THE JACKA lyrics - Tear Gas

Storm

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[Jacka:] Killa on the road nigga (Riders on the storm) Nigga watch out nigga (Riders on the storm) The J-A nigga You know what Spit my life on this beat, live my life on the street Got the thugs on my team, keep the strap in my reach And I'm lovin' the lean, but don't fuck with the peach Optimo, hit the Sco, 60 box of the sweets Yea I'm fully aware, even if I look sleep I really live this shit, these squares wanna be me But you niggas is weak, and you scared to get doe I done did road trips with 50 bricks of that blow Gangsta's buy 'em from me, but'll kill for ya nig Cause keep it real as fuck is all I did That's all I know, smoke everyday 100 in my chop, cause we don't play Na we just kill, nigga where I stay Nigga where I live, hit a bank bare faced Just to feed our kid, got beef with the J Shoot my gun at your crib, and do a day at the block Never stop for the pigs, that's just how we rock (Riders on the storm) [Cormega:] I'm from the city that Big rep Where coke droughts, got niggas cryin' like Isaiah on the Knick's bench A closed mouth don't get fed A real man, will keep his mouth closed even with the feds Never sleep you get enough rest when you're dead Fuck a dream what you need is a good connect If it's pure or compressed you've been blessed In other words less complainin' more to stretch Thorough niggas ain't born we bred I'd rather be loved than feared I'm smooth 'til I'm on the edge I don't move unprepared What part you ain't understand Fuck around lay around, while I over stand The road to redemption I'm on a chosen path To greatness ain't nothin' gonna hold me back Niggas know where my zone is at I spit it how I live it this is cocaine rap, ugh (Riders on the storm) [Jacka:] Yea nigga, the Jack Hustlin' in the rain with my nigs pushin' cane Push my thang to your ribs nigga you know what this is Fuck the drought I'm the Jack, give me all the shit I'm goin' in, let's get it in, I'll kill again to feed my kids I gives a shit about a bitch up in the yay East Bay gangsta like that S-P-I-C-E who rock with men You can eat, I walk around with my heat But I'm cooler than a styrofoam cup full of lean If you know us if you don't you better scream mutha fucka Chrome 4-4 with the beam on the rubber Livin' nigga's dreams but a nigga had to suffer Ridin' through the storm I don't think I could recover

Itch or Scratch

MASTER P "Gameface"
(feat. Mac, Master P, Prime Suspect) [Master P] Niggaz, see this one here You see this one here Goes out to every soldierette and every soldier Cross the motherfuckin' board I don't give a fuck where you from It's how you come If you want the hook up, this how it's goin' down Prime Suspect, Fiend, and Mac Y'all gonna feel this [Chorus: X4] Niggaz get your scratch, bitches get your paper Soldiers live life to the fullest fo' they take ya P, I wasn't made for this world I'm in it like lifetimes before mine For sure, crime, ya made me Then grudgenly enslave me Yeah, ya paid me, but barely enough to meet my reach Took it from me, so all I got is Billboard reciepts To each, his own I thought my peace was with my chrome But is knowin' my homies souls, the rest are gone Hip is on, when my mama go to work for the early morn Rappin', but my extra muscle hustles for my unborn All alone, dealin' with some types of risk That nigga, Riley Smith, made murder, one hundred and fifth Now get this, how can I ease the pain And if you got the hook up, put your boy, feet in the game (Uhh!) [Chorus X2] So what you want soldier Close your eye, make a wish Nigga tryin' to come up, is like tryin' to drown a fish When the drama run up, nobody wanna enlist Sun down, sun up, we handle minds like this Soldier rag, in this what the fuck, lookin' and never shook Flip the wrong page on me, I'll close ya book Hold the po' for us, got the 5-0's to show for us Up in the backseat, we cuts loose, and up these handcuffs And spit, this for my nigga Meeks, still in the hood Told me to give him the hook up, shit ain't lookin' that good I lay my live down, pray, god judge my heart Forgive me for sins, I was only playin' my part I've been to war before, but survival is never for sure Will I make a million bucks, or will they bury me poor I never know, so I'm dessed up, when I walk the city streets To keep the heat, for peace I'm on the seat 21 at least nigga [Chorus X2] Will your scratch get snatched in a murder cap Nigga snake crack, watch they own back, and it ain't about rap We bring the noise, lost boys with no cause Slangin' toys, for the fact, we jack and kidnap, we wanted by the big boys Man I was born in this world of sin I played the cards I was given, ain't got a quarter so I'm stuck in it Ghetto livin' still find time to smile through it all Prayin' up to the good lord, humbley yours And it hurt, cause the ooze man is pure at heart Got the game from the start, hopin' it don't tear me apart Young black deliquent with a ghetto smile He want it, I want it, I ain't the only nigga on it Only nigga hungry A trooper tryin' to make it better For me and mine, within my time So when they take my lifeline, don't trip, I lived it to the fullest And made every kind of man feel glock wehn he pulled this [Chorus till end]

