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Jacki-o

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Checkmate-
This is la macarena- just call me quanto.
But nowadays everybody wanna be blanco-
Guess i'm renamein' 'em- but i ain't blamein' 'em.
I laugh at these bitches- they macadamia'n.
3-0-5 chin checker- straight down south girl.
You fucking with the real cocaine cowgirl.
Rich.
You can copy her- she got it from me.
You know, the little man- they always want to get it for cheap.
Bitch.
Straight out the lab- ain't been stepped on.
The last real bitch alive has just been slept on- jack rippa'.
No one's above and i'm hated for the same reasons that i'm loved.
They walkin' contradictions- hypocritical thieves.
That's why i don't play with mutts- they all got fleas.
Money make me smile- mother- fucka' friend.
And i don't let shit slide- i love revenge.

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Man, this bitch is jacki-jackin'- she improvise more than an italian actor.
Seems the seamstress ran out of material- she lack fiber like a box of cereal.
Fuck patience- moderate mediation- any technicalities so feel retaliation.
How broke bitches dimes with nine cents- before you get on my page read the fine print.
Jacki, griselda blanco- put my foot up in a rap bitch ass pronto.
I don't do allies- they cause treason.
I don't do emotions- they cloud reason.
I don't play games- i don't play fair- i don't play victim- but i do play dare.
No mercy- love is numb- the pain is like shame i only learned that once.

Bang, bang!
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Y'all better tell these bitches that jacki is bad news- keep an eagle on my stomach like one of my tattoos.
If i up it- i'm gonna aim it.
If i shoot it- don't blame it.
My mama- didn't want me and the street couldn't tame it.
Better slow 'em down- tell 'em stay on they face-
Before i snatch off they lace and have to razor they face.
Bitches ain't trash- they dumpsters.
If i sss-slide up on 'em- you know i'm coming with munsters.
And we don't got sticks- we got logs.
And we like mike vick- killing dogs and all.
Uh-
We don't tolerate haters- cut ya' ass up and feed ya' ass to the gators.
My shit's clean- they steppin' on dope.
None dancein' hoes- steppin' on toes.
Bitches 'bout as real as they facial features- makin' desperate moves is a sign of weakness.

Bang, bang!
Street sweeper cocked and aimed- (inaudible)
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