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letra de jimmy crack corn - raw breed

[verse 1:nick swift]
criminal minded, wanted by society
see i’m the motherf-cker that motherf-ckers try to be
so follow me, follow me, straight down the hill with a drill
now’s a time to increase the sill
the price you pay, is your life on the line
committing a crime every time to earn a dime
i find a soft person and it’s plenty
yo remember i’m a repeat offender, to the public defender

[verse 2: alexander the great]
and i’m a sick lunatic, yo i need a fix quick
yo for a fix, yo you know i commit
m-ss murder, mayhem, yo i don’t give a shit
like i said i’m sick, yo give me a perk b-tch
no? well here’s a slug in yo face ho
and now i got all your dough, you dead ho

pumped up, pop pills that will
k!ll at will, ill, never stand still
i’m doing every drug in a book, crook look evil
i smoke weed, smoke crack and i shoot needles

[verse 3:marc rippin’]
jimmy crack corn, i’m an ill motherf-cker sick brother
i take from my boys and my mother
rampage out of control, to get paid all day
all the day, one-eighths, there’s no escape
when i stalk when i walk
i gotta’ gun, better run
i’m trigger happy, make it snappy
run your stuff, i don’t care
and don’t you dare fight back
you’ll get the gat to the head, black
no hats or yo the man or the mission
no missing, my target’s get hit
and that’s it

[hook] (x4)
yo, jimmy crack corn, and i don’t care, yeah

[skit 1]
what’s up jimmy? (yo, what up jimmy?)
what’s goin’ down? (word)
bussit, i wanna get paid, ya’man!
ayyo man, ya’ll wanna get paid, i know this brother with a sneaker store, yo he live around the way, he got no security!
word! i know about that brotha, i know where the safe at in the back!
let’s do that n-gg- man!
(let’s do it)

[verse 4:alexander the great]
so i stepped in the store, there was no one around
so i, c-cked the hammer, shot the fat man behind the counter
a-yo jimmy, take up the rear, make sure the coast is clear
you got the idea, yeah

[verse 5 marc rippin]
i got the door, jimmy, get the safe
keep it clear, i’m your eyes and ears
jimmy get the register and make it quick
a-yo, i’m shaking motherf-cker, i need my fix

[verse 6: nick swift]
so i run to the back of the place
and stuck my gun in his face
“yo, yo, yo, open up the safe!”
money grip said “no”
so i shot him in the toe
just to let him know he better give me all his dough
i know, that this is a hot sneaker place
mad loot in the safe, so i’m gonna have to take
it all, so don’t you ever speak a peep
i’ll be back next week
yo, i’m coming next week

[skit 2:alex/nick/marc]
#1: ayyo’ jimmy did you k!ll him?
#2: nah
#1: how much was in the safe?
#2: we got crazy, crazy papes to separate
#3: ayyo’ give me my dough so i can buy mad drugs
#3: give me my dough, cause yo i gotta buy slugs
#2: yo look in the bag
all: oh my, my, my!
#2: yo this crazy dough
all: yo we gonna get high!

[hook] (x4)
yo, jimmy crack corn, and i don’t care, yeah

[verse 8: alexander the great]
yo i got my cut, so i crept to the spot
yo i got a fat knot, so you know what i got
got- drugs, and my brothers went on their own ways
[enough?] that i got will last a wild few days
now that my cash is gone, word is bond
i’m a bug off, to the street-side love
a crime wave for days, yo i don’t give a f-ck
watching my back, from all the brothers i hadn’t stuck
shoot to get loot

[verse 9: nick swift]
yo, i jump through the jungle
with the bundle in my pocket
yes, a fat rocket
good, mind your business, cause business is risky
crispy dollar bills keep my pockets filled
i’m ill, so i don’t need to chill on the corner
no bother, for the fact i just don’t wanna
wanted on the street, cause the heat is warm
word is bond, only the strong can live long
if robbing you is wrong i don’t wanna be right
since my dough is good, i’m sticking up tonight

[verse 10: marc rippin’]
well goodnight, lights out, see ya’ later
i spent my dough, i gotta go to get your loot
here’s the scoop
i’m cracked up, backed up, i [???] [retro?]
now you know, n-gg-s in my way gotta get slayed
i gotta habit, i gotta have it
a [???] a day, with no job: gotta rob
i need my fix, i’m in the mix with the itchy
i’m way past pride, and don’t care if you diss me
i’m on a quest, i’m on the street
yo i’m gone, i lost my mind man
it’s jimmy crack corn
it’s jimmy crack corn

[hook] (x4)
yo, jimmy crack corn, and i don’t care, yeah

//i know this is a really rough transcription, had to get the ball rolling with something. all help is appreciated!

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