feat. The Jacka, Courtney Triggas, X.O.

[Courtney Triggs]

You wanna play wit the dopest

And I'm a put up the bounty

From Play To Win Records

All the way to Co. Co. County

I'm a let these niggas know

They ain't never been a factor

Called up X.O. and he hit that nigga Jacka

These niggas understand

I don't like the goodie goodies

On the highway, top drop,

Headed to see Woodie

Northerners and pit bulls and everything they like

These niggas came together

Made for give me the mic



[The Jacka]

It's the Jack, it's the Jack

Nigga it's The Jacka

One love to K-I-N-G

Don't let `em catch ya

It's the bitch ass detective that's

Really tryin' to stretch it

Got my nigga Bo locked

The whole Mob scattered out

Catchin' cases,

Change of faces, gettin' plotted out

So many nations

I guess a nigga gotta sav it out

On the run, hittin' banks

Still givin' thanks to the Mo Side

Survivin' in a place where most die

I'm suspended from space and time

Suspended form school so I just quit tryin'

Addicted to drugs, and the life of crime

Blastin' slugs at the police

And slugs at the other side

Slugs wit the big lead

20 G's will make your kin bleed

Keep sellin' crack, keep smokin' weed

F**k the world

Life ain't all what it seems

I could have been a king

But I'd rather push cream, muthaf**ka



Chorus: [Courtney Triggs]

Who would of thought

We'd get together causin' all this ruckus

From the streets to the pen

We ain't f**kin' wit no suckaz

Who would of thought

We'd get together causin' all this ruckus

From Play To Win Records

We ain't f**kin' wit no suckaz

Who would of thought

We'd get together causin' all this ruckus

From the streets to the pen

We ain't f**kin' wit no suckaz

Who would of thought

We'd get together causin' all this ruckus

From East Co. Co. Records

We ain't f**kin' wit no suckaz



[X.O]

You must have me twisted

 

I only f**k wit the real twisted cap

Bottoms up, until I hurl on the flask

In a instance, niggas get lifted

And they start on  my experience

Niggas die if I wish it

Run the streets off instinct

We ain't niggas who wishin'

My heart weighs a ton

These niggas scared to bust the gizzun

I play for keeps, I play for G,

I play to win nigga

I swear I'm like the wizzun

I'm always f**ked up

Cuz I lost when that shit gets dizzun

So muthaf**k that bass

And muthaf**k prison

I smash for the cash

Stay instructed wit all the casings

I'm always basin'

This shit is crazy

Why niggas hate me I just don't know

Maybe it's my flow

Maybe cuz I got that bitch on blow

Gang recognize game, bangin' X to the O

Unload and reload

I'm way worse than before

Don't f**k wit hoes still ill

All about my doe

X.O.



[Chorus]



[Woodie]

You can catch me in some dirty khakis

Wife beater wit a red belt swingin'

Bruce Lee say some cheese

But still drinkin' Old English

I'll bark ya like some rotts

I'm lockin' like a pit

So think again before you get to

Knockin' my shit bitch

I'm quick to leave you leakin'

Incapable of speakin'

While your bleedin'

Your homie's speedin'

Seekin' hospital treatment

Should have kept they mouth shut

Some just don't know when to quit

Usually I'm out the gate

Maybe one pass but that's it

I'm a hit

Ya'll gon' feel the wrath of fury

Of this crazy ass pale skinned Norte±o

What the f**k you got to say æbout that

Shut your trap, save your breath

I would love to make your death excruciating

Bones protruding, shakin' nerves

A day no less

I fiend to make a mess again

I guess I lost my love within

Survivin' in the depths of these streets

It's a must to sin

I'm punchin' in and I ain't clockin' out until I'm finished

Pursin' danger slowly crossing names out my hit list



[Chorus]