The Jacka Da Underworld

I control the yay but I can’t control the day carry ya soul away when u cross the jack

Your soul u’ll have to pay I control the K (AK-47) u want to control the bay but we not listenin

We can’t hear u when u whisperin speak louder uz a coward u ain’t out here nigga

We been out since the winter we’ll be here when it returns in the hood all the time that’s

A place u not concerned mayne we had it with u & ya career when u come back homie

We won’t be here where did u go seems like forever since u been gone hop in my super coop

All I did was shoot the truth all my life real nigga misled youth I was breezing thru believed in u all my life

Saprano wata is there a heaven for a mobster prolly natta so nigga stand back

And watcha killa knockin chopper straight into the cop car standin by allah with the nation of islam

Mix alot with are guns keep a hunid in the drum niggas stranded in the slums

It ain’t never been easy

For me it jus been crazy

Look wat the world gave me

But it will never break me

Da underworld outside ya home

That’s where I came up on my own

This wat I’m dealin with all the time

This where a nigga fell in love with crime

That’s place ain’t never been easy

For me it jus been crazy

All I’m doin is getting rich ride thru mob figaz cause my momma still smoke & knock cigarettes nigga

My niggaz blind as a bat & I’m livin it with cha the crime was bigger than our city

I committed it with cha mu-ham-a-dallah man the angels come kiss us glow jus left us

Man I swear I miss her derek jus left us man I swear I miss him nigga

Angel stuck in prison and swear I miss him used to gettin paid tinted and exported black

All he ever gave his niggaz was guns, cornerz & crack the street designed u

But assigned a trap so read between the lines erase ya crime & ya gap

So scrape the gun off the wall with the strap

It ain’t never been easy

For me it jus been crazy

Look wat the world gave me

But it will never break me

Da underworld outside ya home

That’s where I came up on my own

This wat I’m dealin with all the time

This where a nigga fell in love with crime

That’s place ain’t never been easy

For me it jus been crazy

For the last two weeks it been crazy my cuddy hus locked up I’m to the neck

It kind of mainey me but like jack say I can’t let it break me so I’m solo when that SL

Y ya girl wanna date me I move dumb ass moves so these suckas wanna hate me

At the same time I’m with yo girl she want to rape me but lately I’m seein how light

It showin different signs how u handle the road cuty the choice is mines

So I’m prayin on the daily puttin in his hands cause all this crime & this war is all part his plans

R.I.P MD & free Hus all my real niggaz stand up it’s all on us

It ain’t never been easy

For me it jus been crazy

Look wat the world gave me

But it will never break me

Da underworld outside ya home

That’s where I came up on my own

This wat I’m dealin with all the time

This where a nigga fell in love with crime

That’s place ain’t never been easy

For me it jus been crazy

The Jacka California Gangsta

[The Jacka:]

13th and main nestram village.

Got beef with a nigga don’t speak just kill him.

Got G’s in my ceiling incase I need a lawyer nigga to get me through the storm I made it through on my own.

I’m feelin without trees I be illin is what my nigga say.

How could I keep the kush away?

It’s the best shit on the planet.

Cultivate the seeds before I plant it.

I’m cultured by the G’s who understand it.

Most can’t understand me; my conversation needs overstanding.

I know sometimes I seem too demanding

Moms raised a killer up

Coulda been a scholar, but college wasn’t in my blood so I’m mobbin with the thugs.

In and out the fucken joint gotta find another joint. Soon as I touch down the boys

Raided the spot. Shit is fucked now. Get a job? I don’t know how. I can’t take orders.

I just know how. To take over blocks with sacks of quarters I guess my connect

Is the closest one to the border.

[Chorus: Fed X]

I tried to help ya with the business so we all blow up.

I tried to help you with the money I do it all for us.

See I was right there by your side while we was livin’ it up

Hustlin hard blowin birds buying anything we wanted.

[Fed X:]

I tried to help him I will shoot him for him he’s like my family

But helpin niggas across you get you caught up in the wammy.

