lirik lagu lil jack – fuk u mean
[hook: t-rock sample] 2x
f-ck with me, lil hoe, it’s over, i fold ya like packages
pop the steel and disappear like copperfield; a magic trick
my soldiers f-ck with savages, master flippin’ bag of bricks
havoc is the … buried under carc-sses
[verse 1: lil jack]
… b-tches tryin’ to bird-feed the robbers
just came out from the pen, i don’t really need no problems
n-gg- can’t go gold, but he say he countin’ numbers
so he can count the shots from this 100 round drummer
get the sh-t poppin’ for this b-tch whoppin’ (?) boxin’
p-ssy play them games with yo b-tch partner
playin’ bad boy you get big (?)
full of cocaina, c-ckin’ two choppers
i’ll 2pac ya – who shot ya?
i just took a pound from the loud man
i ain’t f-cked up ’bout no sound scans
weak n-gg-s testify
soon as the murderer call f-ckin’ studio gangsters
i got west memphis n-gg-s in atlanta
k!ll ya, drop yo body off in some (?)
anna got ’em shakin’, n-gg- you a hater
drop you in the trunk, hoes do the (?)
k!ll you for the papers, y’all still on papers
smoke you like some papers, you gon’ make the paper
money make people betray ya
but you know that i had yo mama raise ya
i know yo family so disappointed
don’t ruin yo life, this is not what you wanted
come down and start frontin’
take a look in the mirror, now take off that suit
you need a minute fan, you a family man
stop rappin’ ’bout sh-t you don’t do
f-ck you mean
[hook: t-rock sample] 2x
[verse 2: lil jack]
you ever seen a n-gg- bleed from his eyes?
plead for his life then he scream til he dies
blunt force trauma, bullet holes in his chest
third degree burns on his arms and his neck, yes!
ya ain’t got no gun in them tight -ss pants
i still spray a n-gg- like the jheri curl
with a old n-gg- with a jheri curl
you ain’t from the hood, you just like to flauge
you a school boy you could need (?)
you wrote a rap and now you think you hard
you never wrote some bars from behind some bars
… fightin’ this murder charge
uncle shoot him, just lost his mind
a (?) told me that i crossed the line
n-gg-s still hatin’, n-gg-s droppin’ dimes
where you from these n-gg-s dissin’ each other
throwin’ up made up gang signs
where i’m from these n-gg-s splittin’ each other
look, you done f-cked around
and have a real n-gg- doin’ life without
you the type of rapper like to rap about
type of sh-t that you can lose yo life about
… drop …
you better watch yo back or you watch yo mouth
full of cocaina i’ll stalk you out
and send them manson n-gg-s right in yo house
[hook: t-rock sample] 2x
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