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from the album The Definitive Collection ·Copyright: Writer(s): Thomas Mutschein, Candis Grey, Jim Dust Lyrics Terms of Use

In the morning you go gunning
For the man who stole your water
And you fire till he is done in
But they catch you at the border
And the mourners are all singing
As they drag you by your feet
But the hangman isn't hanging
And they put you on the street, yeah

You go back, Jack
Do it again
Wheel turnin' round and round
You go back, Jack
Do it again

When you know she's no high climber
Then you find your only friend
In a room with your two timer
And you're sure you're near the end
Then you love a little wild one
And she brings you only sorrow
All the time you know she's smiling
You'll be on your knees tomorrow, yeah

You go back, Jack
Do it again
Wheel turnin' round and round
You go back, Jack
Do it again

Now you swear and kick and beg us
That you're not a gambling man
Then you find you're back in Vegas
With a handle in your hand
Your black cards can make you money
So you hide them when you're able
In the land of milk and honey
You must put them on the table, yeah

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You go back, Jack
Do it again
Wheel turnin' round and round
You go back, Jack
Do it again

Letra Black Jack Revolver 38 Special

Advisory - the following lyrics contain explicit language:

Chorus: {ms. tee}
Fuck tha police, they took so long to come
So nigga's grab yo gun, fuck the police
So where they at where they at
So nigga's bring yo gat
{2x}

{b.g.}
I'm runnin' from the police they after me
I ain't goin' down try'na fix me with a case
Try'na strap me in that underground
Runnin' and shakin' it I'm movin' like the runnin' man
Tec's in my chest and amide in my fuckin' hand
B.g. on a run peepin' out a fuckin' alias
Busters got me covered there's some gangsters out that tenth
I caught two-o seven two fourteen and two await
I'm gettin' blunted out with them niggas in the fuckin' gate
I got on my all black steady walkin' up inferred
Under my black there's a fuckin' tec
Bitches talkin' shit runnin' off at the mouth
Some hoe just snitched on my honeycoon hideout
Now I got to travel long police still rollin' free
Criminal at fourteen I'm thinkin' what the fuck to do
Boo-koo on the ramps I don't care if I die
When I was setup say good-bye to the good guys
I think it's time for war they increased violence fuck the peace
Comin' out the alley with my gear bustin' at the police
I'm try'na hit 'em I'm try'na leave they brains on the floor
They try'na play me like a hoe from the local 5-8-0
But ain't no days like that where I'm from
If they want some bests believe them bitches got's to come get some
A nigga gettin' busy in the computer my name is lifted
Fuck them blue terr wears and the fuckin' second mission
On my dick try'na take me down underground
Try'na blame me, try'na frame me they try'na get me
They won't quit they just won't quick
They try'na stick me with some shit that I didn't commit
Fuck tha police

{mr. ivan}
Ain't this a bitch they try'na make a nigga jump up
Shoulder slug blast and kill a fuckin' cop up
Bout to hop in some hot shit that ticker ticker!
Catch me, catch my black ass, but they wanna try to strap my ass
The surveillance, from the he say she say shit
Fuck what'cha said 'cause ya wind up a dead bitch
He pulled out the luger 'cause he crooked and wanna do me
But let's see a real player, keep up on what they doin' to me
Pushin' the chronic, that shit to make yo pocket's fat and
If you right plan to use yo gat, then we plan to run mud on them
Lil' piggy's, that mean I'm comin' out dead or alive comin' get me
Bitch don't tell me shit, ya need to wear yo fuckin' vest
If I get a seeker I'm a knock yo badge of yo chest
Fuck the task, the f.b.i. and yes i'ma do yo sheriff
I'm called the courier that's the one to blow ya
Time to get a nickel for the shit that I did
Motherfucker drop it, ya see ivan think you can fuck with me

Chorus

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{ms. tee}
Now why the fuck the police is on my block
Try'na sit me down, sayin' ya fuckin' sellin' rock's
But I know the pussy ass bitches put it one me
'cause they couldn't find my stash 'cause nobody knows
I keep my rock's in my pussy hole
'cause I'm a bitch so ya can't touch uh I miss and never muffer
Touch in the wrong way and I stab ya in yo gut
Like stuckin' to fuckin' I take my nine and I pluck 'em
Snipin' ass nigga, like to get over
One will and have my weight over my shoulder
Stupid ass bitches always puttin' a nigga down
That's why I never let them motherfuckers around
So check it, when we need 'em
They take so long to come uhh and
The damage is done uhh, so when we need 'em they
Take so long to come, 'cause they diggy doggy dumb man fuck the police

{black jack}
Project life, with the rat and the roaches
Tell me if ya ready when the danger approaches
Crack fiend's triple beam, like it's on the scale
Close yo eyes, forever may you rest in hell
Gettin' out the ghetto is only a dream in most cases
Never had nothin' but momma always gave us love
Lost queen, from pain from a youngster
Shot six times in the back by the dumpster
Be cautious when ya step, but don't step to light
'cause the tec is in the ghetto in the projects at night
Some gangsta ass nigga's slangin' crack on the corner
All blacked up with the gangsta ptonma
Try'na make a livin', try'na have him lil' some some
Them white folk's as cop don't want to see me as nothin'
But a nigga got soul, with a mouth full of gold and
I don't give a fuck bout none of you hoes
Brangin' terror with no error to the mother fuckin' po-pos
You know that nigga the jiggy jiggy jack-o
That's comin' to the top with no motherfuckin' peace
Nigga peep game mother fuck tha police

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{lil' slim}
Zero, zero, nine one one
Bitch ass trick ass, cop's have yet to come
'cause uhh, deuce revolvers is my problem solvers
Shit shake yo ass now ya up like yo father
I got's to get away, I got's to get an disguise
The rat's his on my ass time to get the fuck out of dodge
'cause I'm to known for sellin' stone's on my fuckin' block
These nigga's got these ki's I get these fuckin' flipper rock's
Duckin' and dodgin' and steady mobbin' but the law keep's callin'
'cause they hear a nigga ballin' nigga I roll's quicker out the cut
The quicker to break 'em up, 'cause a nigga straight money struck
Bailin' from the north 'cause that's my thang
The motherfuckin' corn meal is the shit I slang
Been did it and done it fuck that nigga done stunt'ed
I'm runnin' and gunnin' show them nigga's ain't nothin' funny

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Chorus