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The Jacka
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Won't Be Right
[The Jack:] Knock your teeth down your throat Sixty G's in my Raiders coat All trap money Split the sea in my speed boat I live in the Bay, it's a place that never need dro I can guarantee the best tree they ever seen befo Really I'm the only muthafucka that you need to know Bendin' corners, call the corner, they ain't getting nothin' 30's on my Cutlass, we the dumbest, we be sittin' up From the block, have heart had guap, remember that The law of da P allowed to speak unless you peeled a cap Remember me, did it all for the M-O-B Seein' shit you dream to see It's the life, it won't be right 'til my niggas free You know 'm sayin' We'd save the world, but I am just a man And want to sleep on the truth but I overstand You should know the ropes, I shouldn't have to hold your hand Being broke is a life I'll never live again
[Chorus:]~The Jack~ IT'S THE LIFE, IT WON'T BE RIGHT TILL MY NIGGA'S FREE IT'S THE LIFE, IT WON'T BE RIGHT TILL MY NIGGA'S FREE SMOKE TREE AND AIM MY MAC AT MY ENE-MIES I JUST WANNA CLAP ALL MY ENE-MIES NIGGAZ RAP BUT THEY COULDN'T SEE US IN THEIR DREAMS NIGGAZ RAP BUT BOY WE ACTIVE WITH THE HEAT GETTIN RICH MUTHAFUCKA, I NEVER SLEEP WE YOUNG MUTHAFUCKAS AND WE RUN THE STREETS
[Cellski:] Thang on my waist 50 in the safe Another hundred racks just sittin' in the bank My money stay long and yours don't grow My bitches get money and yours don't ho They call me Cellski, Big Mafi the Don I done knocked more hoes than Magic Don Juan Sittin in my Cadillac, blowing on bomb Ridin' around Vegas with a suite at the Palms Hopped out the whip, dank in hand Ran up on the boy, had to clap that man These streets ain't safe so I keep my thang Had to clap at a nigga, he try to snatch my chain Moved a lot of cocaine, made a lot of drug deals This how a thug feels Tryn'a see $1 mil My gun stay on me at all times I stay heated with the four five or the Glock nine
[Chorus:]~The Jack~ IT'S THE LIFE, IT WON'T BE RIGHT TILL MY NIGGA'S FREE IT'S THE LIFE, IT WON'T BE RIGHT TILL MY NIGGA'S FREE SMOKE TREE AND AIM MY MAC AT MY ENE-MIES I JUST WANNA CLAP ALL MY ENE-MIES NIGGAZ RAP BUT THEY COULDN'T SEE US IN THEIR DREAMS NIGGAZ RAP BUT BOY WE ACTIVE WITH THE HEAT GETTIN RICH MUTHAFUCKA, I NEVER SLEEP WE YOUNG MUTHAFUCKAS AND WE RUN THE STREETS
[The Jack:] Sucka why you frontin', people never come through Cause we kill niggaz for nothin', they still muthafuckin' love us Don't ask around, 'less you wanna drown in the delta Let a hundred go, niggaz scrounge around for shelta Everywhere we go, least 30 in the hammer Bitches love my gangsta, when before they couldn't stand us See my posin' for the camera Yeah the damn magazines It's the life, it won't be right 'til my nigga's free!
[Cellski:] I'm on the turf with the hammer on me Like a cameraman, gotta keep a canon on me K with the 'nana on me Them alpha boys watchin, but we keep hustlin' Niggaz still funkin' so we keep bustin' Ain't no love in these streets no mo' I live the fast life nigga, why yo' life slow? Gettin' money is the object I made a hundred thousand dollars out them Frisco projects (Chorus, The Jack)
IT'S THE LIFE, IT WON'T BE RIGHT TILL MY NIGGA'S FREE IT'S THE LIFE, IT WON'T BE RIGHT TILL MY NIGGA'S FREE SMOKE TREE AND AIM MY MAC AT MY ENE-MIES I JUST WANNA CLAP ALL MY ENE-MIES NIGGAZ RAP BUT THEY COULDN'T SEE US IN THEIR DREAMS NIGGAZ RAP BUT BOY WE ACTIVE WITH THE HEAT GETTIN RICH MUTHAFUCKA, I NEVER SLEEP WE YOUNG MUTHAFUCKAS AND WE RUN THE STREETS
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