The Jacka, Blahk Jesus - I'm Leaving lyrics
[The Jacka, Blahk Jesus - I'm Leaving lyrics]
They always say you have heart you
Have money over anythin' else
Some of my best friends is heavers
They'll take your breath
As I march through the valley in
This shadow of the death
Wonderin' why I'm standin' right
Here by myself
Glock 40 with the 30 close to my hip
Louis Vuitton bag full of them ruffles
No 'tato chips nigga
Though I miss my nigga Tato Chip nigga
Kill one of you pussies that hang
Out on my strip nigga
Bang, gun language we still talkin'
Who knew your next step you'd
Be in the coffin my Backwood full of Kush
Cause i'm still coughin'
Murder anythin' that come close
Or even cross us
4 officers down and the suspect is dead
It is a grizzly scene on the
Streets of East Oakland today
These are live Sky 7 HD pictures of the scene
Where police entered the apartment around
1 o'clock this afternoon
It happened in 7600 block of
MacArthur Boulevard near 74th Avenue
And ABC's 7 Leslie Brinkley is
Close-by but is very late
Niggas say they want the line but
Really they don't need to know
Cop from the connect and tie him
Up like an even score
Never heard of me before? Numb
Cause I'm breathin' snow
My niggas in the back paranoid
Cause they breathin' dro
Never been to school in they life
They need me to grow
Mob shit, militant now but was a beast before
Streets full of ex-coke dealers who
Didn't reach they goal mean streets
Iron in his jeans before he leaves his home
He say he love us but he'll
Leave again once he gets on
To another hood to mislead the
Youth with his evil tone
Over the money look what we've become
My only wish is to free my
Niggas and flee the slums
Jewels go over your head cause
I've intrigued with drums
Nixon make him lock his door
Now they need our songs
Yeah, the same way the fiends need a stone
I'm not braggin' on my cards
Allah forgive us all
Have money over anythin' else
Some of my best friends is heavers
They'll take your breath
As I march through the valley in
This shadow of the death
Wonderin' why I'm standin' right
Here by myself
Glock 40 with the 30 close to my hip
Louis Vuitton bag full of them ruffles
No 'tato chips nigga
Though I miss my nigga Tato Chip nigga
Kill one of you pussies that hang
Out on my strip nigga
Bang, gun language we still talkin'
Who knew your next step you'd
Be in the coffin my Backwood full of Kush
Cause i'm still coughin'
Murder anythin' that come close
Or even cross us
4 officers down and the suspect is dead
It is a grizzly scene on the
Streets of East Oakland today
These are live Sky 7 HD pictures of the scene
Where police entered the apartment around
1 o'clock this afternoon
It happened in 7600 block of
MacArthur Boulevard near 74th Avenue
And ABC's 7 Leslie Brinkley is
Close-by but is very late
Niggas say they want the line but
Really they don't need to know
Cop from the connect and tie him
Up like an even score
Never heard of me before? Numb
Cause I'm breathin' snow
My niggas in the back paranoid
Cause they breathin' dro
Never been to school in they life
They need me to grow
Mob shit, militant now but was a beast before
Streets full of ex-coke dealers who
Didn't reach they goal mean streets
Iron in his jeans before he leaves his home
He say he love us but he'll
Leave again once he gets on
To another hood to mislead the
Youth with his evil tone
Over the money look what we've become
My only wish is to free my
Niggas and flee the slums
Jewels go over your head cause
I've intrigued with drums
Nixon make him lock his door
Now they need our songs
Yeah, the same way the fiends need a stone
I'm not braggin' on my cards
Allah forgive us all