The Jacka - Storm lyrics

[Jacka] k**a on the road n***a (Riders on the storm) n***a watch out n***a (Riders on the storm) The J-A n***a You know what Spit my life on this beat, live my life on the street Got the thugs on my team, keep the strap in my reach And I'm lovin' the lean, but don't f** wit the peach Optimo, hit the Sco, 60 box of the sweets Yea I'm fully aware, even if I look sleep I really live this sh**, these squares wanna be me But you n***as is weak, and you scared to get doe I done did road trips wit 50 bricks of that blow Gangsta's buy 'em from me, but'll k** for ya nig Cuz keep it real as f** is all I did That's all I know, smoke everyday 100 in my chop, cuz we don't play Na we just k**, n***a where I stay n***a where I live, hit a bank bare faced Just to feed our kid, got beef wit the J Shoot my gun at your crib, and do a day at the block Never stop for the pigs, that's just how we rock (Riders on the storm) [Cormega] I'm from the city that Big rep Where coke droughts, got n***as cryin' like Isaiah on the Knick's bench A closed mouth don't get fed A real man, will keep his mouth closed even with the feds Never sleep you get enough rest when you're dead f** a dream what you need is a good connect If it's pure or compressed you've been blessed In other words less complainin' more to stretch Thorough n***as ain't born we bred I'd rather be loved than feared I'm smooth 'til I'm on the edge I don't move unprepared What part you ain't understand f** around lay around, while I over stand The road to redemption I'm on a chosen path To greatness ain't nothin' gonna hold me back n***as know where my zone is at I spit it how I live it this is c**aine rap, ugh (Riders on the storm) [Jacka] Yea n***a, the Jack Hustlin' in the rain wit my nigs pushin' cane Push my thang to your ribs n***a you know what this is f** the drought I'm the Jack, give me all the sh** I'm goin' in, let's get it in, I'll k** again to feed my kids I gives a sh** about a b**h up in the yay East Bay gangsta like that S-P-I-C-E who rock wit men You can eat, I walk around wit my heat But I'm cooler than a styrofoam cup full of lean If you know us if you don't you better scream mutha f**a Chrome 4-4 wit the beam on the rubber Livin' n***a's dreams but a n***a had to suffer Ridin' through the storm I don't think I could recover