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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 fuck a radio song, I put the radio on once the streets found, they played a real niggas song I'm hyphy but muhfuckas couldn't tell from my tone now niggas respect the bay and every state I've gone cause my album's so dope muthafuckas is stoned plus i'm everywhere you wouldn't believe the hoods I've gone niggas 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 Letras de cancioneslike my blue steel baby like keak still maybe I'll let you live til they pay me I gotta do this kinda shit 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 scrape me you'll be highly dissapointed when them straps get pointed I'm from the mob, all you fuck boys think you can join it you betta duck boy, my fuckin 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 damn 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 shit you choose brain over I pull them thangs on ya take everythang from ya my nigga never snitch just took a crazy number 8 years to do with them niggas that ain't said nothin my nigga 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 nigga 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 niggas that won't leave the heat behind (Thanks to Mike Maldonado for these lyrics) From Letras Mania