1.Summer
(feat.Rydah J Klyde ＆ Matt Blaque)
High speed chaces my niggas lets takeum on one drunk enough bet
i still shakeum my niggas all young gotdamn time we be facing my
niggas all dumb facing getting high in my Spaceship bracing the
all 1s im in space everyday we be braking the law some mix alot
everyday we be prayin Allah bruh lifes crazy yea it was crazier
in the 80's made me stress drinking the pain away hope that
every drug in the book the pain wont go no were ima put this all
my look check out the clothes i were come into my life my nigga
try to give you life you never thought you were craftier nigga
you just trying to make shit right im nasa fast on the spaceship
trying to control my life
Yea this for my niggas who go knocked in the winter say he was
locked for the summer weeklying soft and shit got rated on
reminisn on goin a hudred spolkes without looking chrome
president for airforce 4th of July thats wat he dippin on damn
he missed the summer jam he be who all the bitches be on shine
sun rays use to darskin his skin tone but he aint seen the sun
and many moons and he been gone feeling like feeling like summer
dont love me but that winter was even colder wen the feds came
to rush like damn!!! summer dont love me no more
Hopped out behind the steel i might take your life best be still
or ima squeez nothing to think about getting scrill hang with
the G's thats all i think about hopped in just trying to win
pulling them bangas out you look like your ready to scream so
ima tape your mouth while real niggas locked in the pin and all
the fake ones out i see you,you dont see im staking out your
house bout to run in there with some niggas thats kililng and
they proud
2.Just A Celebrity
3.Glamorous Lifestyle
I know you see me right here everytime you drive by.
But truth to admit you don't ever ask why.
You know I got paper cus I'm a D-Boy.
You my B-Girl, glamorous lifestyle.
Rocks on the wrist big things nice car.
You wana live life with a rich rockstar.
Everybody know us, everybody know ya'll.
I think I'm a a rush so I probly never call.
Why you tryna front girl you know you ain't ready
I be in the hood everyday with my family
We the mafia similar gone get me
I'm a animal miss my close don't fit me
Hangin on my ave when we pull up in the bentley
Nobody ever laugh girl we always leanin nigga
All I ever wanted was to see what was in yah
I'm the Jack ice cold Mack from The Figgas
Lock N tha county share my cell with a killa
All he ever said to jack I neva heard a nigga realah fat sherm
To the fo' XIV gorillaz all my niggas doin life do what I can to
my life betta
I know you see me right here everytime you drive by.
But truth to admit you don't ever ask why.
You know I got paper cus I'm a D-Boy.
You my B-Girl, glamorous lifestyle.
Rocks on the wrist big things nice car.
You wana live life with a rich rockstar.
Everybody know us, everybody know ya'll.
I think I'm a a rush so I probly never call.
You know you love The Jacka.
I'm right here boutta dipp out in my six fitt gear
Tear tree smoke and them tens on there
Tryna find the Hus nigga all white pair
Buy the gucci Loafers you'll never know where
Go buy ma new shit hop in the chair
Some tell a mutha fucka how it ain't fair
Never seen ma colorr before all my shoes rare
You can hit the mall but you'll never find uhm there no
Boy you know the jump off yeah？ yeah
Bought to make it pop off dough tho
This box thing is all I know.Know
I know you see me right here everytime you drive by.
But truth to admit you don't ever ask why.
You know I got paper cus I'm a D-Boy.
You my B-Girl, glamorous lifestyle.
Rocks on the wrist big things nice car.
You wana live life with a rich rockstar.
Everybody know us, everybody know ya'll.
I think I'm a a rush so I probly never call.
My lifestyle baybee lika a S500.
Gather up yo friends jump in and I'm a gun it.
Then give me 10 minutes and mah glock talk hit yah.
Andre Nickatina in yo camera phone picture.
I watch how the wheels rotate, Break down a 8th .
The color of ma sneaker is the color of my face.
I wear my wife beater like a banga .
My rapstyle freak got one up in the chamba.
I know you see me right here everytime you drive by.
But truth to admit you don't ever ask why.
You know I got paper cus I'm a D-Boy.
You my B-Girl, glamorous lifestyle.
Rocks on the wrist big things nice car.
You wana live life with a rich rockstar.
