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the jacka - 911 lyrics

yeah what’s happening here boy
the devil’s here

i’m cheking every chain, pick you off like a n-gg-
fresh home from tourching, down the dummest say it’s my queen
rather do life in a bang before i write your name
or let’s seak again to the white devil

digging inch and go with shevel
barring yourself dude
couldn’t f-ck the check but you cuz you swear the people felt you
a lot of n-gg-‘s here for my whole day that felt through
spend nights most of my life tryin not to feel you
it’s real when i tell you, i never let you down
protect you in my life and try to make you smile
thou we cort a size i’m caught up in the wrap,
treat all i smoke, what up, what is the cpuld trip?
f-cking these cars of police
i’m gangster from the east
baw but now f-cking on my side in the streets
swiped the hood double couple everybody eat
cuz it’s good in this chief but it can’t breath

not elever make the price on the past race
they still get high in the west
our sukers let the ..spread
bent …but they halow when they in the way
not eleven make the price on the past race
they still get high in the west
our sukers let the ..spread
bent …but they halow when they in the way

real name , anthony, rebuild agaist my family
he preature couldn’t bridge me then ever understand me
nothing less then the ave, i’m stuck in the sweat
but in time my turn eight i had a lesson to spread
i’m watching the world spin with close eyes
nothing ever change, pray to the wrong guy
feel strange i put my faith in the drugs
feel pain and loosers in the closer place that you love
they ok, now put on the c-ke
put a bullet in his brain i try to open this lane
the fans wanna smoke yo, i got the antidote
what b-tch’s on my line? on the time i never answer those
baby i’m just on the go, rock on louie lose, on the coast try to sake for c-ke
hop up for ball with a n-gg- and a flowty
knocking n-gg-s down that’s the only life i know

the streets keep calling i never answer back
deep in the jungle in the bushes hang on my straps
pose for that trap, what a bag with trap
fans h-t the cope, circle back and do the cabbage pack
this devil reject and build all over the world
i pow it rose all over your girl
if you put it on your gums thet go on
the c-ke i got so good i make a toast for
the part…still on the perle
casting off, bl-sting off rock you soft
d-mn sh-t, gucci sh-t, d-mn i rock it all
i won’t shop a market street hardly catch me at the mall
i’m a drug dealer you need work?
then never call just blow down with the paper and i put you on
just stick down with the sh-t and i’mma stay to nig
smoking pounds mooving bricks, feel my empty ricks

- the jacka lyrics

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