Now the guns is pointed at me I was surprised as fuck, but

Them soldiers that he’s trustin is under my umbrella

I once was a drug dealer, but I moved on up I put the niggas in the game

Showed them the walk and the talk and how to make the money rain

I was givin em raw I flew birds in the rain just to get that gwap and

Now them shootin me is like you shootin your mama your whole house into drama

You couldn’t believe it. You tried to switch it up, but you couldn’t achieve it.

Get you buried in the dirt for bitin the hands that feeds you and I was tryin

To help, but you wanted my wealth. I even bailed you outta jail and it’s so hard

To tell, but some niggas be snakes they wanna put you in the grave.

Six feet deep tryin to bury your name.

[Chorus: Fed X]

I tried to help ya with the business so we can all blow up.

I tried to help you with the money I do it all for us.

See I was right there by your side when we was livin’ it up

Hustlin hard blowin birds buying anything we wanted.

The Jacka Go Cop Whatever

[Verse 1:]

Verse one first there’s not a safety on my gun

For the safety of my daughter and my son

Who gotta father on the run

Still hustlin

Gotta leave em with something

Still young and thuggin

Bustin hammers after a function

Get that shit on camera

Na dudes we gon be stuntin

The boys come and roll da window up

Act like nutin

We from the bay A R E A nigga

We got straps smokin fat so don’t roll with us

If you scared of the high speed

Or the ice streets

So cold you need minks

Racin niggas for pinks

Watching tv seein AP gettin tatted on ink

Who told me never sleep

Matter fact never blink

I’m always in to my neck but I never sink

At the burl like young furl rest in peace

That’s the nigga get yo scrill

Cause you are the streets

Ya feel?

[Hook:]

Got weed coke hop whateva

It’s the game where crooks come together

Get rich and go cop whateva

It’s the shit but don’t cross me neva [x2]

[Verse 2:]

I don’t think you like hanging round me

I smoke too much

Ain’t scared to buss

I jus poured the four in my cup

All the hoes just trying to get fucked

Seven trey cuts sittin way up

I buss the scale then weigh it up

Park in the cuts wait on jugs

Wait for cause then wait on hus

After that my day is up

All day I’m with da shit

Cranberry drippin off my whip

Hit the liquor store for a fifth

99 cent bag of chips

P black drippin off that six

Black g5 26 inch

Rims under that bitch

Sometimes I wonder why we rich

And I pop bottles on the strip

Smoking purp no matter what

40 cals that knock out chunks

Let my young niggas knock out chumps

Ya them yung niggas knock out fronts

And I’m standing there smokin blunts

Could’ve stopped but fuck you punks

[Hook]

The Jacka Barney

[Jacka talking]

Feelin’ the pain baby

You know what I’m sayin’?

You want some of that pain

Super Silver haze

Some of that purple stuff

Purple boy

[Jacka]

Smokin’ a stick of that Barney

But not the purple dinosaur

That shit that niggaz dyin’ for

Shit my niggaz ridin’ on

Sav wit the windows up

See the smoke pour out

Soon as I open the door

Soon as I go to the store

Voices like “Whoa! Who got it?”

“You know who got it nigga.”

Summertime comin’ up

Can’t breathe without it

Bring the Hpnotiq

Bring the heam

Mix that shit that turn green

Now break down the purple

It’s softly rough

Milwaukee Bucks

I’m from the place where they grow that stuff

You got your girl in the clutch

Just give me a light

I’ll take that bitch

If she ain’t give me head all night

[Chorus x2]

Sellin’ dope is cool

But rap is on my mind

It’s hard to do them both

And get my bread at the same time

High as fuck off purple

Man I’m out my mind

Gotta grab my strap

Boy it’s time to do some more crime

[Jacka]

And all my hoes say

“Jack, you’re my soul inspiration”

Even though your soul crack across the nation”

Caught the cases kept me quiet like meditation

I say “baby I’m just really wastin’

A lot of breath on you for the sport

You think I’m nice but that’s really not me

I live the that you never gon’ see

Niggaz fight, they don’t war like me

It’s the last of my kind

There’s no more like me

Trynna make it on the street

Is like swimmin’ through the sea

Trynna make it to the other side of life”

