Jackin’ 4 Joints lyrics

(Brotha Lynch Hung)
Roll me a motherf*cking joint
Check my gat n*gga get my point cuz I jack
Roll on foos like vice and my nine milla meter ain't nathan nice
I start jacking for blunts a black jacket and once I get dank
Im sending n*ggas blood to the blood bank
You better hook me up proper
Or die from my loaded heart stopper
Like nut smoking up blunt for blunt
And one time you can take me if you check me if you want
Cuz soon as I get my dank
You know it ain't 10 minutes later for I'm planning my next gank
And even if your down with my crew
(conversation)
(yo shut up man I don't understand this man, yo you get this motherf*cka, I
Jack him too)
So hook it up Mo Green
You know its that gat pressing up against your motherf*cking spleen
Gimmie all that green bud or you'll be kicking up dust off the motherf*cking
Rug
Straight jacking off to the next n*gga
All day you better have innate triggers
I don't play n*gga so give it up real sh*t
I got the same old nine that I blasted old Mo Green with foo
Break yourself smooth
Gimmie all that mexican sesh and don't stress
I got this sh*t handled
Put about 10 of them sacks on a motherf*cking panel
And I'm out the back door
Triple Six next victim cuz fool I need a 4-O
Im might be kinda difficult
But Ima need me a 12 guage and a trench coat
Pull a Ruger at the door
Triple Six in the room with some vannah on armed in the coat
Tell everybody don't move I'm fiendish
Hit the ice box for the Olde English
Didn't have to use my gun
Now I'm off to Greenhaven I pop 8 3 1 n*gga
Jackpot ounce to the bounce
Snatch 2 ounces then I bounce
And Lynch can't fake it
On the way out I saw the keys to the jeep
I might as well take it
n*gga kept breaking next n*gga MC Hyst
Foo start tripping so I put out the lights pop pop
Took about 6 for him
Now I'm back to the motherf*cking duece while they look for me
Im in the creek getting budded and drunk
A n*gga hiting homeless with the dank
And I could feel them n*ggas that I just ganked
Coming up so I grab the gat n*gga
To my head shawnte' on the trigger
Better do it before I send ya home
Pop pop pop pop chrome to the dome
(Shawna Coyle)
sh*t I really shot that motherf*cka