Tha Shiznit

SNOOP DOGG "Doggystyle"
[Verse One:] Poppin, stoppin, hoppin like a rabbit When I take the nina Ross ya know I gota ta have it I lay back in the cut retain myself Think about the shit, and I'm thinkin wealth How can I makes my grip And how should I make that nigga straight slip Set trip, gotta get him for his grip as i dip around the corner, now i'm on a-nother mission, wishin, upon a star Snoop Doggy Dogg with the caviar In the back of the limo no demo, this is the real Breakin niggaz down like Evander Holyfield, chill to the next Episode I make money, and I really don't love hoes Tell ya the truth, I swoop in the Coupe I used to sell loot, I used to shoot hoops But now I, make, hits, every single day With, that nigga, the diggy Dr. Dre So lay back in the cut, motherfucker 'fore you get shot It's 1-8-7 on a motherfuckin cop [Verse Two:] Boy it's gettin hot, yes indeed it is Snoop Dogg on the mic i'm about as crazy as Biz Markie, spark the, chronic bud real quick And let me get into some fly gangsta shit Yeah, I lay back, stay back in the cut Niggaz try to play the D-O-G like a mutt I got a little message, don't try to see Snoop I'm fin to fuck a bitch, what's her name it's Luke You tried to see me, on the TV, youse a B.G. D-O-double-G, yes I'ma O.G. You can't see my homey Dr. Dre So what the fuck a nigga like you gotta say Gotta take a trip to the MIA And serve your ass with a motherfuckin AK You, can't, see, the D-O-double-G, cuz that be me i'm servin um, swervin in the Coupe The Lexus, flexes, from Long Beach to Texas Sexist, hoes, they wanna get witht his Cuz Snoop Dogg is the shit, beeeitch! [Verse Three:] Ahhhh, I'm somewhat brain boggled So I look to the microphone and slowly start to wobble Grab it, have it, stick it to the plug It's Snoop, Doggy, I got a got a fat dub Sack of the chronic in my back pocket loc Need myself a lighter so I can't take a smoke I toke everyday, I loc everyday With the P-O-U-N-D and my nigga Dr. Dre Lay back in the cut, like I told your ass Gimme the microphone and let me hit you with a blast I got a little cousin by the name of Daz And bitches who fuck him, gimme the ass Cuz they know about the shit that we be goin through And they know about the shit that I be puttin up And they be knowin bout the shit I do when I'm on the mic Cause Snoop Dogg is Trump tight like a virgin, the surgeon Is Dr. Drizzay, so lizzay, and plizzay With D-O-double-Gizzay the fly human being seein No I'm not European bein all I can When I put the motherfuckin mic in my hand, and You don't understand when i'm kickin Cuz Snoop is on the mic and I gets wicked, follow me Listen to me, cuz I do you like you wanna be done Snoop Doggy Dogg on this three two one, umm Dum, diddy-dum here I come With the gat and the guitar was strung, I'm not that lunatic nigga who you thought I was When I caught you slippin, I'm gon catch you then I peel your cap Snapped back, relax Ya better not be slippin with them deez on the '83 Cadillac So we gonna smoke a ounce to this G's up hoes down while you motherfuckers bounce to this

