Dream The Jacka (Ft. Ampichino & Zion I)

[Intro: The Jacka]
Clap, yeah
Four in the morning, nigga
Check

[Verse 1: The Jacka]
I guess I revived the scene
They finally realize who's king
I remind them so much of who they supposed to be
The best time I ever had in my life was free
Grab the mic on the stage, rip the crowd
Everybody was amazed, then look at me now
Even though I'm on I still help my little niggas sprout
Prayed for a change in the hood but (It was all a dream)

[Verse 2: Ampichino]
I used to spray AR magazines
On the block where it's hot, servin' crack to fiends
Lookin' at high beams, runnin' from sirens
The mob ain't no team we a fuckin' machine
Regime, Treal Shottaz, Devilz Rejectz
All through traffic with a MAC in the P-jects
Fuck the boys, we did it off the muscle
Fake thugs, I'm Ray Luv, "Forever Hustlin'"
We came from nothin' to somethin'
I gave my young niggas the script to keep bumpin'
If the Feds get on your dick, then keep dumpin'
Think go slick, try to get nigga rich like Mr. Drummond
You can get what you want no problem-o
Drive up and get served right through your car window
You can cop like Carl Winslow
Come up short I'm all in your spot with a four nickel