Who U Jackin Lyrics by Masta Ace Incorporated

Who U Jackin Lyrics

    Verse one: paula perry, masta ase

    One two one two, check it i can't stay home
    Gotta take walk down to block to the pay phone
    "do you run?" no, like i said before i walk
    Stick up kids hawk, but i don't stop to talk
    I keep my hand on my pocket on my razor
    Get too close and i'ma have to graze ya
    Like night and early morning scheming at dawn and
    Looking to jack what i want

    Back back back you better watch yours
    I got yours
    Cut you like i got claws
    Stick em up because
    It's a roothless toothless
    Waiting inna thick here
    Looking for a vict, yeah
    How about this chick here?

    Who's this standing at the corner?
    I wonder if he's on a
    Mission to stick cuz he's a goner
    Polo padding yang lacking and fucked up packing
    Get dacking
    Nigga who you jackin?

    Verse two: masta ase, paula perry

    I'm come comin to get cha, with your bangles in your ears
    With your gucci link and i ain't snatched a chain in years
    When a pocket full kicka kicka granny inna back and
    When i see you little doe, hey, i dont know how to act

    Well... i'm not your neighborhood nice girl, i'm raw as coke
    So scheemin seemin i'ma play ya like a bad joke
    You're trying to stab me, but i'm not the one
    I'll pistol-whip that ass, and i don't even have a gun

    I put my foot up to the ass
    Of a bitch that think she got class fast
    Give up the cash as you can not pass
    Feedin readin, i dont mean the grass
    Shit's draastic so chick run the stach

    Well, i'ma jiggaboo, with an attitude
    Better to slice and dice and sway like i saw don't get through
    Make your moves so i can dat that bullshit
    Quick nigga quick, before you lose your dick
    This aint no movie so dont be actin
    Stupid on a girl like me, nigga who you jackin?

    Verse three: masta ase, paula perry

    Ya just skin an' bones so ya need to change the tones
    In ya voice ya just another jack by the phones
    My pockets need fixing cause the shits is mad broke
    If i had my nine your ass would get smoked
    But i'ma slice you in half fuck it i ain't butter
    The name is paula perry puttin' body parts in a gutter
    So who you jackin?
    You baby check it
    You're lucky i dont leave you in the street butt naked
    With your ass out froze the fuck up
    I'll be vickin
    You'll be what-in?
    Jackin, thats another name for stickin
    And tricking chick you like baby whats your name an gamin
    Ill snatch hole you shit and then im flamin
    Right down to block, yeah, ill teach you holy mo
    With a pea knows the time, so yo ass ought better go
    You getting too close, really, what is this?
    I think its about time to face whats open up to business

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