Pull Out Ya Gutz

Illmatic
illmat!c: here comes the rula child back with the buddha style lyrically a plus in front of your eyes booyaka the drop topper soulshocker hardrocker verbal gunpopper all up in your block ah what the fuck ha! you never move in silence bringin' you the violence straight from greek islands your sound is gay fagott i don't play my style is john blaze and magic like hardaway i fade them all like jamal explode like nitro flow like a hydro muthafuckin' psyco don't touch that mic my cliques around i ride on pelham power holdin' it down i bring the ruff rugged burn mcs like a rocket raw i can't stop it moses luv it i write like the sun ain't shine so put your light on i got what you need nigga you gots to ride on chorus: here comes my bodyblow here comes the uppercuts i got the rhymes that make you pull out ya gutz j-luv: you might wanna diss me you might wanna talk but i will be the one that stalked you downand beat your ass nigga way down to the ground leave you layin' with no frown laughin' at you fuckin' clown so what you wanna do it's just me and you yeah! illmat!c: i bite your ass like a pitbull spit you faster than a pistol i kill any mc you try to run but i get you shittin' on you cuz you never understand the rhymes that i build bitch you need a shield or i beat you down like hollyfield don't mess don't test you fuckin' with the best i'm full of stress blastmaster like krs yes ready to battle hard like heavy metal in your zone so get your whack ass home i'm in your system in your brain with legendary wisdom control your body and your moves you better listen the kingpin swing like shaolin up in your town before you look around you'r six feet underground illmat!c: you know my team 3p clean up on the scene no dream microphone fiend still supreme lettin' off steam makin' cream the last crusader cut you with laser just like darth vader sweet like jada but i burn like the sunlyrical gun hit your face on the run son you wanna know why i flow over the trax it's simple i'm blessed baddest man on wax what's next i flex and you wanna know who's the realest fuck that i'm the illest you know what the deal is topbillers nuff succsess your time is up here comes my bodyblow here comes the uppercuts

C Land I.a.

