Jake The Flake - Goin' Way Out lyrics

[INTRO] (SHOESTRING) Yeah, Shoestring is back in this motherf**er once again Me and Jake The Flake teamed up in this b**h f** all you n***as Jake, tell them hoes something (JAKE THE FLAKE) You motherf**ing Vice cops All you b**hes Prepare for the k**ing Coming down on all you hoes It's going to be a serious manslaughter in this b**h f** you [VERSE 1 - JAKE THE FLAKE] A n***a with the motherf**ing plate Not a plate in my head I mean the plate full of flake Them oot-head b**hes on my dick for the pack I gave that b**h a (???) and now I'm hitting it from the back I'm Goin' Way Out and then I'm Goin' Through A Thang Your girl was drug free but now that b**h is ooting 'caine Strung out on that blow, that funky p**y ho She didn't know how to oot but now that b**h is just a pro Turning b**hes out, I got the f**ing clout You didn't know what flake was But now you know what it's all about Cause I'm the provider And you're the f**ing user Call me the dealer Cause you're the drug abuser Chilling at the crib with some b**hes, playing Quarter Bounce A n***a beeped me up He wants a f**ing quarter ounce I beeped the boy back He didn't want no crack I met him around the corner, it was a motherf**ing jack I really wasn't prepared But still I wasn't scared He thought I was a ho I had to let him know Cause I'm a real jacker And jacking was my first trade I was jacking n***as way back in the first grade So how the f** you think that he going to do what another n***a do What was mean for me was never ever meant for you Now it's time for paypack n***a with that wack jack You made a f**ed move and now it's time to get that head cracked Blown to capacity b**hes shouldn't have f**ed with me To blow a n***a's brains out Ain't sh** to me Crazier than a mother Suicidal like a bungee jump Hunting n***as down in other hoods with my pump k**ing n***as off for something I really shouldn't have started I opened up the pack and hit the flake and then I farted Walking through my hood I seen some b**h that's outside dancing Visions in my head was k** the b**h like Charles Manson k**ed so many n***as need to be waiting down on d**h Row Got me in the county on suspicion of feinding for a blow Caught me in a fiend's ride Said I did some homicide I was home alone with my girl that was my alibi I'm a real n***a, ain't no time for acting phony And plus, I do my dirt all by my lonely Will they hem me up and lock me down That's something I doubt A n***a from the Ave. with attitude I'm goin' way out [HOOK] n***as from the Ave. is goin' way out, way out n***as from the Ave. is goin' way out, way out n***as from the Ave. is goin' way out, way out n***as from the Ave. is goin' way out, way out Brrrapppa! (x2) [VERSE 2 - SHOESTRING] Back, still labeled as a k**er Shoestring f** Michael Jackson, I'm a thriller I done done my time, just like a beast Searching a n***a down, and trying to take his piece Two n***as from the Ave. with some motherf**ing beef I'm the f**ing Sheriff, and Jakey is the Chief I beef with many cliques and many n***as they have brung Some of them n***as went home And some of them n***as got hung Ooted in my crib I think somebody's peeping The cops are in my window They must think I was sleeping Go for your arrest and I'll be coming out the covers I'll step back and start popping motherf**ers I've been up for two days And now that I am yawning My body's feeling numb My nose is steady running I'm looking at my mother as my motherf**ing enemy Called my little sister a b**h Said the ho is no kin to me Should I shoot my mother Or should I just rape her Should I cut her up like a chain and drape her Slapped myself in the face Cause I know I must be tripping Had a dream of k**ing Michael Jordan and Scottie Pippen Yo, I'm ooting 'caine in my motherf**ing nostrils Having visions of murdering b**hes in my house shoes And now I'm broke and back in to reality The same old thing, facing that police brutality Reached to my side, my 'caine's a goner Grabbed my f**ing gat and I headed to that corner Looking for my brother, and his f**ing boys I don't give a f**, I'll play them n***as like some toys Looked up the street and seen my n***a named Jake Beefing with my brother, (Tyrese?), (???) and Ray-Ray n***as stole my rocks And then them n***as rolled them Made a fat knot, co*ked the 50s back and fold them Now I'm seeing see three n***as co*ked back and three brims Pimping around the corner And they're rolling on Punchy's rims Yeah I stopped the car and asked them for my dope Ike cracked a grin, I grabbed him by his throat Ty reached up back and took a pop at his brother And said, "the only person I love is my f**ing mother" Yo, went to my house and called Punchy on the telephone They ganked him and me And now them n***as living wrong Punchy got his rims back But I didn't get my dope, G Ike bought some gear and now them n***as gone to Tennessee I took no loss I know that I'm the coach-ie Somebody's at my door Peeped out my window, I see Roachie Ira's ooted out I know the n***as dopin' He's f**ing them b**hes good And busting their heads open Back is the Caravan, acting like a old man Steady smoking Billies with a brewskie bottle in his hand I'm Shoestring You know I'm not a joker I don't smoke crack cause I'm not a crack smoker That's the way it is And this is what it's all about These are n***as from the Ave And we're going way out [HOOK] [OUTRO] (ad libs)