Song Description

Using robbery as a metaphor for taking over the rap game.

Lyrics

Niggas is gettin the point because my bullets is sharp
And when them pumps up I'll have you fagots reachin' for stars
No doubt, check me out I'm a burn you a disc
That's what I told 'em take notice I'm a learn you to this
My grip on this rap shit, firm as a bitch
How can sperm in a dick shoot and turn into this, uh
Matter of fact I'm not concearned with a diss
I keep the 12 gauge loaded on some permanant shit
Jack move peep it, all your jewels you can keep it
I just want the game it'll be our little secret
Skeet on any muhfuckin' beat cause I freaked it
And check undercover for the jake when I'm sleepin'
Dog, yall a starve while I'm eatin
Fistfights, I bring arms now we even
See it, somebody calm this kid
Moms must been an asshole cause I'm the shit, uh

Hook: Jack move yall try to just act cool
Nobody move then nobody gone......shoot
Jack move man, this is a jack move
Jack move man, this is a jack move
...... You try to just act cool
Nobody move then nobody gone...... Shoot
Jack move man, this is a jack move
Jack move man this is a jack move

Me and my mans figured a way to buisiness expand
And yall livin any longer isn't part of the plan
You talkin bout pumpin lead till we bumpin heads
And when it comes down to it you'll be frontin' instead
You saw paper, but like the wind you blew it
And when them slugs come yall better chew it or leak fluid
Jewelry got my brain relapsin
I see you with your chain and snatch it that's a chain reaction
On the same song niggas still singin' the same song
And while I'm snatchin' money stacks you best remain calm
I got to stick and move like a boxer
Ill be all up in you niggas cribs like su casa, mi casa
Elude jake, prelude to the new J.....Folks
Robin' yall blind with the toast
And aint nobody tryin to boast but if I have to
Ill quit work and pick up dirt like a vacum

Hook

Shotties pumpin' like car pistons
I'd rob you but with all that cheap shit you aint worth stickin
Listen, you aint gotta try to cover your shit
I'm even stickin' up all you stuck up chicks
Ma, you aint gotta take it personal
When I punch you in the stomach that's birth control
Uh, for what I'm worth and owed
Ill rob steal and kill that means I'm versital
So cop a mill. The game is something I gotta steal
You lucky this isn't forreal cause I shot at will
So what if that's your girl ill holla still
Now give me your singles and I don't mean you dollar bills
Fuck it though, yall some pussies I aint fuckin though
And you can hate all you want but you love it though
This nigga buggin' homie came from nothin'
Looked and came, and took the game almost all of the sudden, fuck it

Hook