Everybody know us, everybody know ya'll.
I think I'm a a rush so I probly never call.
{Musical：}
You know I got paper cus I'm a D-Boy
Rocks on the wrist big dreams nice cars
You know I paper cus I a D-Boy
4.Greatest Alive
5.They Don't Know
6.Won't Be Right
Knock your teeth down your throat
Sixty G's in my Raiders coat
All trap money
Split the sea in my speed boat
I live in the Bay, it's a place that never need dro
I can guarantee the best tree they ever seen befo
Really I'm the only muthafucka that you need to know
Bendin' corners, call the corner, they ain't getting nothin'
30's on my Cutlass, we the dumbest, we be sittin' up
From the block, have heart had guap, remember that
The law of da P allowed to speak unless you peeled a cap
Remember me, did it all for the M-O-B
Seein' shit you dream to see
It's the life, it won't be right 'til my niggas free
You know 'm sayin'
We'd save the world, but I am just a man
And want to sleep on the truth but I overstand
You should know the ropes, I shouldn't have to hold your hand
Being broke is a life I'll never live again
IT'S THE LIFE, IT WON'T BE RIGHT TILL MY NIGGA'S FREE
IT'S THE LIFE, IT WON'T BE RIGHT TILL MY NIGGA'S FREE
SMOKE TREE AND AIM MY MAC AT MY ENE-MIES
I JUST WANNA CLAP ALL MY ENE-MIES
NIGGAZ RAP BUT THEY COULDN'T SEE US IN THEIR DREAMS
NIGGAZ RAP BUT BOY WE ACTIVE WITH THE HEAT
GETTIN RICH MUTHAFUCKA, I NEVER SLEEP
WE YOUNG MUTHAFUCKAS AND WE RUN THE STREETS
Thang on my waist
50 in the safe
Another hundred racks just sittin' in the bank
My money stay long and yours don't grow
My bitches get money and yours don't ho
They call me Cellski, Big Mafi the Don
I done knocked more hoes than Magic Don Juan
Sittin in my Cadillac, blowing on bomb
Ridin' around Vegas with a suite at the Palms
Hopped out the whip, dank in hand
Ran up on the boy, had to clap that man
These streets ain't safe so I keep my thang
Had to clap at a nigga, he try to snatch my chain
Moved a lot of cocaine, made a lot of drug deals
This how a thug feels
Tryn'a see $1 mil
My gun stay on me at all times
I stay heated with the four five or the Glock nine
IT'S THE LIFE, IT WON'T BE RIGHT TILL MY NIGGA'S FREE
IT'S THE LIFE, IT WON'T BE RIGHT TILL MY NIGGA'S FREE
SMOKE TREE AND AIM MY MAC AT MY ENE-MIES
I JUST WANNA CLAP ALL MY ENE-MIES
NIGGAZ RAP BUT THEY COULDN'T SEE US IN THEIR DREAMS
NIGGAZ RAP BUT BOY WE ACTIVE WITH THE HEAT
GETTIN RICH MUTHAFUCKA, I NEVER SLEEP
WE YOUNG MUTHAFUCKAS AND WE RUN THE STREETS
Sucka why you frontin', people never come through
Cause we kill niggaz for nothin', they still muthafuckin' love
us
Don't ask around, 'less you wanna drown in the delta
Let a hundred go, niggaz scrounge around for shelta
Everywhere we go, least 30 in the hammer
Bitches love my gangsta, when before they couldn't stand us
See my posin' for the camera
Yeah the damn magazines
It's the life, it won't be right 'til my nigga's free!
I'm on the turf with the hammer on me
Like a cameraman, gotta keep a canon on me
K with the 'nana on me
Them alpha boys watchin, but we keep hustlin'
Niggaz still funkin' so we keep bustin'
Ain't no love in these streets no mo'
I live the fast life nigga, why yo' life slow？
Gettin' money is the object
I made a hundred thousand dollars out them Frisco projects
(Chorus, The Jack)
IT'S THE LIFE, IT WON'T BE RIGHT TILL MY NIGGA'S FREE
IT'S THE LIFE, IT WON'T BE RIGHT TILL MY NIGGA'S FREE
SMOKE TREE AND AIM MY MAC AT MY ENE-MIES
I JUST WANNA CLAP ALL MY ENE-MIES
NIGGAZ RAP BUT THEY COULDN'T SEE US IN THEIR DREAMS
NIGGAZ RAP BUT BOY WE ACTIVE WITH THE HEAT
GETTIN RICH MUTHAFUCKA, I NEVER SLEEP
WE YOUNG MUTHAFUCKAS AND WE RUN THE STREETS
7.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
Look...
