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lirik lagu the jacka - this life

[cormega]
if you can dream it you can be it
i once idolized a few guys i superseded
see life is mad trife, but ‘fore my cypher get completed
i wanna flip a brick and take a trip to egypt
son i predict, i’ma be rich
see sh-t like enemies hit the lex gleaming, prestigous
you vets schemin’, but scared death to try to bring it
cuz’ live n-ggas move in silence, but die screaming
my third eye seein’ n-ggas manipulatin’
they wanna get you when you situated
my nickle plated made him kiss the pavement
thoughts are written sacred
my n-ggas used to live in cages, and spittin’ razors
and rippin’ faces, my dun on the run with mad different cases
yet he out of state gettin’ paper, got a place in jamaica
next to shaba, where he can smoke acres of ganja

[chorus]
love this life and life is livin’
knowin’ we got you little young gs listenin’
love this life and life is livin’
cormega got you young gs listenin’
love this life and life is livin’
mob figaz got you young gs listenin’

[the jacka]
doin’ time writin’ rhymes in them d-mn cell blocks
where n-ggas still push rocks, and n-ggas still push hop
[?] feelin’ strange what it’s like to have life
i rap about real life, you n-ggas roll with the hype
dj unique and cormega in the zone off that light
real thugs, on and off the mic
do a show and make the crowd light, straps in the sky
make ya gang fight, yeah it’s the jack in plain sight
i know you heard a lot about me, the invisible mc
cuz’ the feds is on my case, a lot of places i can’t be
the jack artist, the n-gga who rap hardest
you used to be my nig, now i wonder where ya heart is
release my magazine, in the streets i’m a marine
f-ck peace f-ck dreams, ain’t no future for me
i’m on the run for murder, could’ve been an ill mc
now i’ll never be heard of, i got the mob on my sleeve cuz’ i’m dedicated
you could’ve squeezed the trigger n-gga but you hesitated
tell my little bro i gotta cut, but i don’t wanna leave
he won’t understand when i get back he won’t remember me
just the fact he kin to me, he probably turn thug
tell em’ never test drugs, tell em’ never touch guns
i know my moms worry and pray for her son
but i wonder if she realize that allah is one
i love her like no other, gotta go here they come

[johnny ca$h]
n-gga i rock the grill with the chills on me
slight ice, n-ggas they wanna drop some bills on me
and stop life, but cash c-ck back
break you for your jewels and make you drop that
life on a rollercoaster, so i push the hop black
i brag about a pistol, then bet it’s a automatic
word i swerve through the traffic like the dukes of hazard
me and jacka, off b-st-rds while gas packin’
so much dough, f-ck off a hun and buy the jag with
the 20s on it, plus the tints to match the paint
i puff before the show, blow a whole ounce of dank
cuz’ i’m feddy-cheese, splurgin’ workin’ with a couple gs
c-a-$-h, yes indeed n-gga
how ya be, how ya moms be, how ya sister be
heard you makin’ history, that’s a victory
out in richmond i rally i’m makin’ it
this n-gga hittin’ skins in the valley and got new friends

- lirik lagu the jacka

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