Jack One lyrics

by

Juicy J


[Hook]
Jack one, smack one, run off wit ya sack son
Anybody wit' the loot, give it up or I'mma shoot

[Verse 1]
Fourty in my hand, but n*gga I check one
Slap one, tote the f*cking head to the fat one
Been about that ask me about me, n*gga ain't no f*cking joke
n*gga play with me then upper his ass and go
I don't give a f*ck about a charge n*gga know that
Paranoid street goon n*gga and I show that
Chopper bullets raining on your ass, where yo dough at?
Tie that b*tch down lay you face ,where the floor at
Cap on dawg I'mma burn me a n*gga today
Fool 'bout my money, I don't mind catching a f*cking case
Get down like the [mob?], in my hood they raised me
n*ggas start a problem then that n*gga gotta pay me

[Hook]

[Verse 2]
Who want war with a n*gga like me?
I done time been a beast in these streets
I done crime n*gga you can ask the streets
n*gga I ain't lyin', I was raised in the streets
I do your ass mad don't be f*cking 'round me
Call my goons from the Chi, watch 'em fly to Tennessee
And we'll kill every snitch we think will testify
And see how many motherf*ckers wanna test me now
Hand on the trigger and n*gga I do it
Dawg, I don't give a f*ck, it ain't nothing to it
Robbery my specialty, pockets full for a thug
I rob by myself, 'cause I don't trust none
[Hook]
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