Just cause that’s yo nigga don’t mean he for ya You lil' bummy bitch. Lyrics to In My City. I ain’t worried about you I got more shooters than Obama [Intro: Jackboy] Girl, that stanky fuck. This real rap, no cap, this ain't my imaginary Boot up on them jiggas we’on know nothing bout acting proper I’ma do ya like I never knew ya, Can’t be messing with some of you niggas that’s from where I’m from My dog just got up outta jail now he in a cemetery The rules in the street we will bring it to ya mama Every nigga in my city fuckin' legendary Can't get on my block, ain't cutting the check, then we gon' starve you. I ain't worried about you, I got more shooters than Obama She a witness too, might tag her You never know, can't let him fool ya Booted up on them jiggas, we don't know nothing 'bout acting proper 'Fore you cross me I'm a send shots through ya My lil' nigga steppin', he gon' step on you in Prada Every nigga in my city tote a choppa. [Verse 2] This real rap, no cap, this ain't my imaginary [Intro] Every nigga in my city tote a chopper Micheal & David Lane on paperwork How the fuck a street nigga the main witness? When the pressure come, I'm a blast first Can't get on my block, ain't cutting the check, then we gon' starve you Boot up on them jiggas we’on know nothing bout acting proper How the fuck a street nigga doing police business Play no games with the tool can’t let them toy ya This real rap no cap this ain’t my imaginary. Booted up on them jiggas, we don't know nothing 'bout acting proper Ain't playin' no games my niggas gon' burn ya Every nigga in my city fuckin’ legendary. I'm tryna spin on one of you weird niggas 'til all your friends are dead Every nigga in my city tote a choppa Boot up on them jiggas we’on know nothing bout acting proper Can’t trust none of you rappers my lil niggas gone wanna rob ya Can’t get on my block ain’t cutting no check then we gone starve ya Ain’t got no vest up on ya chest don’t run up on me Ain't shooting in the air my niggas don't warn ya This real rap no cap this ain’t my imaginary. Play with one of mines then I’ma come for ya See you with it and they try to destroy ya Ain’t no rules when it’s beef we bombing shit up like Osama I ain't worried about you, bitch you run up, you a goner lyrics In My City by Jackboy: Boy you gotta keep a gun 'cause this shit get hella scaryMy dog just got up outta jail now he in a cemeteryThis real rap no cap this ain’t my imaginaryEvery nigga in my city … Boy you gotta keep a gun cause this shit get hella scary My dog just got up outta jail now he in a cemetery This real rap no cap this ain’t my imaginary Every nigga in my city fuckin’ legendary Ain't got no vest up on your chest don't, run up on me, dumb Every nigga in my city tote a choppa. [Chorus] How the fuck a street nigga doing police business? Boy you gotta keep a gun cause this shit get hella scary Ain't nuthin' changed I'm in my lamb With the stick jumpin' out the hood Ain't nothing changed even with the fame (I wish a nigga would) Mama taught me don't play the fool Thanking mama I understood Get ready on that beat and I ain't tell I got food Pretty nigga gon' claim that beat Well Jackboy clean the plate Jackboy In My City Lyrics. The rules in the street, we will bring it to your mama I’m tryna spin on one of you weird niggas till all your friends are dead Your shit so fucked up. Steady chasing hoes you gone lack first Micheal & David Lane on paperwork Steady chasing hoes you gon' lack first My dog just got up outta jail now he in a cemetery. You never know he might do it to ya She a witness too might tag her Can’t trust none of you rappers my lil niggas gone wanna rob ya [Jackboy:] Girl, that stanky fuck Your shit so fucked up You lil' hungry bitch I'm talkin' 'bout Haj slid the beat You lil' bummy bitch She just wanna fuck me for my money (For them hundreds, bitch) So I make her fuck me and my buddy (Me and Kodak, bitch) Yeah, you a … Bag on yo head gone push yo shit back like a barber 'Cause they catch me if they catch her Bag on yo head my lil niggas try to make that dollar These niggas acting like they real niggas but they working for the feds My dog just got up outta jail now he in the cemetery In My City Lyrics: (Lan, this beat so crazy) / (Felipe S) / (James about that check, boy) / Boy, you gotta keep a gun 'cause this shit get hella scary / My dog just got up outta jail now he in the Every nigga in my city tote a chopper Every nigga in my city fuckin’ legendary Every nigga in my city tote a choppa. Can't get on my block, ain't cutting the check, then we gon' starve you Play "In My City". You lil' hungry bitch. Can't trust none of you rappers, my lil' niggas gon' wanna rob you Every nigga in my city fuckin' legendary. My dog just got up outta jail now he in the cemetery (Felipe S) Boy you gotta keep a gun cause this shit get hella scary. This real rap no cap this ain’t my imaginary Can’t get on my block ain’t cutting no check then we gone starve ya. Can't be messing with some of you niggas that's from where I’m from My dog just got up outta jail now he in the cemetery How the fuck you niggas steppin' and you never shot your gun? on Amazon Music Unlimited (ad) "In My City". Fore you cross me I’m a send shots through ya See you with it and they try to destroy ya Can’t get on my block ain’t cutting no check then we gone starve ya, My lil nigga steppin, he gone step on you in Prada My dog just got up outta jail now he in a cemetery. Jackboy Lyrics. You never know can’t let him fool ya The ones you ain't expecting, that's gon' be the ones that crack first When the pressure come I’m a blast first I'ma do ya like I never knew ya Bag on your head, my lil' niggas tryna make that dollar Play no games with the tool can't let 'em toy ya Subscribe and press () to join the Notification Squad and stay updated with new uploads. And if you got one bring another one for ya potna nem Boy, you gotta keep a gun 'cause this shit get hella scary Every nigga in my city fuckin' legendary This real rap no cap this ain’t my imaginary Jackboy In My City lyrics Boy you gotta keep a gun cause this shit get hella scary My dog just got up outta jail now he in a cemetery This real rap no cap this ain’t my imaginary In My City Lyrics by JackBoy [Chorus – Jackboy] Boy you gotta keep a gun cause this sh!t get hella scary My dog just got up outta jail now he in a cemetery This real rap no cap this ain’t my imaginary Every niqqa in my city f–kin’ legendary Every niqqa in my city tote a choppa