The Jacka - Faces on T-Shirts lyrics

Last n***a had beef with The Jack, I make em' wonder Why the last sound he heard had to sound like thunder Got off so many kicks, call me the number one punter Pushin' kicks while kids is dying of hunger Got sentenced to a year, but ended up getting longer Really just made me stronger, I guess I'm just suspended from space and time Read the Quran and realized most the world is blind All the s** all the crime, I'm caught right up in it Just to keep it trill on the records you spinnin' Smokin' k** while my n***as spinnin' 8s in the street Right in front ya, last n***a had beef with Jack I make him wonder Why the last sound he heard had to sound like thunder (had to sound like thunder) I got a n***a in a peaceful slumber, he died at a very early number He was my nig, no man can take sh** from him But his life or a full clip from him n***as really known for .. n***as known for dumpin' Now it's time to ride, tell me what you see Hold the nine the time, don't be scared count to 3 Then pull the trigger back, now tell me what you see The kids life sealed, now tell me how you feel Like a gangsta, but is the feeling real I seen the whole world change, in my short time here Since my first rhyme here, it was one time that I thought rap was hopeless, never lost my focus Ask Allah to be the dopest, Inshallah I will be You know who Allah is, but you do not worship You had it the worse-est but you won't admit it Cuz you do not know it I make Salat, but give blessings through my music I never understood why these n***as wanna be gangstas I pace through my hood with a co*ked stainless So many n***as died that my heart is painless California gang bangers in Los Angeles In The Bay young n***as keep them shots ringing Late night on the track he was found brainless RIP on the wall, he is now famous For dying younger than the rest, with holes in his chest Blew his last breath reppin' for the projects Another young n***a picked up his gun in the process Small lead objects exit out the tec, until it jammed Then it soared through another set Then it's rigged up and used in another murder Another n***a chalked up by the black burner Have ya heard of triple murder Super soaked on the mattress in the telly room Froze and stiff, faced up to a celly dude They say I'm mainey as f**, but it's all truth But you a gangsta, look at yaself in the mirror How many pistols you shot, how many n***as you shot How many many kicks you pump, them n***as that be dyin' be them n***as that funk