What's Up Jack chords and lyrics - WILDLIFFE SOCIETY

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[Verse 1]
[Am]Grapejacket, Grapejacket,
Grapejacket,
Grapejacket, Grapejacket.
The little brother,
his crime is predictable.
He's hungry.
He's been forced into drug life,
because he is a wasted hu
[Em]man be[Am]ing.[Em][Am]
You have not reached his [C]mind![Bm][G][Am]
[G][Am][C][Am]
[Em][Am][C][Am]
[Em]
I'm [Am]creepin' to your shelf [C]real slow,
ain't nobody [Am]around,
neither partner [Em]so ya know I pulls my gear,
[Am]because it's time to make [C]my move,
thought I seen a [Am]car comin' yeah
But [Em]it was cool, smooth as could b[Am]e
A fat [C]5 .0, sittin' on some D[Am]'s
Three inches [Em]from the floor
My plan was to [Am]steal it,
but I wanted [C]more than that
So I stayed pos[Am]ted till
this Mark [Em]came back
He stepped in the car,
[Am]he heard the click from my gat
[C]And [Em]don't make a [C]move,
cause Park this a [Am]jack
I [C]gagged him,
then I [Am]tied him from his toes [C]to his head
You make the [Em]wrong [C]move, Park,
I swear, then you dead
[Am]He knew what I meant,
because he didn't [C]even speak
It almost made me [Am]laugh,
cause my victim [Em]was so weak
The look in his eye[Am],
as if he see the [C]devil himself
About to pass out,
[Am]cause he was face to face [Em]with death
I told him, give it [Am]up Jack, g[C]ive it up Jack
Give up the [Am]money and the car
an[Em]d the dope, Jack
Yeah, [Am]and at gunpoint,
[C]we drove to them outskirts
[Am]He tried to get fly,
[Em]so I had to put in some work[Am]
Beware of the night [C]time blight
I'm [Em]creepin' [C]in your [Em]shadow so
[Am]What's up, Jack?[C][Am]
[Em]
What's up, [Am]Jack?[C][Am][Em]
[Am]Call me a crook, you see a crook,
but check me [Em]out now
I'm in them [C]streets
because my cribber [Am]was a c[Em]rack h[Am]ouse
So [C]put your head,
so put your head up on my shoulder
[Em]You [C]see no pop,
you see no [Am]mama that'll [C]hold [Am]ya
To give you love,
[C]nobody ever even took the time
[Am]To get me grip so no[Em]w I'm
grippin' to a Glock of nine
[Am]I'm jackin' flues and [C]smokin' blunts,
it's like a pastime [Am]I'm [C]doin' crime,
[Em]the bottom line is that I'm gettin' mine[Am]
You better duck, you [C]better run,
cause it's a drive -by
[Am]The wicked shade, the [Em]12 gauge,
your mama gonna cry
[Am]She didn't know that h[C]er
child was a gangbanger
[Am]Don't want the finger,
[Em]cause my finger just a trigger
[Am]Happy, and when I kill it, just a [C]thrill,
I never show no [Em]heart
A [Bm]young un[C]fooler [Am]with the steel,
I jack up in the dark
I take they cop, I [C]take they life,
and then I'm out of [Em]fire
But [C]when I'm caught, it's capital P,
I know I'm gonna [Am]fry
I keep a comin', so [C]keep a runnin',
you better watch your [Em]back
I scope a hole in a horse
What's up, [Am]J? Wh[C]at[Am]'s up[Em],
[Am]J?[C][Am]
[Em]They got me on the run,[Am]
young men, it's [C]from the South
They said on the [Am]news
they found a body [Em]face down
And I ain't sayin' [Am]nothin'
cause I know the [C]411
A crooked young [Am]brother
frustrated [C]with a gun
And robbin' [Am]all your
fools for your money
[C]Dopin' cars and stayin' [Am]real low
Before be[Em]hind bars and rollin' my belt
[Am]To let your foes k[C]now I'm on
with my right hand man
[Am]Mellow T with [Em]the chrome
And I [Am]ain't scared to barbecue
you chumps who [C]got beat
I smooth roll up [Am]and take your
bucket [Em]in a heartbeat
Especially when I [Am]gotta get a pack [C]for that lick
I rob that fool [Am]to get my roll o[Em]n quick
Then set up shop [Am]from twelve
noon to [C]four -thirty
And stash in that grip
[Am]before them pigs [Em]catch me dirty
I'm [Am]checkin'
It's just a game of give and [C]take
[F]Then nobody give me [C]mine
So break yo self, Trigg I duck a foot
and then I'm cruisin' in a six -a -deuce
I peep a punker with a trunk of funk,
my pistol shoot
It's murder, one, it's robbery,
that's what you tellin' me
I got no lover from my pop,
that's why I'm killin' G
[Am]Them P .I .G.'s my [C]enemies,
they wanna see me dead
[Am]No homicides, a be[Em]tter life,
I think I got em scared
[Am]The smoothest creep
I [C]get's a Russia
when I jack a fool
[Am]I make a move up to [Em]my crib,
I see the county blue
[Am]They beat me down [C]like a Rodney
cause my skin is black
[Am]I stopped the jackin',
[Em]now I'm packin' and I'm sellin' crack
[Am]I do my business on [C]the blocker
like a John Gotti
The god[Am]father of the [Em]circus,
like a QC party
[Am]Them young 'uns fool,
they [C]want some props,
I'm in my G -O -Track
[Am]I feel the G .A .T. in my back

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Dujaka Gajak