(*Yes y'all – cut and scratched*) (B-Real) You're a lost soul rollin down the street Hustlin, scramblin, money you eat You wanna jack somebody, never look at me Cause I'm like you when I'm holdin heat You don't want to think about re-percussions Cause you don't give a fuck about who you rushin So what you gonna do when the blood is gushin? You're playin Roulette without the Russian The stakes are high; can you feel the pressure? Lookin at the club on top of your dresser Born for the big bank robbin your own Thinkin your stone but your weak ass throne Bitches like you ain't got no heart Paranoid, you're settin in, fallin apart How many times will you take to see it? You fallin away, but you don't believe it (Chorus: B-Real & Sen Dog) Jack me and you'll never go back Jack me and I'll jack you back Where y'all bitches got the scheme or the stack? Jack me and I'll jump to attack Tell me what started a scheme at ya lap Jack me and I'll jump to attack Jack me and I'll jack you back Jack me and I'll jack you back (Sen Dog) Clothes are settin off from the start I'm crazy as fuck just like 2 Pac Mash on Cypress Hill in a Catalac truck Steels all gone, so I gotta play it ruff Got hate for do out there, I ain't jokin Can't hold me back these days, I'm out smokin And I still see myself as Enforcer Knock em in their face if they dedicate closer A Cuban massive man (Spanish) With real attack touch straight, from the ghetto Walk for a twenty all day like a (Spanish) Spit ball; lick all rhymes just like (Spanish) I run over fools like Dorsey Leathers And murder antiques like J-Rhyme I kill peasants Take over ships like Female Kastro Do anything that a nigga HAS TO (Chorus: B-Real & Sen Dog) Jack me and you'll never go back Jack me and I'll jack you back Where y'all bitches got the scheme or the stack?
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