Flowing down the mountain Many broken streams Hand full of twisted thoughts Bottle full of needs Follow the sun down Till I can't see your face There
Translation: Full Devil Jacket. Stain.
) Sold my soul ot the devil But I changed my mind now I want it back But he won't coorperate so now it's time to jack Called RIP and Stratejacket Number
singin' the blues They gave you the crack to start flippin' your sack You makin' your money, it's sittin' in stacks You bought you some gats for niggaz who jack
the middle of a circle 'cause' a nigga is trying to jack me With a nine-millimeter ruger and a six deep posse But I ain't going out for a jack move
middle of a circle 'cause' a nigga is trying to jack me With a nine-millimeter ruger and a six deep posse But I ain't going out for a jack move The only
gun Gave some dramatic ass speech then, pulled the trigger Ha ha, barrel empty, joke on you Jack He cold pissed his pants, blew his cover, he a New Jack
ask questions I'm the type of motherfucker ready to trip On anyone or anything all for the fuck of it We be the underground, we stay beneath And suffocate
stop Danced up to the bar, a double snapple on the rocks [Chali 2na] Now mr. bartender told me strangers get flack (Really black?) But they'll be fuckin with the black billy jack
I walk over the shit and spit outta heart Now brothers talk shit and can't back it That's why I had to fit em with a full metal jacket Peel his cap once
C stay shittin' Laws and lows to keep you hoes on my di-dick My foes stay foes so all you jacks need to quit it Doc shines, hot lines, and jackers come
record company head. Frost P, I keep it, nuh-uh. Still bills I'm payin', still for mils I'm prayin' In the meanwhile, I stayed me and wait, De life ain
with no practice. I mack this microphone like a hoe on the stroll. In total control of the soul. Any asshole can pull a gun the streets are full of fools
far rock run sews up the block Full of bugs get up the sucker trapped This ain't halloween take off the mask Lot of chumps fakin jacks Anty up the money
G's This for my gangstas [Z-Ro:] Hell naw you can't hit my weed, cause to me smoking is like breathing So a nigga stay smoking and flipping, in a Intrepid
hand Not to kill ya, just to get it off my chest like a man I use ta, fuck wit cha, now I gives a fuck about ya Tryna jack a jacker?, bitch I'll blow
] Sold my soul ot the devil But I changed my mind now I want it back But he won't coorperate so now it's time to jack Called RIP and Stratejacket Number