My young nigga say he tired of life

And now realize he addicted to the white

Got sucked up by the war

Trynna make things right, right

He said [echoes]

“It’s rainin’ outside and the difference between

Us is a white bus wit cages inside

When I come home

Still face the cop cars wit gauges inside

Yo on the real it’s yo rap is what kept me alive”

[Chorus x2]

[Jacka]

He said [echoes]

“How could I change I don’t know shit

War on the streets niggaz trippin’ over old shit

Fuck it make the coke flip

I’m a drug dealer but my father is a cold pimp

It look good but ain’t cool like cold shrimp”

Back in the bay Allah who Akbar didn’t understand what he meant

Didn’t force it on me for that

He and my closest homie

All my dean I’m in the life of crime

Allah is always on my mind

All the filth, all the crime

I see straight through it

There the hood go

Let’s scrape through it

Gotta be a real nigga just to make music where I’m from nigga

Sellin’ dope is cool

But rap is on my mind

Sellin’ dope is cool

But rap is on my mind

It’s hard to do them both

And get my bread at the same time

It’s hard to do them both

And get my bread at the same time

[Chorus x2]

The Jacka Love How It Feels

[Jacka]

Let’s go

I come through bitch

With my muthafuckin’ niggs

And I couldn’t give a fuck

By how you hoes feel

Dip through with the steel

All in a bitch’s face

Put my sticker on her ass

Tell her let a nigga pass

At the summer jam

With my backstage pass

Bought ’em from the base

So we thuggin’ on the grass

Watchin’ time pass

Cuz I’m waitin’ on the real shit

Performin’ at the after party

Sold when you see a mix

Scream real loud bitch

Like your real proud

A G got tossed in the crowd

Then I got lost in the cloud

In the Benz

With my nigga Twin

Honkin’ at her and her friends

Watchin’ her, watch the rims

I bet they wanna hop in

Even though they on dubs

Too love what a thug do

I know you got your bread right

Let’s see if your head right

In the traffic in the middle of the night

[Chorus x4]

Do you love what you feel

In love with you

[Husalah]

Real gangsta

Yo, uh, yo

Real gangstas everywhere

Smokin’ rope in the alley

Just don’t care

Swangin’ eights in the alley

The Hus long here

All the hoes on my dick

I got to be there

But I’d rather hang out

And hustle all year

Cuz the paper don’t stop

The block is on pop

It’s the dope game, cocaine

Locced out to the brain

Give shit ’bout a bitch

Silly with the chop man

I’d rather hang

Wit my niggas on the drug spot

Don’t talk on a snitch when his gun pop

1 double O duece 3

Niggas gettin’ packed in a row ‘fo deep

Movin’ on Fourth Street

Yeah ho, check out my shit

I couldn’t give a shit about

A shitty haired bitch

Tossed up, purssed slut

Tryin’ to get rich

Slide my shit down a [?] and burned

Gone on a bitch

Gettin’ dope-fiend dumb

Nigga gone off this shit

And I don’t pop pills

I pop niggas with the clip

You faggot ass nigga

What are you smokin’?

I know to dip hard

To the knock I’m yokin’

Like what

All my murder dub niggs in Oakland

And my Hunter’s Point hustlas

Keep the chapper smokin’

Gave a kid up out my low-life, gangsta, hustlas

All you child ass turkey

I don’t fuck wit suckas

Havin’ fun like it’s ’81

The hoes love the way

My perm hang in the sun

I’m outtie 5 G

[Chorus x4]

[Jacka]

What up bitch, yeah that’s me

You a model from L.A.