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
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
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
8.Girls
9.Scared Money
10.Get It In
Look, the people you are after are the people you depend on.
They cook your meals, they haul your trash, we connect your
calls, we drive your ambulances, we guard you while you sleep.
Do not fuck with us.
Incredable
Chours：
I live everyday like its my last,
Hustlin to get this cash,
i get it in, get it in
whatever it takes i get it in.
we gonna push to the limit on the grind till the clock stops
tickin.
cuz i get it in get it in, whatever it takes i get it in.
Jacka： I just push and push smoking purple kush, every time you
look ridin round with crooks, iz you down with us？ its that
sound you love, we just loungin uhh, we just stylin bra, hope
you crowding us, tho we sold dope, i got thousands but dont see
no hope, in the p-world nigga it is no joke, bout to hit another
bank and a store loc, you dont see the warning post in the store
bro？ cant let em catch a nigga cant go home no more, gotta carry
on, only the strong will now what im really on, but its time to
？？, u know we out here thuggin, why u out here strugglin？ chrome
on lap, i aint got to say nothin, i just on with the stack,
never seen my face but my name is the jack.
i live everyday like its my last
hustling to get this cash
i get it in, get it in
whatever it takes i get it in.
we gonna push to the limt
on the grind til the clock stops tickin.
cuz i get it in get it in
whatever it takes i get it in.
We goin hard for three days with no sleep, in the streets i can
do this all week, alot of kush and syrup, my body dont need no
sleep, so from sun up to sun down im on the creep, i wont stop
till my casket is six feet, but all the hatin got me movin
around on the street,
i aint goin places as long as im on my feet, jealosy got em both
out spreading lies, instead of huslting they ploting on my
demise, all the while my mind is on cream pies, im on the rise,
my pockets bigger then beyonces thighs, damn, why they hating on
a playa mane？ , fuck em all im just tryin to get dat paper mane,
and im gonna get it any way that it comes, if you looking for me
i'll be in the streets like a bum.
i live everyday like its my last
hustling to get this cash
i get it in, get it in
whatever it takes i get it in.
we gonna push to the limt
on the grind til the clock stops tickin.
cuz i get it in get it in
whatever it takes i get it in.
Here i come again with that thunder mane, im gonna go to jail if
they run my name, so im ouuta there with that powder there, it a
gangsta in there god damn way, if they dont come straight, and i
never lost faith, up the block with my nigz, get paper shot the
boys but i barley escape, eyes wide i-5 , but im barley awake,
getin high and my memorys fading away, but i remember all my
niggaz from back in the day. for all my niggaz ridin round, what
happend to jay, took a hit we was sic, we was lovin it boy, till
this day im the shit and im lovin it boy, a couple suckas act
like they dont know me no more but i never gave a fuck cuz this
shit aint for you
i live everyday like its my last
hustling to get this cash
i get it in, get it in
whatever it takes i get it in.
we gonna push to the limt
on the grind til the clock stops tickin.
cuz i get it in get it in
whatever it takes i get it in.
