The Jacka - This Life lyrics
[The Jacka - This Life lyrics]
If you can dream it you can be it
I once idolized a few guys I superseded
See life is mad trife
But 'fore my cypher get completed
I wanna flip a brick and take a trip to Egypt
Son I predict, I'ma be rich
See shit like enemies hit the Lex gleaming
Prestigous you vets schemin'
But scared death to try to bring it
Cuz' live niggas move in silence
But die screaming
My third eye seein' niggas manipulatin'
They wanna get you when you situated
My nickle plated made him kiss the pavement
Thoughts are written sacred
My niggas used to live in cages
And spittin' razors and rippin' faces
My dun on the run with mad different cases
Yet he out of state gettin' paper
Got a place in Jamaica next to Shaba
Where he can smoke acres of Ganja
Love this life and life is livin'
Knowin' we got you little young Gs listenin'
Love this life and life is livin'
Cormega got you young Gs listenin'
Love this life and life is livin'
Mob Figaz got you young Gs listenin'
Doin' time writin' rhymes in
Them damn cell blocks
Where niggas still push rocks
And niggas still push hop
Feelin' strange what it's like to have life
I rap about real life
You niggas roll with the hype
DJ Unique and Cormega in the
Zone off that light
Real thugs, on and off the mic
Do a show and make the crowd light
Straps in the sky make ya gang fight
Yeah it's The Jack in plain sight
I know you heard a lot about me
The invisible MC
Cuz' the feds is on my case
A lot of places I can't be
The Jack Artist, the nigga who rap hardest
You used to be my nig
Now I wonder where ya heart is
Release my magazine
In the streets I'm a marine
Fuck peace fuck dreams
Ain't no future for me
I'm on the run for murder
Could've been an ill MC
Now I'll never be heard of
I got the MOB on my sleeve cuz' I'm dedicated
You could've squeezed the trigger
Nigga but you hesitated
Tell my little bro I gotta cut
But I don't wanna leave
He won't understand when I get
Back he won't remember me
Just the fact he kin to me
He probably turn thug
Tell em' never test drugs
Tell em' never touch guns
I know my moms worry and pray for her son
But, I wonder if she realize
That Allah is One i love her like no other
Gotta go here they come
Love this life and life is livin'
Knowin' we got you little young Gs listenin'
Love this life and life is livin'
Cormega got you young Gs listenin'
Love this life and life is livin'
Mob Figaz got you young Gs listenin'
Nigga I rock the grill with the chills on me
Slight ice
Niggas they wanna drop some bills on me
And stop life, but cash cock back
Break you for your jewels and
Make you drop that life on a rollercoaster
So I push the hop black
I brag about a pistol
Then bet it's a automatic
Word I swerve through the traffic
Like The Dukes of Hazard
Me and Jacka, off bastards while gas packin'
So much dough
Fuck off a hun and buy the jag with
The 20s on it
Plus the tints to match the paint
I puff before the show
Blow a whole ounce of dank
Cuz' I'm feddy-cheese
Splurgin' workin' with a couple Gs
C-A-$-H, yes indeed nigga
How ya be, how ya moms be, how ya sister be
Heard you makin' history, that's a victory
Out in Richmond I rally I'm makin' it
This nigga hittin' skins in the
Valley and got new friends
I once idolized a few guys I superseded
See life is mad trife
But 'fore my cypher get completed
I wanna flip a brick and take a trip to Egypt
Son I predict, I'ma be rich
See shit like enemies hit the Lex gleaming
Prestigous you vets schemin'
But scared death to try to bring it
Cuz' live niggas move in silence
But die screaming
My third eye seein' niggas manipulatin'
They wanna get you when you situated
My nickle plated made him kiss the pavement
Thoughts are written sacred
My niggas used to live in cages
And spittin' razors and rippin' faces
My dun on the run with mad different cases
Yet he out of state gettin' paper
Got a place in Jamaica next to Shaba
Where he can smoke acres of Ganja
Love this life and life is livin'
Knowin' we got you little young Gs listenin'
Love this life and life is livin'
Cormega got you young Gs listenin'
Love this life and life is livin'
Mob Figaz got you young Gs listenin'
Doin' time writin' rhymes in
Them damn cell blocks
Where niggas still push rocks
And niggas still push hop
Feelin' strange what it's like to have life
I rap about real life
You niggas roll with the hype
DJ Unique and Cormega in the
Zone off that light
Real thugs, on and off the mic
Do a show and make the crowd light
Straps in the sky make ya gang fight
Yeah it's The Jack in plain sight
I know you heard a lot about me
The invisible MC
Cuz' the feds is on my case
A lot of places I can't be
The Jack Artist, the nigga who rap hardest
You used to be my nig
Now I wonder where ya heart is
Release my magazine
In the streets I'm a marine
Fuck peace fuck dreams
Ain't no future for me
I'm on the run for murder
Could've been an ill MC
Now I'll never be heard of
I got the MOB on my sleeve cuz' I'm dedicated
You could've squeezed the trigger
Nigga but you hesitated
Tell my little bro I gotta cut
But I don't wanna leave
He won't understand when I get
Back he won't remember me
Just the fact he kin to me
He probably turn thug
Tell em' never test drugs
Tell em' never touch guns
I know my moms worry and pray for her son
But, I wonder if she realize
That Allah is One i love her like no other
Gotta go here they come
Love this life and life is livin'
Knowin' we got you little young Gs listenin'
Love this life and life is livin'
Cormega got you young Gs listenin'
Love this life and life is livin'
Mob Figaz got you young Gs listenin'
Nigga I rock the grill with the chills on me
Slight ice
Niggas they wanna drop some bills on me
And stop life, but cash cock back
Break you for your jewels and
Make you drop that life on a rollercoaster
So I push the hop black
I brag about a pistol
Then bet it's a automatic
Word I swerve through the traffic
Like The Dukes of Hazard
Me and Jacka, off bastards while gas packin'
So much dough
Fuck off a hun and buy the jag with
The 20s on it
Plus the tints to match the paint
I puff before the show
Blow a whole ounce of dank
Cuz' I'm feddy-cheese
Splurgin' workin' with a couple Gs
C-A-$-H, yes indeed nigga
How ya be, how ya moms be, how ya sister be
Heard you makin' history, that's a victory
Out in Richmond I rally I'm makin' it
This nigga hittin' skins in the
Valley and got new friends