But you couldn’t believe

All the shit that you seen

When you came to my house

Thought it was a hard cock

Till you seen it float out

Rob sittin’ on the leather couch

Lookin’ like Bob

Smokin’ more than a ounce

Close the door

Took a trip upstairs

Got sucked on the floor

Then I called her a whore

And I spend way more

Than your pops can afford

So get the fuck out for real

You punk bitch

And I ain’t nothin’ like

Any of the niggas you fuck wit

Just ask Boo James

That’s my DJ, he’ll tell ya

Ain’t nothin’ worse than a failure

So get your shit together

Punk niggas tryin’ to send ’em

And see what’s in ’em

And every love that I drop

On a chick is venom

I got bitches that suck way more

Than them bitches that suck the floor on your tank

That’s so real

I better paint a picture in your brain

You must be lame if you can’t [echoes out]

[Chorus x4]

The Jacka Callin’ My Name

[Intro: Mistah F.A.B]

This song goes out to all the hustlas out there

Trying to leave the game you know

It keep callin they name

[Verse 1: Mistah F.A.B]

When I wake up in the morning you know what I see?

The world is the ghetto smoking on ” D” my lil cuzzin thirteen strung out on “E”

Can’t blame him his mamma on “C”

Uh O-K-E 27 but she look like a old lady grind grind fuck working at old navy

Rather slang girl and make the world go crazy

Who am I? mayne ain’t no betta just a yung nigga lost tryna get this chedda

Starring out the window wishing on a shooting star

Tryna get dumb money go and buy a stupid car

Pray to lord trying to heal my flaws hollin to the heavens hope he hear my calls

Wana leave the game but I’m stuck and I’m trapped so I call on my nigga jack

[Chorus:]

Trying to leave the game but it keeps calling my name

[Verse 2: The Jacka]

This rap shit will have you on a hole 300 kick a black nigga down a hole like 300

Twist an 8th in the backwood boy and breathe on it down to ma list key

Bout to copp a quarter kick all the real niggas see I’m still out there

They like he rappin but I’m trappin I’m a real nightmare

White tee’s blue jeans nikes all I wear lost a nigga to a gunshot I’ve been there

Killed a nigga for a small amount life ain’t fair coke white leather seats

40 glock under there catch a sucka in a traffic and I’m aiming at his head

Ran back to the game became a millionaire hit a lick on my connect

I got so much shit for sale I’m on my nigga nextel bout to take the streets back

Rainbow fish scale coke feel is all I know Islam help me let It go when times get hard

It’s the game that I’m running to many nigga dies from the “D” that runnin though

What would the profit do so I maksallah got the world in my palms

Something about the streets got my heart and my mind

Up with beasts fuck school I’m on the grind got slapp in the benz

My nigg let’s ride around fresh out the lab with the new shit nigga check out the sounds

[Verse 3: Mistah F.A.B]

Man I’m riddin gettin tacked pro-meth in ma cup chain in my stomach

Strapped near the gut paranoid can’t lie been throught it all

Still here another year yea I made it dawg trying to get further without getting murdered

Moms words brought me ain’t trying to disturb her

I got a good girl but I really don’t deserve her cause I’m out here doing shit that’s unheard of

Trying to do right but wrongs so easy lied soo much when I’m right she don’t believe me

Gotta stay strapped niggaz jack for the bling

So I ride with the jack cause he stay on his thing

Giving me game so I could survive in this game he said he trying to leave but it keeps

Callin his name looked him in the eye

And said “bruh it do the same shits fucking with my brain I need a change”

[Chorus: x2]

Trying to leave the game but it keeps calling my name

The Jacka Glamorous Lifestyle

[Chorus:]

I know you see me right here everytime you drive by.

But truth to admit you don’t ever ask why.

You know I got paper cus I’m a D-Boy.

You my B-Girl, glamorous lifestyle.

Rocks on the wrist big things nice car.

You wana live life with a rich rockstar.

Everybody know us, everybody know ya’ll.

I think I’m a a rush so I probly never call.

[Verse 1: The Jacka]

Why you tryna front girl you know you ain’t ready

I be in the hood everyday with my family

We the mafia similar gone get me

I’m a animal miss my close don’t fit me

Hangin on my ave when we pull up in the bentley

Nobody ever laugh girl we always leanin nigga

All I ever wanted was to see what was in yah

I’m the Jack ice cold Mack from The Figgas

Lock N tha county share my cell with a killa

All he ever said to jack I neva heard a nigga realah fat sherm

To the fo’ XIV gorillaz all my niggas doin life do what I can to my life betta

[Chorus:]

I know you see me right here everytime you drive by.

