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