jimmy bag I got a Nine nigga get me mad And watch me throw up razorblades and get to trippin' I'm cats and crippin', lickin' is civil like Jack the Ripper
a cute hoe In a week, they tell my bitches 'bout all they dough Then I jack and I kill The jack's for the money, the kill's for thrills I got nine thousand
a mic prior's Not even Austin Powers, how the fuck are they Mike Meyers And tell that psycho to pass the torch To the whacko before I take a shit in his Jack
on whip, it's off the hard I'm the neighborhood Pusha Call me sub woofer, 'cause I pump bass like that, Jack On or off the track, I'm heavy 'cuz Ball
Talking 'bout me leaving America You gotta be crazy, man, I like All the nice thing, Jack Colonial suits and things, look at here Now I am sorry for
I been balling a shiny black steel jackhammer Been chippin' up rocks for the great highway I live five years if I take my time Ballin' that jack and drinkin
I just pick up the motherfuckin' phone and dial I got my condoms in a big ass sack I'm slangin' this dick like a New Jack (Biatch) Is it 'cuz they like
row I got rocks in my shoes when I plow to the end of the row My baby?s waitin? for me at the end of the day She likes to ball the jack in the sweetest
R-roger that, r-roger that R-roger that, r-roger that R-roger Young black Rico's kill for the C-notes But me though, I'm Jack son bitch Tito She wanna
put the load right on me (And) (And) Crazy Chester followed me and he caught me in the fog He said, "I will fix your rack, if you'll take Jack, my dog
I have in this world is my balls and my work, and I don't break em for no one Yo hopped out the whip, popped the heater out the glove-y Ski-masked it up, bout to jack
stormin' your way you better lay low So you might just duck when I buck guage Can't you see my niggas having a ball all day Since we having a ball all
of the thugs in the middle of the map these niggas finna snap spit it for niggas that bit it then give them the business they gonna feel it when we jack
(You can roll) You can get rolled over My nigga we the frontline warriors [Unverified] on Sunday Never know I might bust on you one day ohh Swiggin' with Jack
and I like the dough. Let off shots from my rifle-- like a sniper dawg: a pipe on y'all. Nigga, the Bone was born to ball. Krayzie: Taxin' nigga's like
lota people with this one [see you at the crossroads, crossroads] Woah...that was deep (that was from the heart dog) Oh man [stalkin' gat moves, walkin' jack