack, real n*ggas jack jack
take money money take money money take it

[verse 1]
now i be like f*ck them ho’s jack them ho’s
leave their brains on the floor
buck’em quick take they stash
roll on ho’s and hit that ass
cause i’ve been rolling on them b*tches since the age of ten
breakin’ stereos out of car for bigger n*ggas but seeing no end
and f*ck the pen
ain’t even on my mind cause i’m hungry
got my tape from murda man [?]
cause phony’s, can get ya done up to thе t
strung up sw*ngin’ them crackers want me hanging from a tree
but i’m a g
and ain’t no f*ckin way that i bе going out, before i do
you and your b*tch ass mamma gettin’ drugged out
to the porch duct taped and wrapped up in rope
blow the brains outta her scalp b*tch cause i can’t find the dope
and i hope, ya daughter ain’t lying cause i take [?]
i’ll be murderous to that b*tch
like that ho angie baker
undertakers, come the scene but i c*ck back
split {?] razor blades in my move for a jack, why?
[hook]
real n*ggas jack, real n*ggas jack jack
(what must i say, what must i do)
take money money take money money take it
(to get my [?] im thinkin bout’ jackin’ you)

[verse 2]
it’s jack or be jacked in the game
stuck up with big ballers so now they callin’ me the man
conversation, no fame
only the change that i took
real n*ggas don’t cry when they be gettin they ass whooped
lookin into the eyes of a k!lla with a pump
as i add to my collection of the bodies i’done dumped
grab a chunk off the table
toss’em in my backpack
makin my dash to the pad
so i can stack my loot in fifty stacks
n0body knows i done it
i ain’t gonna tell on myself
do my dirt all by my lonely
no black tony needs no help
stretchin’ out you ho’s makin you rise up off your sh*t like leash
sn*tch ya loot
locked and shoot
leavin’ no one to tell on me
bailin’ out ya back door
stoppin’ on your back porch
drench your house with kerosene
strike a match and watch it scorch
got no love for none
i’m like the the devil lettin’ ya have some
watch ya body twitch shake and shiver till it’s numb (whyyy?)
[hook]
real n*ggas jack, real n*ggas jack jack
(what must i say, what must i do)
take money money take money money take it
(to get my [?] im thinkin bout’ jackin’ you)

{verse 3]
gank them ho’s
jack them ho’s
take they sh*t
hit that l!ck
.44 at ya dome
jackin pro, k!lla cl!ck
then i’m gone now you f*cked
holding on to get you bucked
who’s that n*gga dressed in black that’s tellin you to give it up
with that gauge to your stomach n*gga you best run it
and it ain’t no need for hesitation ain’t no po po’s comin’
n*gga i’m dumpin’
on n*ggas and b*tches from tim’s to kim’s
catch you rollin’ like big baller with your stetson brim
sporting your gold to catch the eyes of these ho’s
but you caught the eyes of broke ass ne*g*ro
now you foe
to mr. murder man
heart so cold till i’m gone
by any means i’m getting my pockets swoll
why not be out here jackin’ these fools these fools will jack you
if i want your sh*t your sh*t is mine now what you ho’s gon’ do
true some n*ggas may call jackin’ playa hating, but f*ck’em
cause high*side n*ggas be like come and take it, why?
[hook]
real n*ggas jack, real n*ggas jack jack
(what must i say, what must i do)
take money money take money money take it
(to get my [?] im thinkin bout’ jackin’ you)

[verse 4]
what’s yours is mine and what’s mine is kept
pop your ass in the hip cause you gonna need some rest
jack you for your gold and jewels with that hydraulic lift
p*ss in the hole in your head and let it burn in your chest
eliminate the fake from the real
and who, highside’s the best
catch’em out with his b*tch, and put his game to the test
quiz his ass for fun and ask’em what should he do
a. reach for the strap or b. give it up smooth
if it’s a: let’em have it and then serve from the top
if it’s b: shoot’em both and then bail from the cop
because the po’s gon’ come
make sure there’s no f*ckin prints
no case, no homicide speculation [?]
go cash in the loot
for the green for the loot
car 617 [?] cause you gon’ need the room
when your night is at end, pray to god for your sin
replay the tape the next day, and go jackin’ again

real n*ggas jack, real n*ggas jack jack
(what must i say, what must i do)
take money money take money money take it
(to get my [?] im thinkin bout’ jackin’ you)

- cold blu lyrics

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