Sicilian Breeze - The Jacka

I been missin' in action, on resorts just relaxin'

Lookin' in the water while the dolphins is passin'

Underneath, a long way from the streets

I slung yay with the beasts, I seen war turn to peace

Then right back into war

I never bought a gun out the store

But I bought one at school from a fool before

I got a 77 box sittin' on top 4s

Sittin' up real high, windows up real high

I got my .50 in my lap cuz' I don’t trust no guy

I ain’t into swine, but I’m into pushin' a line

All my young niggas see me, they stuck to the grind

Now matter how much I smoke, I keep seein' ghosts

Chop a zip then post, with spitters online

Most my niggas is blind, they don’t see a nigga state to state tryna shine

They say Fat Tone didn’t kill Mac Dre, and Puffness don’t shine

Look nigga, I’m just a crook nigga

I ran up in D-Boy's house and took skrilla

Like fuck you niggas, I need a vacation

When it comes to the streets, you have no relation

Yee, I be MIA, yeah MIA

Very front seat Heat game like I’m finna play

Coppin' whips, buyin' shit nigga like I’m finna stay

I’m out a nigga house, niggas never been away

After Q, before Pac, now a 19 Glock

91, I seen killas with a curl on top

2−6 and Cuddy had the fiends on hop

Back then moms threw away her dreams for rock

We knockin' Too Short bein' seen in drops

Dougie Fresh keep risin', keep risin' to the top

Young Niggas soon to murder realize I seen a lot

Make Salat in the night time, knowledge is power

I’m in NYC standin' by what used to be towers

I used to be in Martinez bull pen for hours

Interrogation from the boys was my quietest hour

I was right behind the gun blast, rainin' lead showers

I used to be young, hang around cowards

Acting like gangstas tryna figure out what my style was

That’s too deep for you squares to comprehend

I’m on top of my game, on the run from the law again

Yee, I be MIA, yeah MIA

Very front seat Heat game like I’m finna play

Coppin' whips, buyin' shit nigga like I’m finna stay

I’m out a nigga house, niggas never been away

You talkin' hella shit, look at me in my eyes

It’s coo cuz' when I return somebody gon' die

Somebody gon' ride along side ya, and open fire

I’m burnin' more trees than the Oakland Hills Fire

Mothafucka I’m ice cream cold, I spit dry ice

Made it snow in the summer, thank God for my supplier

Muder is for hire, make dealers retire

I hate dealin' with liars, nigga you ain’t lie to be rich

High school drop out that didn’t win the lottery

I’m a dope MC, the world expect a lot from me

So I’ma hold it down, when my niggas ain’t around

I’ma stand my ground, like I’m the only one in town

I don’t give a fuck, it’s hard but I ain’t givin' up

I can lose all I got, I’ll still live it up

I still live in the slums, nigga dumb as fuck

I made a hundred thousand ones when I was young as fuck

We made the world love The Bay every place we went

We kept it lit, we really with the shit

I can teach you kicks, like Mr. Miyagi

Windows up, smokin' tryna contemplate a robbery

Yee, I be MIA, yeah MIA

Very front seat Heat game like I’m finna play

Coppin' whips, buyin' shit nigga like I’m finna stay

I’m out a nigga house, niggas never been away