The Jacka - Take It Slow lyrics

Friday afternoon, we in Jumah facin' Meccah You ain't gotta do much to my fam to make me wet ya You ain't gotta nothing at all, I'll party wit ya When the mob give a mobsta a call, I gotta get ya Here's a message from my n***a I was sent to deal with ya A hit man yeah I'm walking 'round with ya picture At all your hang outs won't be long 'for I catch ya Comin' out the store, scope you out then I whop you yo Yeah n***a turn your head into sloppy Joe Caught up in the world, doin' this against my own kind Pops in the pen k**in' n***as over phone time Moms blowin' stones I'm on my own, came from a long line Of gangster and thugs, hittin' banks and sellin' d** But blame it on the bad guy, when all I ever wanted to be was mad fly Every time I close my eyes I realize that I probably should Slow it down blood and get my mind back