Letter 2 Jah (Jah Remix) ft. Jah Lyrics

Whistle

Jah onna beat

Ball from the free throw line

I feel like Ray Allen

Shoot you with my ray

No black ops

My shooter spray

My shooter spray

My Glock gay

He make niggas pay

Change yo mood

Now you late

The party over grab the K

Make yo bed

Now you lay

Ion get no sleep

I need to get paid

Yea I need to get paid

I'm onna chase

He talking slick

Make em pay

Yea, Yea

Make em pay

I got fucked over everyday

Now I live life

And I eat cake

Jah ain't shit WHAT!

Jah ain't bitch WHAT!

He talking like he gone check

I was talking to Jay

We made a bet

Yea, I bet you that he run

Nah, I bet you that he don't

He gone run to the net and spread

Ion know durk

But I heard rumors

He got infected

Call em tumor

Learn some manners

Yo mama a tutor

Six Hundred rhymes

Ian steal from Booka

Five hundred Crimes

I hit onna scooter

Four hundred times

I listened to Luda

Back in O Six

I had a Fupa

Lost it to the drugs WHAT!

Now I get rid of bugs

Not from the bed

They come from hugs

Hoes love to beg

She a stallion

Fuck is a Meg

She caught bodies

Now she owe a arm and leg

She a boss bitch

She look good

In red

I'm her favorite

I had a talk with Ted

I had to change my situation

Fuck a competition

I showed dedication

I used my education

Lesson after lesson

Switch out the Wesson

Switch out the Glocks

Scratch off the tags

I grew up touching mags

Now I pop tags go

Now I pop tags

This my Letter to Jah

Go

Ain't no more free smook man

Smook home go