Jackin' 4 Joints

(Brotha Lynch Hung) Roll me a motherfucking joint Check my gat nigga get my point cuz I jack Roll on foos like vice and my nine milla meter ain't nathan nice I start jacking for blunts a black jacket and ones I get dank Im sending niggas blood to the blood bank You better hook me up proper Or die from my loaded heart stopper Like nut smoking up blunt for blunt And one time you can take me if you check me if you want Cuz soon as I get my dank You know it ain't 10 minutes later for I'm planning my next gank And even if your down with my crew (conversation) (yo shut up man I don't understand this man, yo you get this motherfucka, I Jack him too) So hook it up Mo Green You know its that gat pressing up against your motherfucking spleen Gimmie all that green bud or you'll be kicking up dust off the motherfucking Rug Straight jacking off to the next nigga All day you better have innate triggers I don't play nigga so give it up real shit I got the same old nine that I blasted old Mo Green with foo Break yourself smooth Gimmie all that mexican sesh and don't stress I got this shit handled Put about 10 of them sacks on a motherfucking panel And I'm out the back door Triple Six next victim cuz fool I need a 4-O Im might be kinda difficult But Ima need me a 12 guage and a trench coat Pull a Ruger at the door Triple Six in the room with some vannah on armed in the coat Tell everybody don't move I'm fiendish Hit the ice box for the Olde English Didn't have to use my gun Now I'm off to Greenhaven I pop 8 3 1 nigga Jackpot ounce to the bounce Snatch 2 ounces then I bounce And Lynch can't fake it On the way out I saw the keys to the jeep I might as well take it Nigga kept breaking next nigga MC Hyst Foo start tripping so I put out the lights pop pop Took about 6 for him Now I'm back to the motherfucking duece while they look for me Im in the creek getting budded and drunk A nigga hiting homeless with the dank And I could feel them niggas that I just ganked Coming up so I grab the gat nigga To my head shawnte' on the trigger Better do it before I send ya home Pop pop pop pop chrome to the dome (Shawna Coyle) Shit I really shot that motherfucka