Mistah F.A.B., The Jacka - Where You At lyrics

Uh, The Jacka (I know you know, ayy)
Uh, Remy (J)
Love you, bruh, 'preciate this one
(I know they know what this is) tT3, uh

She don’t know me yet, but she love The Jack
Killers where we at, dealers where we at
You chillin' where we at
You know where you at
Killin' for our rep, you don’t know us yet
She don't know me yet, but she love The Jack
Killers where we at, dealers where we at
You chillin' where we at
You know where you at
Killin' for our rep, you don't know us yet

Uh, still in the trenches with
The killers and the dealers
And the dopeboys post on the corner
And for a rock, man a knock
He'll give you his droptop
I rock it, that's a loner
Call them dope fiend rentals
Knocked out like dope fiend dentals
If don't nobody know you on the
Spot then you ain’t official
You can ask the OGs
You can ask the young G’s
Everybody know me, ball like Kobe
Dirt by my lonely, need no codeine
Watched my daddy get high, damn near OD'd
He off that heron stick
I’m off that syrup and shit
I used to pour it, tap it, mix it and sip
Grab a Sprite, make sure you mix it right
Roll a little blunt of that Kryptonite
You know I'm on like shit tonight
Got Oops with me, so I ain't slippin', right
I miss The Jack, this a fact
Damn, wish I really could get him back
But it’s shit like that that
Really hit like that
When you really dwellin' where
Them killers at
Where them niggas at, and them drillers at
And them flippers at, that be flippin' packs
Man, I grew up, yeah, with them powder heads
That be gettin' high and
They be sniffin' sacks
They double up and then dippin' back
Got the hammer on him, he'll split his hat
Don't care how hard it get
Real niggas know the script, don't never rat

She don't know me yet, but she love The Jack
Killers where we at, dealers where we at
You chillin' where we at
You know where you at
Killin' for our rep, you don't know us yet
She don't know me yet, but she love The Jack
Killers where we at, dealers where we at
You chillin' where we at
You know where you at
Killin' for our rep, you don't know us yet

Hard to be humble in this
Jungle when these animals free
Where niggas don't move their lips
And if it's beef, that cannon gon' speak
Tryna make an animal of me
But I got handles in these streets
A dog-eat dog-eat world
That's why sometimes gotta Hannibal these G's
I shed tears for all my thugs that's
No longer here and they're gone
If I could call Heaven, man
I swear I'd get The Jack on the phone
Put my mama on speaker
Raised by the dope fiends and tweakers
I knew my nigga didn't wanna do it
But he needed them sneakers
Grew up in houses that
Was cold, stayin' quiet, that's the code
Where I'm from, some never grow
Still on the corner at 40 years old
Dressin' like a young nigga, pants on sag
With a mouth full of rocks or
A bundle in a bag
And the old nigga mad 'cause
The lil' nigga savv'
So he try to steal his stash
And he wanna stop his cash
Then the lil' nigga flash and he
Go and get his Gat
And the nigga told him, "Bruh
Give that nigga a pass"
But the lil' nigga mad and
He 'bout to go back
And he shot four shots to the OG's ass
And that's how it go where I'm from
But, you wouldn't know where I'm from
If you don't come to the slums
Where they be killin' for crumbs

She don't know me yet, but she love The Jack
Killers where we at, dealers where we at
You chillin' where we at
You know where you at
Killin' for our rep, you don't know us yet
She don't know me yet, but she love The Jack
Killers where we at, dealers where we at
You chillin' where we at
You know where you at
Killin' for our rep, you don't know us yet

And all he know is murder
All he know is kill
Raised around on fake shit
He don't even know what's real
Nah, he don't even know his dad
Heard the nigga took a deal
15 locked down in the Pen
Tryna wait for an appeal
My lil' nigga poppin'
Pills, all prescriptions, though
And when he pop a pill, he get to trippin'
Though put the Xan off in the bowl
Get to flashin' on this four
Sippin' syrup and he sniffin' coke
Robbin' niggas, make 'em hit the floor
Off them Percocets, he become a threat
And now nobody trust him on the set
Stripped the dice game the other night
Took his chain right off his neck
But he on that bully shit, and
Young niggas ain't goin' for it, though
'Cause no bullies last where I'm from, cuz
Lil' nigga like he got us fucked up, nigga
Tough luck