Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Jack B. Nimble, artist - Masta Ace Incorporated. Album song SlaughtaHouse, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп
Date of issue: 31.12.2011
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: The Bicycle Music Company
Song language: English
Jack B. Nimble |
Yeah… it’s a real sad story |
Show you just how unjust this world is |
Let me tell ya bout a guy named Jack |
Jack B. Nimble, Jack be quick |
There’s a cop running right behind you with a stick |
Better run Jack run Jack run Jack run |
Better hide that gun Jack hide that gun Son |
Things look bad now, they’re gonna get worse though |
Look, there’s an alley, take off in a burst yo |
It sure is dark Jack, it smells like piss aiyyo |
Look at that big rat, here hit him with this |
Uh-oh quiet, here comes that copper |
Get in this garbage can and put it on the top |
Uhhh, yeah yeah that’s pretty slick |
What a trick, he walked right past, what a dick |
I think he’s gone now, ready set, now jet |
You better run Jack run Jack don’t stop yet |
There’s a patrol car, they’re searchin the area |
You think you’re scared now, it’s gonna get scarier |
Don’t be mosin, they’re closin in kid |
See what having that darker skin did |
Now which way Jack, cause you need a breather |
And a good lawyer, you won’t get either |
Up those stairs Jack, your sister’s building |
The cops will leave soon, so stay there till then |
But she’s not home so you can keep on knockin |
Take out a slim jim and pick the lock and |
Now you’re safe, can you believe those guys? |
Hunting you down with such hate in their eyes |
But now you can rest Jack, but oh what a mess black |
Run to the bathroom, and flush away the crack |
Maybe you shoulda just kept your mouth quiet |
Never knew that it would cause such a riot |
Peek out the window, to see who’s lurkin |
Twenty cop cars, hey this ain’t workin |
Someone saw you when you dipped inside they’re |
Comin up the stairs there’s no place to hide, yeah |
Good thing you didn’t ditch the gun like I said G |
You’d be a sittin duck, dead full of lead see |
They didn’t come to arrest and take you back |
They came to finish and diminish you Jack |
You shoulda never said that you would start tellin |
On the cops that was down with the drugs you was sellin |
So now it’s time to take the nine from your back |
Cause they’re kickin down the door, good luck Jack |
Jack B. Nimble (2X) |
Hey Jack yo, you better B. Nimble |