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Correct Some Sh-T I Used To Do Lyrics
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Correct Some Sh-T I Used To Do
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[ verse 1: jt Money ] Wakin up every morning, pockets on e Fuck that shit, school ain't for me They just stoppin me from gettin dollars I dropped out, fuck bein a scholar I never did shit at school before Yoked up Uzi and headed straight for the airport Lookin for some bucks to grab Fucked around, jacked some tourists in a yellow cab With nothin but my bare hands Oh boy, look at me comin clean with grands Start touchin every day Can't nann nigga tell me that crime don't pay Bought me a auto with get-down 30s and cuts Crush seats and bitches on my nuts Talkin bout it's funny how A young nigga quit school gettin money now On a mission comin clean on a daily basis With pocketbooks and high speed chases Fat pockets swoll like they got the mumps Droppin bets to all the little chumps Throwin books to the hoes Peelin out in the school zone, burnin out my [?] See a mama and papa in the auto Nobody's untouchable, that's my motto Leavin no description for the police Cause all they saw was black guns and gold teeth And that describes every nigga in the jack game Goin down with a alias name They scared as fuck of a nigga like me Reached out and touched more people than at&T Fuckin they world up, makin them curl up All in the street and they still gettin beat Cause that's the way I was taught See, ain't shit illegal until you get caught That's how I got the name J. T. Jackin Tourists for all they Money While niggas on the corner I'm in the house gettin laid I leave em sayin, "Goddamn, how he gettin paid?" For what I'm doin you don't need a look-out Grab the hoe, get the money, throw the book out I know my nigga Uzi'll get me away Go to the crib, split the money cause in a day I'm outta there without a clue But yo, that's just some shit I used to do [ verse 2: jt Money ] Downtown, lookin for them dummies With wire tags and purses full of money Ask em for directions Bustin you-turns in the middle of the inter section I'm on they ass Comin fast and I see that map on the dash Bet your ass I'ma touch somethin But them funky-ass heroes make a nigga wanna crush somethin Fuck it, ain't nothin to it Now he finna see how the boys from the Crib do it (*interlude*) Got that book now let's go My nigga Uzi put that thing to the flo' Hit a few corners Make sure them punk-ass heroes ain't on ya [?] so let's flex through the projects Spend these grands and them Traveller's Cheques Now we got a little flow And I'ma keep the book so I can give it to a hoe Lets go round the way to brag To the niggas bout the book we snagged They know the boy gon' come through But yo, that's just some shit I used to do Yeah Yo, I wanna say one time for all the original jackers [?] My niggas Shorty T, Rick and Wayne My nigga Uzi, Madball One time for them boys out there in the city The boys Overtown, y'all know what time it is There's a few out there in [?] Opa Locka One time for the streets that paid a nigga, Biscayne Boulevard 7th Ave., 17th Ave., 27th Ave. 79th St. 36th St., 46th St. 54th One time me and Uzi and 183rd St. We fuck em up One time for the one way 81st One time for the airport, hotels, gas stations, all that crazy shit One time for I-95, the perfect escape route
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