The Jacka feat. Cormega Storm Lyrics

Tear Gas Track Listing
CD 1
  • 1 Summer
  • 2 Just a Celebrity
  • 3 Glamorous Lifestyle
  • 4 Greatest Alive
  • 5 They Don't Know
  • 6 Dream
  • 7 Won't Be Right
  • 8 Keep Calling
  • 9 Girls
  • 10 Scared Money
  • 11 Get It In
  • 12 What's Your Zodiac
  • 13 Dopest Forreal
  • 14 Callin' My Name
  • 15 What Happened to the World
  • 16 The Movement
  • 17 Storm
  • 18 Our Heroes
  • 19 All Over Me
  • [Jacka]
    Killa on the road nigga
    (Riders on the storm)
    Nigga watch out nigga
    (Riders on the storm)
    The J-A nigga
    You know what

    Spit my life on this beat, live my life on the street
    Got the thugs on my team, keep the strap in my reach
    And I'm lovin' the lean, but don't fuck wit the peach
    Optimo, hit the Sco, 60 box of the sweets
    Yea I'm fully aware, even if I look sleep
    I really live this shit, these squares wanna be me
    But you niggas is weak, and you scared to get doe
    I done did road trips wit 50 bricks of that blow
    Gangsta's buy 'em from me, but'll kill for ya nig
    Cuz keep it real as fuck is all I did
    That's all I know, smoke everyday
    100 in my chop, cuz we don't play
    Na we just kill, nigga where I stay
    Nigga where I live, hit a bank bare faced
    Just to feed our kid, got beef wit the J
    Shoot my gun at your crib, and do a day at the block
    Never stop for the pigs, that's just how we rock

    (Riders on the storm)

    [Cormega]
    I'm from the city that Big rep
    Where coke droughts, got niggas cryin' like Isaiah on the Knick's bench
    A closed mouth don't get fed
    A real man, will keep his mouth closed even with the feds
    Never sleep you get enough rest when you're dead
    Fuck a dream what you need is a good connect
    If it's pure or compressed you've been blessed
    In other words less complainin' more to stretch
    Thorough niggas ain't born we bred
    I'd rather be loved than feared
    I'm smooth 'til I'm on the edge
    I don't move unprepared
    What part you ain't understand
    Fuck around lay around, while I over stand
    The road to redemption I'm on a chosen path
    To greatness ain't nothin' gonna hold me back
    Niggas know where my zone is at
    I spit it how I live it this is cocaine rap, ugh

    (Riders on the storm)

    [Jacka]
    Yea nigga, the Jack

    Hustlin' in the rain wit my nigs pushin' cane
    Push my thang to your ribs nigga you know what this is
    Fuck the drought I'm the Jack, give me all the shit
    I'm goin' in, let's get it in, I'll kill again to feed my kids
    I gives a shit about a bitch up in the yay
    East Bay gangsta like that S-P-I-C-E who rock wit men
    You can eat, I walk around wit my heat
    But I'm cooler than a styrofoam cup full of lean
    If you know us if you don't you better scream mutha fucka
    Chrome 4-4 wit the beam on the rubber
    Livin' nigga's dreams but a nigga had to suffer
    Ridin' through the storm I don't think I could recover

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