Who U Jackin'? - Masta Ace Incorporated

One one two two, check it I can’t stay home

Gotta take walk down to block to the pay phone

«Do you run?»

No, like I said before I walk

Stick up kids hawk, but I don’t stop to talk

I keep my hand on my pocket on my razor

Get too close and I’mma have to graze ya

Late night and early morning scheming at dawn and

Looking to jack what I want

Back back back you better watch yours

I got yours

Cut you like I got claws

Stick em up because

It’s a roothless toothless

Waiting inna thick here

Looking for a vict, yeah

How about this chick here?

Who’s this standing at the corner?

I wonder if he’s on a

Mission to stick cuz he’s a goner

Paula Perry ain’t lackin, in fact I’m packin

Get back, and

Nigga who you jackin?

I’m come comin to get cha, with your bangles in your ears

With your Gucci link to match and I ain’t snatched a chain in years

When a pocket full kicka kicka granny inna back and

When I see you little doe, hey, I dont know how to act

Well… I’m not your neighborhood nice girl, I’m raw as coke

So schemin dreamin I’mma play ya like a bad joke

You’re trying to scare me, but I’m not the one

I’ll pistol-whip that ass, and I don’t even have a gun

I put my foot up to the ass

Of a bitch that think she got class fast

Give up the cash as you can not pass

Feedin readin, I dont mean the grass

Shit’s draastic so chick run the stach

Well, I’mma jiggaboo, with an attitude

Better to slice and dice and crush you like ice so don’t get rude

Make your moves so I can dat that bullshit

Quick nigga quick, before you lose your dick

This ain’t no movie so dont be actin

Stupid on a girl like me, nigga who you jackin?

Ya just skin an' bones so ya need to change the tones

In ya voice ya just another jack by the phones

My pockets need fixing cause the shits is mad broke

If I had my nine your ass would get smoked

But I’mma split you in half fuck it I ain’t butter

I’m Paula Perry leavin' body parts in a gutter

So who you jackin?

You baby check it

You’re lucky I dont leave you in the street butt naked

With your ass out froze the fuck up

I’ll be vickin

You’ll be what-in?

Jackin, thats another name for stickin

And tricking chick you like baby whats your name an gamin

I’ll snatch your whole shit and then I’m flamin

Right down to block, yeah, I’ll teach you holy mo

With a P knows the time, so yo ass had better go

You getting too close, really, what is this?

I think its about time your face was opened up for business