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letra de on everything - the jacka & ampichino

[ampichino]
inhalin’ swishers, blowin’ smoke from my nose
this world cold, you can smell the c0ke on my clothes
lord knows this the life i chose, i don’t regret it
code of the streets, get your whole family beheaded
keep your mouth closed, get your whole life shredded
hi-tech weapons, 30 bullets every 5 milliseconds
the [?] and the porsche engine revin’
i’m so d-mn thug i go to church, with my weapons
talkin’ to the reverend about heaven, cuz life h-ll
i’m a beast in these streets, i’m a whale, with a great white tail
with more mail, than the rest of the pushers
ak, right next to the bushes
ampichino i’m dope, like heroin on a spoon
so respect, watch yo mouth, like yo mom in the room
where yo boss at n-gga, i don’t talk to the goons
countin’ money all night, gettin’ high as the moon (mothaf-cka)

[damey]
i put that on everything, i [?] for my n-ggas mayne
i came from the bottom to the top i can never change
how could you doubt me, how could you judge me
i did this all for you, my n-gga this how you love me [x2]

[joe blow]
every night before i sleep i pray i wake up again
and make sure my son know what he need to make him a man
and please ask if you’ll forgive me if you can’t understand
sometimes i had to take the road that wasn’t up in my plans
but never fold, always played what’s up in my hand
down interstate 5 with kicks up in the sedan
i just pray that i ain’t stopped with this heckler and koch
and all this c0ke, they gon’ need the helicopters and s.w.a.t
i rather leave up in the box, than live life with a celly
every day i’m on the go, i live life out a telly
and every night on a hype, look like a scene out of belly
little bruh lookin’ up to my life, how could i tell him
this ain’t the way to go, when i’m doin’ numbers like the dow jones
walk through any hood with nothin’ less than 20 thou on
i’m a shooter and don’t make me prove it
was the hyphiest young n-gga way before it was a movement (mothaf-cka)

[the jacka]
i can’t change cuz you say i should
never seen a colombian but it’s c0ke in my neighborhood
see the black players wonder when he gon’ save the hood
whole family smoked out, all of em’ stay with us
just touched down with the yay ’bout to weight it up
you so real to be so famous blood
i’m just the jacka rappers movin’ to atlanta
really tryna find a deal, i’m just out here with my cannon
n-gga, tryna keep it real in the heart of the city
30 somethin’ deep only hard n-ggas with me
pray that god don’t forget me cuz this wasn’t intended
i’m involved with it, really go to war for my n-ggas
dr, and joe b-l-o-w, sin around to comfort you
get your -ss drunk, then sin around to humble you
for thinkin’ i’m a punk, i’ll have you f-cked like a conjugal
just made the chronicle, front page
spray the d-mn kay at ya momma home
questionin’ my gangsta, but i’m undeniable
treat it like a lesson, no need for cryin’ out
high speed if they catch the boy they i make em’ foul
a silent seed silence me too real to be around
gangsta with a deal but i came from the underground
with the ampichin pick you off like a tangerine
blow out my f-ckin’ brains, ‘fo i spend my life in the bing

- the jacka ampichino

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