Lyrics Spittin Facts - Jackboy

Spittin Facts

I love my brah and them
I hope they love me back
You play with one of them
Lil' bitch you getting whacked
Spin a nigga block
Knock that shit right off the map
Go ask his partner and them
They know I’m spitting facts
It’s not hard for you to see I’m from the jungle
All these scars you can tell I had to rumble
Ain’t ask for shit I had to get it off the muscle
Niggas be on your team
But hoping that you fumble
My soul crying now like
How the hell did y’all break?
I let our flip push on
But we can’t ever be straight
Fuck Michael and David Lane
They both chose to throw in their case
Twin rats, yeah
You niggas identical snakes
You catch yourself dead
You snake ass rat, yeah
I saw what you said
On black and white lead
Aye Eugene you scared
On PC for a fair
Thought boy ass was gorilla
How the fuck he get in there
You niggas pussy probably in there
Washing a niggas underwear
And Vari and T-Bird ain’t forget about y’all
Y’all ain’t trill
Don’t get mad when you hear this song
'Cause none of you niggas kept it real
None of them niggas kept it real
So fuck how them niggas feel
Even if my blood brother would of talked
I would spit these same lyrics
I see a real nigga, tell me what you see when you in the mirror?
Like Kodak said we done got wiser
But we ain’t drinking beer
Nah bitch my vision clear
So don’t come over here
I love my brah and them
I hope they love me back
You play with one of them
Lil' bitch you getting whacked
Spin a nigga block
Knock that shit right off the map
Go ask his partner and them
They know I’m spitting facts
It’s not hard for you to see I’m from the jungle
All these scars you can tell I had to rumble
Ain’t ask for shit I had to get it off the muscle
Niggas be on your team
But hoping that you fumble
Lil' DJ my hitter for him I go and kill
She say, «Jack so dramatic»
Nah bitch that’s how I feel
Catch me and T-tat in traffic
Stop the car pop her guy, firm magic
Wood hung now we all got cabbage
'Fore I was 21 I done went to prison two times, savage
Convicted felon with a ratchet
I (was) four whens I seen him blast it
Need disappear, black magic
Germ whipped out the stick and hit him nasty
Cleaned whole block up we classy
Kodak blessed and flashed it
Came to whack your daddy
Came to kiss your body
But you can’t kill me I’m a zombie
Have the stick when we walk through the lobby
Got a stick I can’t lie I feel Godly
Feel like nobody can hold me
I’m going gun you and your army
Glock got a dick that’s always horny
But don’t got to do shit they do it for me
I fuck with Bam
I fuck with Young Money
Fuck with Darnell
Fuck with Jay
Gave them boy' a foreign alien
Free Cray Coo
Grass on green on the other side
Right now shit be muddy
Free Coop too, he’ll be home in two
Jack got the loot and held down the crew
Jack bought a coupe and scooped up your boo
Kissed her in my Jimmy-Choos
I love my brah and them
I hope they love me back
You play with one of them
Lil' bitch you getting whacked
Spin a nigga block
Knock that shit right off the map
Go ask his partner and them
They know I’m spitting facts
It’s not hard for you to see I’m from the jungle
All these scars you can tell I had to rumble
Ain’t ask for shit I had to get it off the muscle
Niggas be on your team
But hoping that you fumble