known for hot rims, fast drops Big trucks, big jewels, whys from the have not's Now every pocket on my clothing dawg, have knots 10, 20, 30, 40, 50 thousand, jack
hawk and burn in the motherfuckin house, geyeah And ain't no love in the nine-fo' hoe Verse one: mc eiht It makes me want to jack motherfuckers in the
s so many There's so many of us There's so many of us There's so many Let's have a war Jack up the Dow Jones Let's have a war It can start in New Jersey
With long dough, shit he jus' doin' what he known for Blowin' 'dro, on 24, livin' how the song go My rubber burnin', turnin' corners, beatin' like a Congo You try to jack
a war Clean out this place It already started in the city Suburbia will be just as easy Let's have a war Jack up the Dow Jones Let's have a war It can start in New Jersey
Come on, yo' hood, my hood, tote heat, sho' should Folk round here be up to no good A cool cat, with a pimp hat Cup fulla gin-jack Dreaded out, throwin
piece named alice, she was no joke Quick to wet a nigga who tryin to cut throat But, yo, ty was no new jack, he knew that He was marked for death 'cause
's a gorilla, say what happened to King Kong We real play makers and this is not ESPN Welcome to the gutter, now watch the shit fest begin Ain't no fuckin' Jack
City street, hang out Thumbs in pocket Black jacket Black jack, dego-red Manhattenized-Bohemia Of Southern California Tough punk of Cool, futuristic
the motherfucker That's how it goes, yeah, and that's how it feels, right New Jersey Drive is for real That's how it goes and that's how it feels New Jersey
brothers and sisters locked The chain remains The chain remains The chain remains The chain remains The chain remains Prisoner 1 5 4 3 0 5 0 representin' Jersey
me to prove it You can huff and puff like the big bad wolf I'll bar ya face up tight and sport the kick ass look You can flabber jack, chow jack, talk
a pocket book, look You know, you shook you ain't gotta hide your face bitch, look Yeah, it's mister click clacker bitch, I jack the jackers Cover more
, Brooklyn turn to Hiroshima I'm driving to Jersey to escape the terror I was on the highway pushing a black viper A car pulls up, is he a jack or a sniper
t see me with a microscope Kick down your door and found your snow Smoking tough cause you hada fucking pound of dro After I jack all the birds in the
The Southern playalistic pimp is up in this, bitch Man, my folkers up on that track, complimentin' that wickedness See, one is for the money, two is for my niggaz who jack
my mind I got's it When I pop ya with this heart rock Make your heart stop cause I'm bout it Jack you like a new jersey drive My niggaz are always down