at this What's the count Jack? What's the count Jack? What's the count Jack? What's the count Jack? What's the count Jack? What's the count Jack? I
body ends (La la) And my homie's begins (Ew wee) This rule dates back (The Golden Rule) To ancient Greece (Takin' about Cesar) We're two Jack Trippers
(Jack White/Mark Spiro) Maybe tonight, maybe tomorrow It's just a matter of time Until you're running back in my arms again Maybe tonight, maybe tomorrow
-T] Is it new year God? I'm comin' back mad-hard Movin' harder than a convict with a shack in the yard New Jacks wanna hear me rap beggin' for freestyle
jimmy bag I got a Nine nigga get me mad And watch me throw up razorblades and get to trippin' I'm cats and crippin', lickin' is civil like Jack the Ripper
better think about it You'd best to let me rap Ice back on the streets? You don't want that, 'cause I break ill And you really after body count the caps
E V I L E and Ice T are on a jack move Layin' down the dope groove, smokin' those who disapprove Wreckin' the deck, you'll regret if you cross punk Rollin
A ghetto garage makes a nice laboratory PCP and crystal meth, wars of glory End of story, gotta watch my back myself Or else they'll find my body layin
from the fuckin start Whether done over beats or loud guitars I drop the dope hits Case you forgot, I invented this gangsta shit You wanna step to me? New jack
a cute hoe In a week, they tell my bitches 'bout all they dough Then I jack and I kill The jack's for the money, the kill's for thrills I got nine thousand
you do what I do when we doin' what we doin' in back of the 'Lac I'm like come up off of that And every night her body gets jacked That gangsta, gang
Que La Sostenga Moriran Como Al Que Repenga Porque Somos Hijos De La Calle So Real Harder And I Love To Party Here I'm Coming And I Don't Hear No Body
what you owe me nigga, all cash money [Chorus] [Verse 3 - Bun B] Well it's that big body nigga in his big body car Got a big body bopper with that
up, no high chair, cold like a white bear, freddie Kruger Im a rap b-tch nightmare, and I'm rich I could buy you, kill b-tches leave ya body in a
1... 2... 3... Yo, Operator jack it up And make the girls them on de dance floor back it up Yo, tell the selector fe pull it up The place hot but a hot
, you beat it in trial you don't say too much, never eager to style remind me of Gotti, yeah, shine with the shotty lawyer so good, paid a fine for the body
