Won’t Be Right

By The Jacka

On Tear Gas

Released on 2009

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[Verse 1: The Jacka]

Knock your teeth down your throat

Sixty G's in my Raiders coat

All trap money

Split the sea in my speed boat

I live in the Bay, it's a place that never need 'dro

I can guarantee the best tree they ever seen before

Really I'm the only motherfucker that you need to know

Bendin' corners, call the corner, they ain't gettin' nothin'

30's on my Cutlass, we the dumbest, we be sittin' up

From the block, have heart, had guap, remember that

The law of the P allowed to speak unless you peeled a cap

Remember me? Did it all for the M-O-B

Seein' shit you dream to see

It's the life, it won't be right 'til my niggas free

You know I'm sayin'?

Would save the world, but I am just a man

And want to sleep on the truth but I overstand

You should know the ropes, I shouldn't have to hold your hand

Bein' broke is the life I'll never live again


[Chorus: The Jacka]

It's the life, it won't be right 'til my niggas free

It's the life, it won't be right 'til my niggas free

Smoke tree and aim my MAC at my enemies

I just wanna clap all my enemies

Niggas rap but they couldn't see is in their dreams

Niggas rap but boy, we active with the heat

Gettin' rich, motherfucker, I never sleep

We young motherfuckers and we run the streets


[Verse 2: Cellski]

Thang on my waist, fifty in the safe

Another hundred racks just sittin' in the bank

My money stay long and yours don't grow

My bitches get money and yours don't, ho

They call me Cellski, Big Mafi the Don

I done knocked more hoes than Magic Don Juan

Sittin' in my Cadillac blowin' on bomb

Ridin' around Vegas with a suite at the Palms

Hopped out the whip, dank in hand

Ran up on the boy, had to clap that man

These streets ain't safe so I keep my thang

Had to clap at a nigga, he tried to snatch my chain

Moved a lot of cocaine, made a lot of drug deals

This how a thug feels, tryna see one-mill'

My gun stay on me at all times

I stay heated with the four five or the Glock nine


[Chorus: The Jacka]

It's the life, it won't be right 'til my niggas free

It's the life, it won't be right 'til my niggas free

Smoke tree and aim my MAC at my enemies

I just wanna clap all my enemies

Niggas rap but they couldn't see is in their dreams

Niggas rap but boy, we active with the heat

Gettin' rich, motherfucker, I never sleep

We young motherfuckers and we run the streets

[Verse 3: The Jacka & Cellski]

Sucker, why you frontin'? People never come through

'Cause we kill niggas for nothin', they still motherfuckin' love us

Don't ask around, 'less you wanna drown in the delta

Let a hundred go, niggas scrounge around for shelter

Everywhere we go least thirty in the hammer

Bitches love my gangsta, when before they couldn't stand us

See my posin' for the camera, yeah, the damn magazines

It's the life, it won't be right 'til my nigga's free

I'm on the turf with the hammer on me

Like a cameraman, gotta keep a canon on me

K with the 'nana on me

Them alpha boys watchin', but we keep hustlin'

Niggas still funkin' so we keep bustin'

Ain't no love in these streets no more

I live the fast life, nigga, why yo' life slow?

Gettin' money is the object

I made a hundred thousand dollars off them Frisco projects


[Chorus: The Jacka]

It's the life, it won't be right 'til my niggas free

It's the life, it won't be right 'til my niggas free

Smoke tree and aim my MAC at my enemies

I just wanna clap all my enemies

Niggas rap but they couldn't see is in their dreams

Niggas rap but boy, we active with the heat

Gettin' rich, motherfucker, I never sleep

We young motherfuckers and we run the streets