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The Jacka
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Keep Callin'
Yea
This song goes out to all the hustlers out there Tryin to leave the game man, ya know It keep call me back man Find more lyrics at ※ Mojim.com
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[Mista F.A.B.:] When I wake up in the morning, you know what I see The world is a getto, smokin on D My little couzin 13, strung out on E Cant blame him, his momma on C O-K-E, 27 but she look like a old lady Grind, grind, fuck workin at Old Navy Where they ***, and make the world go crazy Who am I, man I ain't no better Just a young nigga lost, tryin to get this cheddar Starrin out the window, wishin on a shooting star Tryin' ta get dumb money, go in buy a stupid car Pray to the lord, tryin to hear my flaws Bowin to the heaven hope he hear my calls Wanna leave the game but I'm stuck an I'm trapped So I call on my nigga Jack
(X's 2) Tryin' ta leave the game but it's callin' ma name
[The Jacka:] This rap shit'll have you in a hole like three hunnard(300) Kick a black nigga down the hall like three hunnard(300) Twist a eight in tha back with boy and breath on it Down to my last ** Bout ta cop a quarter kick, All the real niggaz see I'm still out here, They like me rappin when I'm strappin I'm a real nightmare White tees blue jean Nike's all I wear Loss a nigga to a gun shot, I been there Killt a nigga for a small amount Life ain't fair, Colt white leather seats, 40 glock under there Catch a sucka in the traffic then I'm aimin' at his head I ran back to tha game became a millionaire Hit a lick on my connect, I've got so much *** to sale I'm on my nigga Mike*** bout ta take the streets back Rainbow fishscale, Coke fill dats all I know This line help me let it go When times get hard It's the game that I'm runnin to Many niggas die from the D that I'm runnin through What would the prophet do, so I lace a line Got the world at my palms Sumthin bout the street got my heart and my mind Up wit tha beat, Fuck school I'm on tha grind Got slap in tha Benz, my nig, letz ride or rhyme Fresh out the lab wit some new shit, nigga check out tha sounds
[Mista F.A.B.:] Man I'm ridin gettin tech, pro meth? in my cup Chain on ma stomach strap near tha gut Paranoid can't lie been through it all Still here another year, yea I made it dog Tryin ta get further wit out gettin murdered Moms worried bout me ain't try disturb her Gotta good girl but I really don't deserve her Cuz I'm out here doin' shit that's unheard of Tryin' to do right but wrongs so easy Lie so much when I'm right she don't believe me Gotta stay strap niggas jack for the bling So I rhyme with Jack cuz he stay on his *** Givin me game on how ta survive in tha game Said he tryin' ta leave but it keep callin' his name Looked him in tha' eye n say bra it do the same Shits fuckn' wit my brain, i need a change
(X's2) Tryin' ta leave the game but it's callin' ma name
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