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wildliffe society - what's up jack lyrics

[intro]
the little brother, his crime is predictable, he’s hungry
he’s been forced in to drug life, because he is a
wasted human being, you have not reached his mind

what’s up jack!

[verse 1: rated x]
i’m creepin to ya short real slow, ain’t n0body around
neither partner so you know, i pulls my gear cause it’s
time to make my move, thought i seen a car coming yeah
but it was cool, smooth as could be, a fat 5.0, sitting on
some d’s three inches from the floor, my plan was to
steal it but i wanted more than that, so i stayed posted to
this mark came back, he stepped in the car, he heard
the cl1ck from my gat, and don’t make a move, cause
punk this a jack, i gagged him then i tied from his toes
to his head, you make the wrong move punk i swear
then you dead he knew what i meant because he didn’t
even speak, it almost made me laugh because my victim
was so weak, the look in his eye, as if he’d seen the
devil himself, about to p-ss out cause he was face to
face with death, i told him “give it up jack, give it up jack, give it up
jack, give up the money and the car and the dope jack”
yeah, and at gun point we drove to them outskirts, he tried
to get fly so i had to put in some, work, beware of the
night time, black, i creep to ya shadow so what’s up
jack

[hook]
what’s up jack!
what’s up jack!

[verse 2: mello-t]
call me a crook you see a crook but check me out know
i’m in them streets because my cribba was a crack
house, so put your head, so put your head upon my
shoulder, you see no pop you see no momma there to
hold ya, to give you love n0body ever even took the time
to give me so know i’m grippin to a glocca grip a nine
i’m jackin fools i’m smoking blunts it’s like a past time
i’m doing crime the bottom line is that i’m getting mind
you betta run you betta duck cause it’s a drive bye the
wig the shade the 12 gauge yo momma gonna cry she
didn’t know that her child was a g-ngb-nga, don’t point
the finger cause my finger just so trigger happy, and
when i k!ll it just a thrill i never show no heart a young
fool with the steel i jack ‘em, in the dark, i take their car
i take their life and then i’m audi five, and when i’m
caught it’s capital p i know i’m gonna fry. i keep a comin
so keep a runnin so best ya watch ya back i scoop a
hoe in a porsche

[hook]

[verse 3: rated x]
they got me on the run young menace from the south
they said on the news they found a body face down, and
i ain’t sayin nothing cause i known the 411, a crooked
young brother frustrated with a gun, and robing all you
fools for your money, dope, and cars, and staying real
low, before behind bars, and rollin my 4 to let you
fools know i’m on with my right hand man mello t, with
the chrome. and i ain’t scared to barbecue you chumps
who got beef, i smooth roll up and take your bucket in a
heart beat, especially when i got to get a pack for that
l1ck, i’ll rob that fool and get mu role on quick, then set up
shop from 12 noon to 4:30, then stashing that grip
before them pigs catch me dirty i’m jackin

it’s just a game of give and take, didn’t n0body
give me mine…
so break yoself trick!

[verse 4: mello-t]
i jack a fool and then i’m crusin’ n the six’a deuce i peep
a punk with a trunk of funk my pistol shoot, it’s murder
one it’s robbery that’s what you tellin me, i got no love
‘va from my pop that’s why i’m k!lling g, the d.i.g’s my
enemies they wanna see me dead, no homicides a betta
life i think i got ‘em scared i gets a rush’a when i jack a
fool, i make a move’va to my crib i see the county
blues, they beat me down like a rodney cause my skin
is black i stop the jackin now i’m packin and i’m sellin
crack, i do my business on the block’a like a john gotti
the godfather on the circle like a qt party them
young fools they want some props i’m in my geo track i
felt the gat in my back the jacker got jack!

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