Young Zee - Jack Mode lyrics

"Somebody tryin' to get robbed" - Sticky Fingaz *scratching* "It could be you, I believe" [Verse 1: Young Zee] I get high and then punks is hit I want dough from the Digga, I'ma wire your sh** Cause Maseen gave me shells and a black three eighty I roll through your block and if you clock, punk pay me I straight jack because it pays like lotto I know you got loot, I want the cash and the bottles I peep the scene and then tax 'em clean Getting b**hes for they dough at the MAC Machine Me and Yah, all my n***as call us Two Live Crew We hit Mickey Ds and get cars at the drive through f** automatics, we wait 'til a stick come Get him, hit doughnuts, and when the 5-0 come, DICK 'EM Take them down Bricks where they got no wins Word to my Timbs, I want the amps and the rims And f** that, undercovers come and get snuffed black They shootout with my click cause we be busting the f** back (Boom, bap, boom ahahahaha *gunshots*) Motherf**ers "It could be you I believe" - Sticky Fingaz [Verse 2: Young Zee] I'm known for jacking in the Tri-State borough Taking little n***as on sticks if they thorough We hit fools after school for they dollars Then hit the college and hit punks for they wallets We want everything from dough to clothes Hit the train, go to parks and get 5.0s I be making them drives, with the gats by my nuts Like put it in first, and leave your foot on the clutch I hopped out the Jack true, double like Yakoo Came back in a 5-0 and had my man straight gaffled (All right, step out of the car and put your hands on the hood) [Verse 3: Young Zee] I had to think then evacuate I hit a few alleys then hopped the gate Caught the bus like damn, watch 5-0 try to hit him And scare him to d**h until his mom comes get him He's 17 so he might not snitch Or I'ma air his a** out little punk a** b**h Two weeks done pa**ed, my black a** got drunk Nodding on the ave, off a bag of funk Like WORD UP, I start tasting Topp roties Opened my eyes and got rushed by the Police (All right, we got you now, don't make a move, we know it was you, stay down) [Verse 4: Young Zee] I bust one lip, tried to reach for my clip Cause if I go back to jail I'm looking at a ten stick I'm ready to die, cause that's what troopin' is all about But they lit my a** up and I'm out (Gun shots) "It could be you I believe" - Sticky Fingaz *scratching*