[The Jacka]
This a letter to my thugs that I'm sendin' out..
They call me, The J-A-C-K-A
Most money most hoes, why I live that way
I know it's drama on the streets, but I still stay
We seen a little light, but our sky still grey
Hustlin' in the rain, feelin' pain like a migraine
Head ache, bit by a two-head snake
With a corrupt j**el, my boy got washed on his first case
Hate to see the look on his mother's face, no time to waste
Hit the block with the 9 on waist, only the real will make the 9 erase
Life or put your nose to a plate and make the white line erase
Mind over matter, and you can even live through a ma**acre
Slavery or torture, we brought the straps to the club to make them n***as remorse ya
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And All I heard was..
"All these n***as strapped as usual, and if you don't blast first then we all die too."
[Chorus]
I'll be a million miles away
When you get this letter
Too thug for the streets, can't shake the pain
A right to remember
You my n***a and I never would let you down
n***as change but the world still go around
We from the slums, many nights we done been without
This a letter to my thugs that I'm sendin' out
[The Jacka]
I was suspended from space and time
Stripped from everything I love man, and placed behind
An iron gate
I just try to be cool and pretend like everything is straight
Tryna concentrate and write these raps, but that sh** is whack though
Least they let my nig go
He ain't know what to do to keep the cash flow
So a n***a have something to come home to
n***a what
n***a f** you
You a thug I'm a thug too
Put em up or get stuck with the ruck tooth
Get gutted, get your whole fit flooded n***a
No remorse I feel the same everyday, I love to kid but I don't play
They call me The J-A-C-K-A
[Chorus]
I'll be a million miles away
When you get this letter
Too thug for the streets, can't shake the pain
A right to remember
You my n***a and I never would let you down
n***as change but the world still go around
We from the slums, many nights we done been without
This a letter to my thugs that I'm sendin' out
[The Jacka]
What you gon' do when you get out?
Hit the block cuz' I got much clout
Fire up a batch with the mob cuz' I'm out
n***as talk sh** get smacked real quickly
With the a** of the big body Desert E 50
Don't let Kazi or Feddy be with me
Say goodbye to the world, cuz tomorrow you'll be missing
It's The Jack! It's the Jack! n***a it's The Jacka
One love the K-I-N-G, don't le em catch ya
It's the b**h a** detective that's really tryna sweat ya
Got our boy Bo locked, the whole mob scattered out catchin' cases
Changin' faces, gettin' flatted out
I guess the Mob Figaz just gotta sav it out