The Jacka - Sicilian Breeze lyrics
[The Jacka - Sicilian Breeze lyrics]
On resorts just relaxin'
Lookin' in the water while
The dolphins is passin'
Underneath, a long way from the streets
I slung yay with the beasts
I seen war turn to peace
Then right back into war
I never bought a gun out the store
But, I bought one at school
From a fool before
I got a 77 box sittin' on top 4s
Sittin' up real high, windows up real high
I got my 50 in my lap
Cuz' I don't trust no guy
I ain't into swine
But I'm into pushin' a line
All my young niggas see me
They stuck to the grind
Now matter how much I smoke
I keep seein' ghosts
Chop a zip then post, with spitters online
Most my niggas is blind
They don't see a nigga state
To state tryna shine
They say Fat Tone didn't kill Mac Dre
And Puffness don't shine
Look nigga, I'm just a crook nigga
I ran up in D-Boy's house and took skrilla
Like fuck you niggas, I need a vacation
When it comes to the streets
You have no relation
Yee, I be MIA, yeah MIA
Very front seat Heat game like I'm finna play
Coppin' whips
Buyin' shit nigga like I'm finna stay
I'm out a nigga house, niggas never been away
After Q, before Pac, now a 19 Glock
91, I seen killas with a curl on top
2-6 and Cuddy had the fiends on hop
Back then moms threw away her dreams for rock
We knockin' Too Short bein' seen in drops
Dougie Fresh keep risin'
Keep risin' to the top
Young Niggas soon to murder realize
I seen a lot make Salat in the night time
Knowledge is power
I'm in NYC standin' by what used to be towers
I used to be in Martinez bull pen for hours
Interrogation from the boys was
My quietest hour
I was right behind the gun blast
Rainin' lead showers
I used to be young, hang around cowards
Acting like gangstas tryna figure out
What my style was
That's too deep for you squares to comprehend
I'm on top of my game
On the run from the law again
Yee, I be MIA, yeah MIA
Very front seat Heat game like I'm finna play
Coppin' whips
Buyin' shit nigga like I'm finna stay
I'm out a nigga house, niggas never been away
You talkin' hella shit, look at me in my eyes
It's coo cuz' when I return somebody gon' die
Somebody gon' ride along side ya
And open fire i'm burnin' more trees than
The Oakland Hills Fire
Mothafucka I'm ice cream cold, I spit dry ice
Made it snow in the summer
Thank God for my supplier
Muder is for hire, make dealers retire
I hate dealin' with liars
Nigga you ain't lie to be rich
High school drop out that
Didn't win the lottery
I'm a dope MC, the world expect a lot from me
So I'ma hold it down
When my niggas ain't around
I'ma stand my ground
Like I'm the only one in town
I don't give a fuck
It's hard but I ain't givin' up
I can lose all I got, I'll still live it up
I still live in the slums, nigga dumb as fuck
I made a hundred thousand ones when
I was young as fuck
We made the world love The
Bay every place we went
We kept it lit, we really with the shit
I can teach you kicks, like Mr miyagi
Windows up
Smokin' tryna contemplate a robbery
Yee, I be MIA, yeah MIA
Very front seat Heat game like I'm finna play
Coppin' whips
Buyin' shit nigga like I'm finna stay
I'm out a nigga house, niggas never been away