Jakk Frost - Code of the Streets текст песни

I spit it for my Cush smoking nigger the joint heads
This beat remind me of something beyond said
All I do is suck a bunch of …
You ain't got to be on the stage to crack that
You see me with half .. best believe me I got a …
Frost man young bitches call me Fat Jack
My niggers through your hood and a black act
Black gloves in a black hoody …. will you crap that
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The world keeps turning my clock keeps burning
All with the … like my last name is ..triple my earnings ..
..so next time … lead your money to .. on the ground
Don't make me tell .. hit you twice with the pound
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None of you low niggers got a flow like Jack
None of you low niggers get dope like Jack
And no matter what the sound make it sound like Jack

Why do you think they are calling me Frost?
.. first you got your own black now you are calling me boss
It is what it is fuck it call it a lose
If I caught you calling the cops
You can call it a death sentence
I just call it the clock
I call it my bill money
You call it a rock
I got a whole separate .. call it a lot
Boss getting popping from Philly to Boston
I got something for you to porch in something for your coughing
.. I am the one to tell watch process
Philly is a .. mess even dough dirty cops can't walk around without no vest
.. I am so fresh I sell weed like ..






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