Tonalidad: C minor
Verse 1
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Grapejacket, Grapejacket,
Grapejacket,
Grapejacket, Grapejacket.
The little brother,
his crime is predictable.
He's hungry.
He's been forced into drug life,
because he is a wasted hu
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man being.
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You have not reached his mind!
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I'm creepin' to your shelf real slow,
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ain't nobody around,
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neither partner so ya know I pulls my gear,
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because it's time to make my move,
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thought I seen a car comin' yeah
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But it was cool, smooth as could be
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A fat 5 .0, sittin' on some D's
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Three inches from the floor
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My plan was to steal it,
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but I wanted more than that
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So I stayed posted till
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this Mark came back
He stepped in the car,
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he heard the click from my gat
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And don't make a move,
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cause Park this a jack
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then I tied him from his toes to his head
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You make the wrong move, Park,
I swear, then you dead
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He knew what I meant,
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because he didn't even speak
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It almost made me laugh,
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cause my victim was so weak
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The look in his eye,
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as if he see the devil himself
About to pass out,
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cause he was face to face with death
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I told him, give it up Jack, give it up Jack
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Give up the money and the car
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and the dope, Jack
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Yeah, and at gunpoint,
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we drove to them outskirts
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He tried to get fly,
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so I had to put in some work
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Beware of the night time blight
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I'm creepin' in your shadow so
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What's up, Jack?
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What's up, Jack?
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Call me a crook, you see a crook,
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but check me out now
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I'm in them streets
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because my cribber was a crack house
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So put your head,
so put your head up on my shoulder
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You see no pop,
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you see no mama that'll hold ya
To give you love,
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nobody ever even took the time
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To get me grip so now I'm
grippin' to a Glock of nine
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I'm jackin' flues and smokin' blunts,
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it's like a pastime I'm doin' crime,
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the bottom line is that I'm gettin' mine
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You better duck, you better run,
cause it's a drive -by
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The wicked shade, the 12 gauge,
your mama gonna cry
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She didn't know that her
child was a gangbanger
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Don't want the finger,
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cause my finger just a trigger
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Happy, and when I kill it, just a thrill,
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I never show no heart
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A young unfooler with the steel,
I jack up in the dark
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I take they cop, I take they life,
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and then I'm out of fire
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But when I'm caught, it's capital P,
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I know I'm gonna fry
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I keep a comin', so keep a runnin',
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you better watch your back
I scope a hole in a horse
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What's up, J? What's up,
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J?
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They got me on the run,
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young men, it's from the South
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They said on the news
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they found a body face down
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And I ain't sayin' nothin'
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cause I know the 411
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A crooked young brother
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frustrated with a gun
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And robbin' all your
fools for your money
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Dopin' cars and stayin' real low
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Before behind bars and rollin' my belt
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To let your foes know I'm on
with my right hand man
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Mellow T with the chrome
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And I ain't scared to barbecue
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you chumps who got beat
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I smooth roll up and take your
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bucket in a heartbeat
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Especially when I gotta get a pack for that lick
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I rob that fool to get my roll on quick
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Then set up shop from twelve
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noon to four -thirty
And stash in that grip
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before them pigs catch me dirty
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I'm checkin'
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It's just a game of give and take
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Then nobody give me mine
So break yo self, Trigg I duck a foot
and then I'm cruisin' in a six -a -deuce
I peep a punker with a trunk of funk,
my pistol shoot
It's murder, one, it's robbery,
that's what you tellin' me
I got no lover from my pop,
that's why I'm killin' G
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Them P .I .G.'s my enemies,
they wanna see me dead
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No homicides, a better life,
I think I got em scared
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The smoothest creep
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I get's a Russia
when I jack a fool
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I make a move up to my crib,
I see the county blue
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They beat me down like a Rodney
cause my skin is black
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I stopped the jackin',
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now I'm packin' and I'm sellin' crack
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I do my business on the blocker
like a John Gotti
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The godfather of the circus,
like a QC party
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Them young 'uns fool,
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they want some props,
I'm in my G -O -Track
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I feel the G .A .T. in my back
Outro 1
Dujaka Gajak
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