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States The Black Jack

Then I jack and I kill The jack's for the money, the kill's for thrills I got nine thousand blacks that still serve crack Got a bitch who works the

its war states bein breeded through the streets of V.A. Close your eyes mom your legacy will never fade away Drift away.. [Chorus] {{Myalansky}} Eh yo son your Jack

punk muthafucka, I'm comin' agg Mr., Mr. Scarface for the nine-trey Niggas packin' nines, fuck you, bitch, I pack an AK Fully automatic for you hoes who wanna jack

I side with the Southside Niggas be outside with they hat cocked I'm telling you, check it out I rock the black block I rock the black blocks all over

my blackness, Run up on devils like a savage in pursuit of happiness, You better believe everytime we come, we come hard, The undisputed truth is that the black

I) I swear on everything I love I'ma do my best to keep doin' it for us And I don't need a gold on a black to black Just some down at home country love

your ass getting dropped, black 'Cause niggas lay you on your back fast So you'd better grab a gat and pop a cap in they black ass And let loose the

it's comin' to your town It's done by the people who can really throw down You don't need to be a queen or a jack of spades It's done by the brothers

mother talib kweli and this is how we do man hate it or love it guess who fresher than i d dies red and black lumber jack 45 in his levis he has his