But truth to admit you don’t ever ask why.

You know I got paper cus I’m a D-Boy.

You my B-Girl, glamorous lifestyle.

Rocks on the wrist big things nice car.

You wana live life with a rich rockstar.

Everybody know us, everybody know ya’ll.

I think I’m a a rush so I probly never call.

[Verse 2: The Jacka]

You know you love The Jacka.

I’m right here boutta dipp out in my six fitt gear

Tear tree smoke and them tens on there

Tryna find the Hus nigga all white pair

Buy the gucci Loafers you’ll never know where

Go buy ma new shit hop in the chair

Some tell a mutha fucka how it ain’t fair

Never seen ma colorr before all my shoes rare

You can hit the mall but you’ll never find uhm there no

Boy you know the jump off yeah? yeah

Bought to make it pop off dough tho

This box thing is all I know.Know

[Chorus:]

I know you see me right here everytime you drive by.

But truth to admit you don’t ever ask why.

You know I got paper cus I’m a D-Boy.

You my B-Girl, glamorous lifestyle.

Rocks on the wrist big things nice car.

You wana live life with a rich rockstar.

Everybody know us, everybody know ya’ll.

I think I’m a a rush so I probly never call.

[Verse 3: Andre Nikatina]

My lifestyle baybee lika a S500.

Gather up yo friends jump in and I’m a gun it.

Then give me 10 minutes and mah glock talk hit yah.

Andre Nickatina in yo camera phone picture.

I watch how the wheels rotate, Break down a 8th .

The color of ma sneaker is the color of my face.

I wear my wife beater like a banga .

My rapstyle freak got one up in the chamba.

[Chorus:]

I know you see me right here everytime you drive by.

But truth to admit you don’t ever ask why.

You know I got paper cus I’m a D-Boy.

You my B-Girl, glamorous lifestyle.

Rocks on the wrist big things nice car.

You wana live life with a rich rockstar.

Everybody know us, everybody know ya’ll.

I think I’m a a rush so I probly never call.

[musical]

[Chorus: x2]

You know I got paper cus I’m a D-Boy

Rocks on the wrist big dreams nice cars

You know I paper cus I a D-Boy

The Jacka When I Step Threw The Door

[Verse 1:]

Catch me in a H3

same place the grapes be

same place they laced me

in a cold war boy

cant excape to safety

the first time I squeezed a trigga

cause a nigga made me

second time I was out my mind man

gotta prove I’m [?]

set outside on the grind

even though its rainin

think about back in the day to the AM

niggas wanna be me

sprayin niggaz like grafitti

niggas send they guanas on the move cause they scared to meet me

the game ain’t fair yeah I used to let it cheat me

but never beat me

remember willy mack and young zeeky?

[?] James and [?] dog yeah they still wit me

That’s why I roll with Fed Ex and Hosalazzi

flights all over the world I pay for everybody

been havin Ks in the house since I stayed with mommy

kicked out the house found a kick in the couch

starin at the world through my rearview

thinkin bout what I’ve been through

[Jacka: Talking]

yeah you know, just a lot of shit man..lotta clappin nigga (murda niggaz)

[Chorus:]

When I step through the door hoes blow me kisses

even though a nigga cold off the surp and the prup nigga

barely holdin on

go to war without a army

I make it on my own

bare face, head bussa even though I’m well known

black nigga with a black trigga

creepin through your home boy.

[Verse 2:]

I was a kid the first time my shit was felt

people don’t feel u nigga so don’t kid yourself

I’m off top with this shit like a [?]

Ay bitch set me up, I’m late as shit

on the real only treal niggaz play this shit

I’m ill at raps like I made the shit

every day I wonder where the fuckin [?] went

I’m purped out had enough of the same shit

windows up tacked out on the main strip

don’t trip on the jacka you’ll be mad at yourself

I call the strap a ham sandwich cause it’s bad for your health

you iced out but foreal under heat you’ll melt

[Chorus]

[Verse 3:]

The world is mine like scarface picture

got the 40 stock nigga leave a large space in ya

I’m in space off the killa 26 inch whella

Amir and Young Jay I was fenced up with ’em

locked down for a year spread nothin but millions

trade war stories leavin lead stuck in niggaz

30 rounds out he window like fuck you nigga

u gettin robbed cause you know you put your trust in bitches[?]

