Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Jack Who? Take What?, artist - B.G.. Album song Livin Legend, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп
Date of issue: 24.02.2003
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: Koch
Song language: English
Jack Who? Take What? |
Look, I just come from outta town, nigga broke in my crib |
Disrespect where I live, 20 g’s up for who he is |
He don’t have the slightest mothafuckin' idea — who he dealin with |
Ahh he don’t know how real it get |
He gonna get his wig split, looked over the bricks — got nothing |
But I don’t play nigga, try’na take mine from him |
For him ta know I was gone — know I wasn’t home |
Somebody had ta be in on it that I know |
Time ta go in the closet, with a ride or die fit |
Black hood — Girbauds — ski mask and Reebok classics |
It’s spreading 'bout them 20's — somebody gonna talk |
Give it 3 or 4 days for it ta come out the dark |
Oh what I told ya, niggas can’t pull me ta the side |
He ain’t lying — I had the vibe, it was a podnuh of mine |
But for me, he showed, wasn’t no love in him |
So I ain’t hesistate ta put them fuckin' slugs in him |
(Hook 4x —) |
Jack who, Take what, from who, not me |
Slip and think you can sleep — after fuckin' with B. G |
(Look, Look, Look) |
Nigga know I got that work — so he plottin' and watchin' |
Try’na see when I’m gone — so he can break in my house and |
I’ma bake a cake for him, make him think I’m outta town |
I know he here hustlin' I’m on my monkey talkin' loud |
Tellin' my round I’ll be there, pick me up from the 'port |
On my way ta Nashville, 10 bricks I’m gonna score |
Prolly get a lil' dope, cuz that dope make more money |
20 dollars for a bag, Half-a-gram for a 100 |
This nigga just don’t know, I’m on top of my game |
Shoulda kept it too himself but instead he told Elan |
Better get that nigga Turk, so I got ta bust his brains |
If I let that nigga slide, he gonna try ta do it again |
Gatta handle mine, gatta get rid of him quik |
Bust him up fast, throw him in the lake then split |
Jack who, take what, from who, not me |
Get a bullet in ya head leave that ass on the street |
(Hook 4x —) |
Jack who, Take what, from who, not me |
Slip and think you can sleep — after fuckin' with Teke |
(aight) |
Okay let me explain, been sittin' on 5 bricks of cocaine |
Since the drought came |
Niggas be constantly blowing me up try’na cop thangs |
But the price remain 10 |
I don’t change it or curve it — I just slang it and serve it |
You see the game is got these niggas hurtin' |
The money’s nervous, so they try’na get at me for service — Let’s make it happen |
I’m only askin' for dime a ki' - 5 for half |
Quarters go 3 — you do the rest of the math |
And nigga offer me 55 so I figure he ballin' |
But at my price any average hustler with dough can afford |
But I’ont know this ol' nigga so I’ma tax him 60 g. |
bandits |
The extra 5 for shippin'-n-handlin' |
When I met him, he in all black, talking 'bout he be back |
Told me ta stay here while he go get the stacks |
Fuck is you ignorant |
I cocked the Mag back quik, and knocked off his ligaments |
Jack Wayne, not player thats ridiculous |
(Hook 4x —) |
Jack who, Take what, from who, not me |
Slip and think you can sleep — after fuckin' with Weezy |
I told Ris, when my life at night with this dope |
I had a bitch, I kinda like ta bite |
The bitch broke with my shit |
Oh yeah — I’ma found out where she at |
She ain’t selling none of that, look I need ta get that back |
I’ma pay my people, what I owe them, Cuz I know them |
And shit a get real fast, and I might have ta show them |
I ain’t gon' let the bitch walk, like everthing is super either |
She done change i-den-tities and acting as two people |
A smart bitch, but fucked up in the game |
Cuz I found out her social secruity number the same |
Quickly, got the location and bust up her brains |
Click on the 5 o’clock news, they ain’t mention her name |
Gatta, clear head — this for the time being |
Cuz these bitches right around me |
Be the ones that mind sceaming |
I sell brown ta you’s frown nigga |
Fuck how you feel — ain’t no rules now nigga |
(Hook 4x —) |
Jack who, Take what, from who, not me |
Slip and think you can sleep — after fuckin' with Juve |
(Outro 3x-) |
Jack who, Take what, from who, not we |
Slip and think you can sleep — after fuckin' with H.B.'s |
Is you crazy? |