Mob Sh*t - The Jacka, 12 Gauge Shotie

I got one of them black 26s, and a box on 26 inches.

and I leave it parked

where it’s dark in the trenches

In the hood where they kill mothafuckas never visit

Yea nigga, we real in ya vision.

Feds take us down but we don’t ever listen

Niggas doin' Ls movin' pounds of that Crisco.

We don’t ever gain so the pain

just continue

Hitta time — murder only thang on the menu.

so I ride around wit my thang to

defend you

You ain’t got no bread all this game that I lend you

Gotta use your lead if you’re scared you a preacher

A p_____ project wit gun shots screechin'

We love this mob life this is our future

Got beef wit the Jack, and I can’t reach you

Send a kite to the pen, fuck _____ _______

I’m movin' white 'til the end cuz I live illegal

I live a life killin' friends, but you ain’t my people

Never speak bad on a nigga who feeds you — Soundtrack to my life man this is a

preview

Yo.

Slide up on you niggas put 50 in ya whip and laugh at you bitch niggas kissin'

on a brick

King pins know it’s real so they feel this shit I kick

Mean grin at me boy get your ass kicked

Steam comin' off the lead when you feel them hollows hit

My Colorado ni**as mean ______ Colorado Springs

Rap shit about the change, West coast back in game

But we never went nowhere, it’s just that all these niggas lame

So they never know this real, niggas know how far we came

So we spit h___ mane it’s good to make em pop the fame

Never got to me with this Uzi in my fuckin' jeans

This shit a movie but it’s true we out here d____in' things nigga.

Step outside and it’s 2 o’clock

in the morning nigga still on the block

Still gettin' high still countin' guap

It’s a ill life but it’s all we got

4AM and it’s still dark

Still outside nigga still hard

Nigga get box-shoot in they car

It’s that mob life but I’m still a star