The Jacka - Gangstas Everyday lyrics
[The Jacka - Gangstas Everyday lyrics]
I ride with gangsters every day
So we strapped everywhere we go
And bust choppers where we stay
I'm surprised we made it through
Hold up (hold up) hey i'm a (I'm a) hey
So what up (what up) hey
Here we come (here we come) hey
I got that Mob shit all the time
Can't get that crime shit off my mind
30 bands to my name, put it all on the line
Fuck a fair exchange, I gotta win or you dyin
Man I'm just tryin to get the
Most up out the streets
Leavin niggas smoked
Think it's a joke? Don't get out our way
We call this soft shit white, break it down
Bring it back to survive
It's a wrap if you ever cross the Jack
We just live from the trap
You and I know this slap
Though we in the mob we thank
God for everything we got
Remember the J-A
Cause I'm real and they fake
Went to go cop again but it
Ain't got the same taste
But, it's from the same place I
Said I want that old shit
Then pulled my gun from my waist
And if you pull that shit again I'll
Shoot you in your fuckin face
The bitch nigga swore to
Me ain't nothin changed
I could take a life and
Never have to touch you, man
Better make it right, I'll never trust again
Just make me bust a head
You better use your brain
Before you get found slain over fuckin 'caine
Step up, if you're dumb, and get slumped
With this drum
I got rich, with my nigs, in the hood
Where I'm from
You ain't cool, you a punk, and I kill
And you run
If you're real, you should come, to my hood
And get on
So we strapped everywhere we go
And bust choppers where we stay
I'm surprised we made it through
Hold up (hold up) hey i'm a (I'm a) hey
So what up (what up) hey
Here we come (here we come) hey
I got that Mob shit all the time
Can't get that crime shit off my mind
30 bands to my name, put it all on the line
Fuck a fair exchange, I gotta win or you dyin
Man I'm just tryin to get the
Most up out the streets
Leavin niggas smoked
Think it's a joke? Don't get out our way
We call this soft shit white, break it down
Bring it back to survive
It's a wrap if you ever cross the Jack
We just live from the trap
You and I know this slap
Though we in the mob we thank
God for everything we got
Remember the J-A
Cause I'm real and they fake
Went to go cop again but it
Ain't got the same taste
But, it's from the same place I
Said I want that old shit
Then pulled my gun from my waist
And if you pull that shit again I'll
Shoot you in your fuckin face
The bitch nigga swore to
Me ain't nothin changed
I could take a life and
Never have to touch you, man
Better make it right, I'll never trust again
Just make me bust a head
You better use your brain
Before you get found slain over fuckin 'caine
Step up, if you're dumb, and get slumped
With this drum
I got rich, with my nigs, in the hood
Where I'm from
You ain't cool, you a punk, and I kill
And you run
If you're real, you should come, to my hood
And get on