Key: C minor
Verse 1
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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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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But it was cool, smooth as could be
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A fat 5 .0, sittin' on some D's
He stepped in the car,
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And don't make a move,
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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
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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so I had to put in some work
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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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because my cribber was a crack house
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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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
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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Happy, and when I kill it, just a thrill,
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A young unfooler with the steel,
I jack up in the dark
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,
fools for your money
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Dopin' cars and stayin' real low
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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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Especially when I gotta get a pack for that lick
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I rob that fool to get my roll on quick
And stash in that grip
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before them pigs catch me dirty
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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
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 do my business on the blocker
like a John Gotti
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The godfather of the circus,
like a QC party
I'm in my G -O -Track
Outro 1
Dujaka Gajak
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