Jack!
Jack!
Yo, what's up?
Yo!
What's up?
Yo!
You ain't fuckin' with the gang,
bitch,
think twice!
If you run, knuckle up, it's a fist fight!
You ain't fuckin' with the gang,
bitch,
think twice!
If you run, knuckle up, it's a fist fight!
Bit then and back with it with the barcode
Blacked out like my arm and all my clothes Black Audi,
black rims,
black windows
Black heart,
black lungs and a black soul Old plugs,
new drugs,
new gun smoke
If you pull up to my crib,
have a blow,
bro Bring a bitch,
she won't even wanna leave,
bro Thirteen, that's the number of the beast, ho
You ain't fuckin' with the gang,
bitch,
think twice!
If you run,
knuckle up,
it's a fist fight! You ain't fuckin' with the gang,
bitch,
think
twice! If you run,
knuckle up,
it's a fist fight!
If you run,
knuckle up,
it's a fist fight! If you run,
knuckle up,
it's a fist fight!
I'm from a city where bags don't come free I'm quick on my feet,
never down on my knees
The ones that * with me,
the ones that I need Some show hate,
some show love,
so talkin' is cheap
I ride with my brothers, Red Star, R.S.G.
I trust them,
they trust me,
we don't need to speak
We don't play,
so watch how you talkin' to me If we make a call,
then we pullin' up deep
You ain't fuckin' with the gang,
bitch,
think twice!
If you run,
knuckle up,
it's a fist fight! You ain't fuckin' with the gang,
bitch,
think twice!
If you run,
knuckle up,
it's a fist fight! If you run,
knuckle up,
it's a fist fight!
If you run, knuckle up, it's a fist fight!