I’m a prob fixin to get in the extortion business

learn from it

I’m a animal that eats with a full stomach

doin a 100 can’t take it back after I done it

that’s the gangsta shit all my niggas come with (feel me)

rich over night but I’m still me

[Chorus]

The Jacka Cuz I’m The Mack

[Jacka]

You know these whodies be askin’

Uni Mack 10

Can I be your bitch (can I be your bitch)

Naw, you can be my ho

I put you on a track

And bring me back all my cheese

Get on your knees

So I can smoke green leaves

Paper chase for me

They found dope in my show

Catch a case for me

Act faithful to your pimp

Like a P-I-T

Wool out

Don’t let go to what you got

And don’t come back short

Cuz you might get mopped

I’m a pimp

And hoes ain’t shit without ’em

I use to fuck ’em

And forget about ’em

Now they bring me back major skrill

So I can stack ’til I peel

I can change for the good

Half an hour, I’m there [?]

She’s mine

Plus she’s blind to the fact that I’m The Jacka

Mista Cali Co packa

I have ta

Floss to be the boss

You just a black girl lost

But she ain’t in my game plan

In some chalk

[Chorus]

It’s The Jacka

Mista Cali Co packa

I got the

The major slice in a Acura

Imagine bein’ brought

No clothes, no show

Gonna get high

But can’t fade on the road

Fuck that!

I’d rather be the young sav on the track

Sellin’ dope and pimpin’ hoes

Cuz I’m the mack (I’m the mack)

[Jacka]

My momma raised me like a mack

So I stuck wit it

Tight you wanna remain wit yo Mrs.

Then keep them bitches out my side

Ain’t havin’ no joke on these hoes

Nigga from the start

I learned to break a hoes pockets

To break that young girl’s heart

Evil whispers in my head

Tellin’ me don’t stop ’til I’m ballin’

You come back short wit yo cash

It’ll be that ass that she crawlin’

Pimp on

But don’t limit

Yourself to pimpin’

Scandalous women

Youngsta they suck their ways

In this game that’ll get you paid

So I let the whispers guide me

Put the past behind me

Cuz the cash is blindin’ me

Fuck bein’ broke

I got my town by the throat

Coughing up major doe

But it wasn’t enough

Beacuse the bomb I smoke

And the fluff I snow

Turned me into a killa

For the skrilla

Won’t stop eatin’

I got ten million, dollars

Nine million acres

Plus a casino in Vegas

I’m ’bout the faces on the table

That’s keepin’ me in this shit

And it’s real

Maybe if they kill another president

They’ll make a three dollar bill

Must be the skrill

[Chorus]

[Jacka]

I had a problem wit meetin’ hoes

Who try to get over on me

Thinkin’ just because I [?]

Then we gonna kick ’em down

Oh not me, not one-O

I break a bitch down

Wit a blow to the nose

Cuz I’m a savage

One night we wasn’t careful

Parkin’ lot pimpin’

And a fine ho was yellin’ like a wyno

Was comin’ at me like I’m a sucka

She must of thought that I was a busta

Comin’ out the club

So I slugged her in her mugg

“What’s up blood”

A nigga yelled hella loud

From out the crowd (west up)

Like he was fed up puttin’ work for the skirt

I’m raisin’ up my shirt

He told me hollow tips hurt

So back up jerk

Cuz you don’t want me

Uni M-A-C

Man you don’t want me

[Chorus]

[The Jacka talking]

Cuz I’m the mack

You know

I’m the muthafuckin’ mack

How many real macks you know nigga

Ask yourself that question

And I bet you only know one

Check it out

My nigga Rob Low on this tight ass beat

I don’t give a fuck what nobody say

Can’t nobody fuck wit it

I only know one real mack

I gotta say wussup to my nigga O Federali

My nigga S.L.O.

My nigga Young Uz

My niggas from the L.O.B

My nigga Bishop

What’s goin’ down