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jake the flake - goin' way out lyrics

[intro]
(shoestring)
yeah, shoestring is back in this motherf-cker once again
me and jake the flake teamed up in this b-tch
f-ck all you n-ggas
jake, tell them hoes something

(jake the flake)
you motherf-cking vice cops
all you b-tches
prepare for the k!lling
coming down on all you hoes
it’s going to be a serious manslaughter in this b-tch
f-ck you

[verse 1 – jake the flake]
a n-gga with the motherf-cking plate
not a plate in my head
i mean the plate full of flake
them oot-head b-tches on my d-ck for the pack
i gave that b-tch a (???) and now i’m hitting it from the back
i’m goin’ way out and then i’m goin’ through a thang
your girl was drug free but now that b-tch is ooting ‘caine
strung out on that blow, that funky p-ssy ho
she didn’t know how to oot but now that b-tch is just a pro
turning b-tches out, i got the f-cking clout
you didn’t know what flake was
but now you know what it’s all about
cause i’m the provider
and you’re the f-cking user
call me the dealer
cause you’re the drug abuser
chilling at the crib with some b-tches, playing quarter bounce
a n-gga beeped me up
he wants a f-cking quarter ounce
i beeped the boy back
he didn’t want no crack
i met him around the corner, it was a motherf-cking jack
i really wasn’t prepared
but still i wasn’t scared
he thought i was a ho
i had to let him know
cause i’m a real jacker
and jacking was my first trade
i was jacking n-ggas way back in the first grade
so how the f-ck you think that he going to do what another n-gga do
what was mean for me was never ever meant for you
now it’s time for paypack
n-gga with that wack jack
you made a f-cked move and now it’s time to get that head cracked
blown to capacity
b-tches shouldn’t have f-cked with me
to blow a n-gga’s brains out
ain’t sh-t to me
crazier than a mother
suicidal like a bungee jump
hunting n-ggas down in other hoods with my pump
k!lling n-ggas off for something i really shouldn’t have started
i opened up the pack and hit the flake and then i farted
walking through my hood i seen some b-tch that’s outside dancing
visions in my head was k!ll the b-tch like charles manson
k!lled so many n-ggas need to be waiting down on death row
got me in the county on suspicion of feinding for a blow
caught me in a fiend’s ride
said i did some homicide
i was home alone with my girl that was my alibi
i’m a real n-gga, ain’t no time for acting phony
and plus, i do my dirt all by my lonely
will they hem me up and lock me down
that’s something i doubt
a n-gga from the ave. with att-tude
i’m goin’ way out

[hook]
n-ggas from the ave. is goin’ way out, way out
n-ggas from the ave. is goin’ way out, way out
n-ggas from the ave. is goin’ way out, way out
n-ggas from the ave. is goin’ way out, way out
brrrapppa!
(x2)

[verse 2 – shoestring]
back, still labeled as a k!ller
shoestring
f-ck michael jackson, i’m a thriller
i done done my time, just like a beast
searching a n-gga down, and trying to take his piece
two n-ggas from the ave. with some motherf-cking beef
i’m the f-cking sheriff, and jakey is the chief
i beef with many cliques and many n-ggas they have brung
some of them n-ggas went home
and some of them n-ggas got hung
ooted in my crib
i think somebody’s peeping
the cops are in my window
they must think i was sleeping
go for your arrest and i’ll be coming out the covers
i’ll step back and start popping motherf-ckers
i’ve been up for two days
and now that i am yawning
my body’s feeling numb
my nose is steady running
i’m looking at my mother as my motherf-cking enemy
called my little sister a b-tch
said the ho is no kin to me
should i shoot my mother
or should i just rape her
should i cut her up like a chain and drape her
slapped myself in the face
cause i know i must be tripping
had a dream of k!lling michael jordan and scottie pippen
yo, i’m ooting ‘caine in my motherf-cking nostrils
having visions of murdering b-tches in my house shoes
and now i’m broke and back in to reality
the same old thing, facing that police brutality
reached to my side, my ‘caine’s a goner
grabbed my f-cking gat and i headed to that corner
looking for my brother, and his f-cking boys
i don’t give a f-ck, i’ll play them n-ggas like some toys
looked up the street and seen my n-gga named jake
beefing with my brother, (tyrese?), (???) and ray-ray
n-ggas stole my rocks
and then them n-ggas rolled them
made a fat knot, c-cked the 50s back and fold them
now i’m seeing see three n-ggas
c-cked back and three brims
pimping around the corner
and they’re rolling on punchy’s rims
yeah i stopped the car and asked them for my dope
ike cracked a grin, i grabbed him by his throat
ty reached up back and took a pop at his brother
and said, “the only person i love is my f-cking mother”
yo, went to my house and called punchy on the telephone
they ganked him and me
and now them n-ggas living wrong
punchy got his rims back
but i didn’t get my dope, g
ike bought some gear and now them n-ggas gone to tennessee
i took no loss
i know that i’m the coach-ie
somebody’s at my door
peeped out my window, i see roachie
ira’s ooted out
i know the n-ggas dopin’
he’s f-cking them b-tches good
and busting their heads open
back is the caravan, acting like a old man
steady smoking billies with a brewskie bottle in his hand
i’m shoestring
you know i’m not a joker
i don’t smoke crack cause i’m not a crack smoker
that’s the way it is
and this is what it’s all about
these are n-ggas from the ave
and we’re going way out

[hook]

[outro]
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