Testi:
Jack S Broken Heart Change Over

crowds fast paced world without sound too busy with their profound days to see the right that?s found me pity the shallow, shut out what?s hollow because

It's somethin' like religion where we stay. Man, my middle name is crime. [The Jacka:] It's been a long time, youngin, Change ain't comin, ' Long dry summer, 'Til you hear

lota people with this one {see you at the crossroads, crossroads} Woah...that was deep (that was from the heart dog) Oh man {stalkin' gat moves, walkin' jack

I spit jack, think witch dreams Of automatics, M-16s, submachines Slugly screams of blood Clear out clubs, air out mugs, put wings on thugs It's your

his name was Jackie Chan Not Charles Brownson Once you hear the whistle, even Grandmas is stackin' up on old wooden pistols Nobody's thinking by the

pertains to cocaine it's a stain that rain See summer roll around niggaz holla bout change Then they steady move them ki's like Bob James Cause old man winter's

skrill So I can stack 'til I peel I can change for the good Half an hour, I'm there [?] She's mine Plus she's blind to the fact that I'm The Jacka Mista

spit this, Kris hit this [KRS-One] Yo... if it's all about the hundreds, let's try to get two 50s Don't stop and switch a temple, let's work and build

, lyrically respected Cars I 23 'em and armor all the tires up, And keep a long line of hoes like fire trucks It's just the broke rapper's talkin' all