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the streets - the jacka lyrics

the jack:
when you got knocked you had alot to tell
when i get outta jail i’ll split ya like lobster tails
secrets only flies could tell
have you ever spent a moment in my time
roamin thru my mind
we can murder together
nothin to hop on my weta
inside i’m fed up
i’m gettin so high i’m fed up
but really it’s time to let up
cuz really i’m holdin back
but in time they’ll realize i’m the illest in fact
f*ck a radio song, i put the radio on
once the streets found
they played a real n*ggas song
i’m hyphy but muhf*ckas couldn’t tell from my tone
now n*ggas respect the bay and every state i’ve gone
cause my album’s so dope m*th*f*ckas is stoned
plus i’m everywhere
you wouldn’t believe the hoods i’ve gone
n*ggas love me like mac dre and pac back home
tho i’m known to let the 4*5 shatter ya dome
clr 6*0*0 baby
same color as my hero with a slight inner navy
like my blue steel baby
like keak still maybe
i’ll let you live til they pay me
i gotta do this kinda sh*t cause i let the streets shape me
my heat ain’t on saftey
the crime ain’t worth the time but it won’t break me
i hope it don’t take a head shot to awake me
like young sharkey and a.p
pushin coke on the daily
i’ll let you have a chance if you think you can scr*pe me
you’ll be highly dissapointed when them straps get pointed
i’m from the mob, all you f*ck boys think you can join it
you betta duck boy, my f*ckin background is enormous
can move pounds and i rap
my sound is enormous
we mob figaz clown, we down all informants
the mob, the mob, the god d*mn mob
if they ain’t tell me to do it, then it’s not my job

woke up this mornin with a hang over
cook breakfast, same stove i cook ‘cain over

prolly after that sh*t you choose brain over
i pull them thangs on ya
take everythang from ya
my n*gga never snitch
just took a crazy number
8 years to do with them n*ggas that ain’t said nothin
my n*gga same thang we just says nothin
made so much paper we sent away with nothin
you’ll go away for a while but come home with somethin
from crack to rap
my n*gga d*lo popped a thizzle and he never came back to his right mind
break the seal remember islam
i dreadantly simmerous smoke weed to keep me calm
i’m with the n*ggas that won’t leave the heat behind

- the jacka lyrics

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