The Jacka - Faces on T-Shirts lyrics
[The Jacka - Faces on T-Shirts lyrics]
Last nigga had beef with The Jack
I make em' wonder
Why the last sound he heard
Had to sound like thunder
Got off so many kicks
Call me the number one punter
Pushin' kicks while kids is dying of hunger
Got sentenced to a year
But ended up getting longer
Really just made me stronger
I guess I'm just suspended
From space and time
Read the Quran and realized most
The world is blind
All the sex all the crime
I'm caught right up in it
Just to keep it trill on
The records you spinnin'
Smokin' kill while my niggas spinnin'
8s in the street right in front ya
Last nigga had beef with Jack
I make him wonder
Why the last sound he heard
Had to sound like thunder
(had to sound like thunder)
I got a nigga in a peaceful slumber
He died at a very early number
He was my nig, no man can take shit from him
But his life or a full clip from him
Niggas really known for niggas
Known for dumpin'
Now it's time to ride, tell me what you see
Hold the nine the time
Don't be scared count to 3
Then pull the trigger back
Now tell me what you see
The kids life sealed
Now tell me how you feel
Like a gangsta, but is the feeling real
I seen the whole world change
In my short time here
Since my first rhyme here
It was one time that
I thought rap was hopeless
Never lost my focus
Ask Allah to be the dopest
Inshallah I will be
You know who Allah is, but you do not worship
You had it the worse-est but
You won't admit it cuz you do not know it
I make Salat
But give blessings through my music
I never understood why these
Niggas wanna be gangstas
I pace through my hood
With a cocked stainless
So many niggas died that my heart is painless
California gang bangers in Los Angeles
In The Bay young niggas
Keep them shots ringing
Late night on the track
He was found brainless
RIP on the wall, he is now famous
For dying younger than the rest
With holes in his chest
Blew his last breath reppin' for the projects
Another young nigga picked up his
Gun in the process
Small lead objects exit out the tec
Until it jammed
Then it soared through another set
Then it's rigged up and
Used in another murder
Another nigga chalked up by the black burner
Have ya heard of triple murder
Super soaked on the mattress
In the telly room
Froze and stiff, faced up to a celly dude
They say I'm mainey as fuck
But it's all truth but, you a gangsta
Look at yaself in the mirror
How many pistols you shot
How many niggas you shot
How many many kicks you pump
Them niggas that be dyin' be
Them niggas that funk
I make em' wonder
Why the last sound he heard
Had to sound like thunder
Got off so many kicks
Call me the number one punter
Pushin' kicks while kids is dying of hunger
Got sentenced to a year
But ended up getting longer
Really just made me stronger
I guess I'm just suspended
From space and time
Read the Quran and realized most
The world is blind
All the sex all the crime
I'm caught right up in it
Just to keep it trill on
The records you spinnin'
Smokin' kill while my niggas spinnin'
8s in the street right in front ya
Last nigga had beef with Jack
I make him wonder
Why the last sound he heard
Had to sound like thunder
(had to sound like thunder)
I got a nigga in a peaceful slumber
He died at a very early number
He was my nig, no man can take shit from him
But his life or a full clip from him
Niggas really known for niggas
Known for dumpin'
Now it's time to ride, tell me what you see
Hold the nine the time
Don't be scared count to 3
Then pull the trigger back
Now tell me what you see
The kids life sealed
Now tell me how you feel
Like a gangsta, but is the feeling real
I seen the whole world change
In my short time here
Since my first rhyme here
It was one time that
I thought rap was hopeless
Never lost my focus
Ask Allah to be the dopest
Inshallah I will be
You know who Allah is, but you do not worship
You had it the worse-est but
You won't admit it cuz you do not know it
I make Salat
But give blessings through my music
I never understood why these
Niggas wanna be gangstas
I pace through my hood
With a cocked stainless
So many niggas died that my heart is painless
California gang bangers in Los Angeles
In The Bay young niggas
Keep them shots ringing
Late night on the track
He was found brainless
RIP on the wall, he is now famous
For dying younger than the rest
With holes in his chest
Blew his last breath reppin' for the projects
Another young nigga picked up his
Gun in the process
Small lead objects exit out the tec
Until it jammed
Then it soared through another set
Then it's rigged up and
Used in another murder
Another nigga chalked up by the black burner
Have ya heard of triple murder
Super soaked on the mattress
In the telly room
Froze and stiff, faced up to a celly dude
They say I'm mainey as fuck
But it's all truth but, you a gangsta
Look at yaself in the mirror
How many pistols you shot
How many niggas you shot
How many many kicks you pump
Them niggas that be dyin' be
Them niggas that funk