The Jacka, Husalah, Ampichino - Higher Plane lyrics
[The Jacka, Husalah, Ampichino - Higher Plane lyrics]
Ay Jack i know they know
I know amp
They can try all they want baby
This beat singing like a choppa full of lead
Sound like a opera when they
Whizzing pass your head
Pum wonder where is the symphonette
Pushed up in a cell gut him with the bayonet
I do that shit for real my
Nigga I ain't just saying that
We really been through hell this
That devilz shit again
Drum on a AA-12 finna shovel shit again
Nobody in the world can fuck with Jack
Put up your jewels and your
Girl cause I'm fucking back
Cause you fronting on the goons
Where it's nothing at how the fuck you not a
Goon and you the connect
That don't make sense down to my last legs
No more Act it's just Hi Tech
Gun down your whole set
No star, know DR, this shit timeless
I need everything thats why they
Call it a Jack and nigga don't play dumb
Boy you smarter than that
The strap went bang
I swear to god you won't feel a thing
Your soul levitate from your body
To a higher plane
I'm looking at coke through designer frames
Never come up short
On the mob never breathe again
You took an oath to never breathe a name
Ain't no way out
You gotta die if you wanna leave the game
Everybody gone, the streets so dry
Feeling all alone, mom please, don't cry
You used to get high trying to ease your mind
I remember holding your
Hand screaming 'please, don't die'
But she died on me the same night
There's just some things in
Life you can't fight
Niggas from the hood never die old
I'm staring at this world through a blindfold
This ain't about money or about Benz's
I'd sacrifice my life to
Bring my friends back the hearts of men
Painting life through an ink pen
I'd give anything to be happy for a weekend
I saw my nigga at the mall
The next place I saw him he
Was laying in the morgue
But, your people will cry in the morning
About to say, my Ahki the Jack he
Gave me my Shahda
Exec produced the Jack artist
But, I didn't want the credit
You go to heaven for the climate
And hell for the company
Inshallah, so many muslims converted now
They came up to me, said 'We on our deen'
So I said 'Alhamduillah'
And most of them was mean
That mean devout in every sense of the word
Didn't think from
His first rap name was Ouiny Mack
And he was the Young Boul
We never thought we would continue from
Continuation High school
I know amp
They can try all they want baby
This beat singing like a choppa full of lead
Sound like a opera when they
Whizzing pass your head
Pum wonder where is the symphonette
Pushed up in a cell gut him with the bayonet
I do that shit for real my
Nigga I ain't just saying that
We really been through hell this
That devilz shit again
Drum on a AA-12 finna shovel shit again
Nobody in the world can fuck with Jack
Put up your jewels and your
Girl cause I'm fucking back
Cause you fronting on the goons
Where it's nothing at how the fuck you not a
Goon and you the connect
That don't make sense down to my last legs
No more Act it's just Hi Tech
Gun down your whole set
No star, know DR, this shit timeless
I need everything thats why they
Call it a Jack and nigga don't play dumb
Boy you smarter than that
The strap went bang
I swear to god you won't feel a thing
Your soul levitate from your body
To a higher plane
I'm looking at coke through designer frames
Never come up short
On the mob never breathe again
You took an oath to never breathe a name
Ain't no way out
You gotta die if you wanna leave the game
Everybody gone, the streets so dry
Feeling all alone, mom please, don't cry
You used to get high trying to ease your mind
I remember holding your
Hand screaming 'please, don't die'
But she died on me the same night
There's just some things in
Life you can't fight
Niggas from the hood never die old
I'm staring at this world through a blindfold
This ain't about money or about Benz's
I'd sacrifice my life to
Bring my friends back the hearts of men
Painting life through an ink pen
I'd give anything to be happy for a weekend
I saw my nigga at the mall
The next place I saw him he
Was laying in the morgue
But, your people will cry in the morning
About to say, my Ahki the Jack he
Gave me my Shahda
Exec produced the Jack artist
But, I didn't want the credit
You go to heaven for the climate
And hell for the company
Inshallah, so many muslims converted now
They came up to me, said 'We on our deen'
So I said 'Alhamduillah'
And most of them was mean
That mean devout in every sense of the word
Didn't think from
His first rap name was Ouiny Mack
And he was the Young Boul
We never thought we would continue from
Continuation High school