Masta Ace Incorporated

Masta Ace Incorporated - Who U Jackin lyrics

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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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