11.What's Your Zodiac
12.Dopes Forreal
13.Callin' My Name
This song goes out to all the hustlas out there
Trying to leave the game you know
It keep callin they name
When I wake up in the morning you know what I see？
The world is the ghetto smoking on ' D' my lil cuzzin thirteen
strung out on 'E'
Can't blame him his mamma on 'C'
Uh O-K-E 27 but she look like a old lady grind grind fuck
working at old navy
Rather slang girl and make the world go crazy
Who am I？ mayne ain't no betta just a yung nigga lost tryna get
this chedda
Starring out the window wishing on a shooting star
Tryna get dumb money go and buy a stupid car
Pray to lord trying to heal my flaws hollin to the heavens hope
he hear my calls
Wana leave the game but I'm stuck and I'm trapped so I call on
my nigga jack
Trying to leave the game but it keeps calling my name
This rap shit will have you on a hole 300 kick a black nigga
down a hole like 300
Twist an 8th in the backwood boy and breathe on it down to ma
list key
Bout to copp a quarter kick all the real niggas see I'm still
out there
They like he rappin but I'm trappin I'm a real nightmare
White tee's blue jeans nikes all I wear lost a nigga to a
gunshot I've been there
Killed a nigga for a small amount life ain't fair coke white
leather seats
40 glock under there catch a sucka in a traffic and I'm aiming
at his head
Ran back to the game became a millionaire hit a lick on my
connect
I got so much shit for sale I'm on my nigga nextel bout to take
the streets back
Rainbow fish scale coke feel is all I know Islam help me let It
go when times get hard
It's the game that I'm running to many nigga dies from the 'D'
that runnin though
What would the profit do so I maksallah got the world in my
palms
Something about the streets got my heart and my mind
Up with beasts fuck school I'm on the grind got slapp in the
benz
My nigg let's ride around fresh out the lab with the new shit
nigga check out the sounds
Man I'm riddin gettin tacked pro-meth in ma cup chain in my
stomach
Strapped near the gut paranoid can't lie been throught it all
Still here another year yea I made it dawg trying to get further
without getting murdered
Moms words brought me ain't trying to disturb her
I got a good girl but I really don't deserve her cause I'm out
here doing shit that's unheard of
Trying to do right but wrongs so easy lied soo much when I'm
right she don't believe me
Gotta stay strapped niggaz jack for the bling
So I ride with the jack cause he stay on his thing
Giving me game so I could survive in this game he said he trying
to leave but it keeps
Callin his name looked him in the eye
And said 'bruh it do the same shits fucking with my brain I need
a change'
Trying to leave the game but it keeps calling my name
14.What Happened To The World
15.The Movement
16.Storm
Killa on the road nigga
(Riders on the storm)
Nigga watch out nigga
(Riders on the storm)
The J-A nigga
You know what
Spit my life on this beat, live my life on the street
Got the thugs on my team, keep the strap in my reach
And I'm lovin' the lean, but don't fuck wit the peach
Optimo, hit the Sco, 60 box of the sweets
Yea I'm fully aware, even if I look sleep
I really live this shit, these squares wanna be me
But you niggas is weak, and you scared to get doe
I done did road trips wit 50 bricks of that blow
Gangsta's buy 'em from me, but'll kill for ya nig
Cuz keep it real as fuck is all I did
That's all I know, smoke everyday
100 in my chop, cuz we don't play
Na we just kill, nigga where I stay
Nigga where I live, hit a bank bare faced
Just to feed our kid, got beef wit the J
Shoot my gun at your crib, and do a day at the block
Never stop for the pigs, that's just how we rock
(Riders on the storm)
I'm from the city that Big rep
Where coke droughts, got niggas cryin' like Isaiah on the
Knick's bench
A closed mouth don't get fed
A real man, will keep his mouth closed even wit the feds
Never sleep you get enough rest when you're dead
Fuck a dream what you need is a good connect
If it's pure or compressed you've been blessed
In other words less complainin' more to stretch
Thorough niggas ain't born we bred
I'd rather be loved than feared
I'm smooth 'til I'm on the edge
I don't move unprepared
What part you ain't understand
Fuck around lay around, while I over stand
The road to redemption I'm on a chosen path
To greatness ain't nothin' gonna hold me back
Niggas know where my zone is at
I spit it how I live it this is cocaine rap, ugh
(Riders on the storm)
Yea nigga, the Jack
Hustlin' in the rain wit my nigs pushin' cane
Push my thang to your ribs nigga you know what this is
Fuck the drought I'm the Jack, give me all the shit
I'm goin' in, let's get it in, I'll kill again to feed my kids
I gives a shit about a bitch up in the yay
East Bay gangsta like that S-P-I-C-E who rock wit men
You can eat, I walk around wit my heat
But I'm cooler than a styrofoam cup full of lean
If you know us if you don't you better scream mutha fucka
Chrome 4-4 wit the beam on the rubber
Livin' nigga's dreams but a nigga had to suffer
Ridin' through the storm I don't think I could recover
17.Our Heroes
18.Over Me
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