Hook
Yo if you wanna go to war, its alright
Well if you aint hardcore, its alright
You wanna get it on nigga, its alright
Its alright (its alright), its alright (its alright) (x2)
(jt money)
I got a problem with fuck niggas
Always talkin shit and try to duck niggas
Sucker niggas wont finish what they started
Be coppin dueces cause them niggas soft-hearted
They straight bitches
Always puttin on shows for these niggas and hoes
Be wantin to run your mouth but wont throw no blows
Aint got no scrap, better kill that rap
Think life is a game, until that ass get tapped
And when it do, what you do, you run like a bitch
Or do you straight turn state on a nigga and snitch
When you aint got your boys, you aint got no balls
And you aint gangsta with all them 911 calls
Real niggas dont call police
Real niggas handle theirs when they got beef
Flawed niggas talk shit and know they cant back it
Know they aint real but always trying to act it
Hook
Im the original jacker, flawed boy attacker
Taking your life aint nothing but a factor
Matter of fact, Im a killer straight out the slums
No time to dump, I got these pumps for you chumps
And I aint talking bout the reeboks
Getting three glocks and jumping out of treetops
Making suckers flee spots, and leave knots
Got guns, get funds, yeah Im packing styles
Suckers acting foul, get smoked like black and milds
Nigga know a plan, laying down this thing
Beyond all that rap shit, I only spit game
You scared, say you scared, but just peep what I said
Im so wicked off the head, probably shoot out of dread
Thats right, all you suckers better recognize
Before I start recognizing, aint gonna have you niggas sweatin mine
Im in this thang for real, aint nothing fake here
Putting down in the zone with my nigga shakespeare
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(big gipp)
I wear my hat low, when I walk through a circle of folks I dont know
It aint to much chalk in these streets that can hold me back
I make stacks and stacks, for the weeks and weeks I got slapped
Freaks, I got the grill with the white gold
Keep a pistol in my hand with the tight hold
From the city where they drop blows
Known to pin-hold down off them figure fours
Shit shady, we all about to bust on sight, lighting up the night
Putting hoes off in 74s and watching em all blow
It aint shit funny, its the money man and gipp
Holding sawed-off pumps in your face chump
Dont disrespect the city, streets, that Im standing on
Niggas from miami and atlanta holdin heat
It aint nothing happy
You see, it aint all about that rapping
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(jt money)
Straight up and down, Im a let you fuck nigga know
You niggas dont want war, talking all that shit
Cause you apted up on that motherfucking tough guy juice
Get round the motherfucking boys, listen to this goddamn rap music
And niggas think its a motherfucking game
Alright, play with it
Jt money, big gipp, let you niggas know
Hook