BONE THUGS-N-HARMONY "The Collection, Vol. 2"
C Land I.A. Intro: We still from good old Cleveland I.A. (Blast away, fuck scrappin.) We still from good old Cleveland I.A. NNNNasty. (The original Thugs.) in madden where ya find me slanging me lello, daily, oh. Cleveland is the city where we come from, yeah. and Cleveland is the city where we com from. Chorus: We still from good old cleveland I.A. NNNNasty. Blast away, fuck scrapping. We still from good old cleveland I.A. NNNNasty. Blast away, fuck scrapping. We still from good old cleveland I.A. NNNNasty. Blast away, fuck scrapping. We still from good old cleveland I.A. NNNNasty. Blast away, fuck scrapping, fuck scrapping. Verse 1: Me and my Militent minded, thug ass, mutha fuckin niggas, ya bitch made motha fucka. Let my niggas be niggas. Figure mutiny on the bounty, ain't no scrutiny, you know how to call when you in the county, bitch. Gooney was half the craft, just one of my stoodies. You moody, ah? Where your loochey at? I know where that poochie's at, you boochie ass. Pretty boy, you was a fag, I think he fuckin a white boy. I'm a motor cycle. I was born to ride psycho. Baby, I'm even worse than before. Mom, can I call when I'm lost? In a coffin of hot sauce, finna fall in foe sho. Roach killas got money for thuggin niggas. He don't got no Doja, n sure enough, he don't got no scrilla,n sure enough, he don't got no scrilla, told ya. Helplessly claim that I shorted you out, voted you out, closed you out. Nigga, you know what this business about, (bout). Got my dick in your mouth. I got my dick in your mouth. Check it out. (chorus) Verse 2: These niggas better duck when I buck my tool. Nigga break yourself. Bitch, drop, don't move. Nonetheless Flesh must unfold (hot, hot) glock, drop, stalking gat fools. Ready to pap you if we have to. I do. Really dont know what's happenin. Stack go thuggin with the killas way back, rollin out, and our goal: to go triple platinum. Tease killas from off St. Claire, then all hell's fin to break loose. If you declare war, I declare war. Send in my troops, swoop through. In come nuclear warheads, slay. I'm sendin it yo, when I pull the trigga, missiles drop, then I make your body move. Dance hater. Y'all ain't ready n steady, thinkin you can fuck with the thugs. Oh damn, you niggas got tons of swords sharp like a double edged machetti. We rollin out heated heavily, 50 calibers and AK's. No love for the motha fuckin po-po. Kill em all and piss on they fucking graves. Cleveland, better beleive, we stay theivin, and every last evenin I'ma retreat, but proceed with ease, (leavin em). Cleveland up to they coatroom bleedin. Me n hustlas down for the money, murda, and mayhem. C Land I.A.,(I.A.). Where them heartless thugs bail through the wasteland. (chorus) Verse3: All this damn chronic, done got me out some hellified times. See, we be the honest, promise to bring the bomb shit. Blow you away. Put it on my thugs. Put it on my thugs, Yeah, Yeah. (chorus)

Intro (When Disaster Strikes)

BUSTA RHYMES "The Current State of Anarchy"
[Lord have Mercy] As we approach the current time frame of 1997.With approximately two and a half years before the year two thousand. Repeatedly it has been reported that there will be a time soon approaching. That major disaster will be striking, all levels of existence. It has also been reported that this disastrous thing will be approaching in the form of many, many as in squad, squad as in Flipmode squad. It has also been reported that everyone out of the many will strike, but this particular motherfucker will strike with an unmeasurable blast and fuck up everything within his 360o radius. Warning. Prepare yourselves. Store your food, stamp your paper, because when this motherfucker gets here, it's about to get real fucked for everyone and everything, everywhere!!!! [Dolomite] Well, Busta Rhymes. Come over here and let me talk to you son. See know. Dolomite just got back from some shit that you about to be it. Well are you prepared, I hope you are prepared nigga, cause you know this is album number two. Yes more bitches than before. There'll be more bitches, more and more and more. More thirsty niggas. Time to get inside your shit. Time to throw your whole chemistry off. Oh yes, there's gonna be a lot more money. Yes a lot more money than before. So son don't you worry about none of that shit. All you gotta do is just slap your dick in the mouth of these bitches that don't wanna act right, and put a hot one in any motherfucker that wants to get in the way of this powerful shit right here. Ok son, all right Busta enough of this shit talkin. Lets be on our way. Cause when disaster strikes there's gonna be a whole lot of motherfuckers pourin in. All right baby, lets go. [Spliff Star] Yo, yo, yo, yo, yo, yo. Ladies and Gentlemen. Straight from the motherfuckin street corner. Goin out to all you motherfuckers across the globe. On the return trip. It be the niggas. The niggas that live by the code of blood honor. My Flipmode niggas, ha. Spliff bring you that shit to another extreme. Her to hit you motherfuckers with a strike of disaster. I bring on to you once again. The eight wonder of the world. My nigga Busta Rhymes. And I be that nigga, that live nigga Spliff I Spliff comin through right at you were ever the fuck you at. Flipmode is da Squad comin through right at you were ever the fuck you at. [Busta Rhymes] A yo cut my shit off, get it off. A heh a heh, a heh heh. Here we go again motherfuckers. A heh, lets start this shit.

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