aite dis poem was written by me and my nigga ladi j on some bored shit in 06 it tells a story tell me wat yall think
ladi j
me
Jack Boy, Jack boy dats wat the name is, no legit job but he got his own bizz, many people knew his occupation, he was known to rob but the girls didnt care, to dem, he was a heart throb. niggas aint like him, they felf he was a threat, he robbed anybody and everybody that he met, jack boy was serious and he was all bout his money and he really didnt smile if nothin wasnt funny. he cared nothin fa females it was money ova bitches he watched his back at all times lookin out fa da hatas and the snitches careesed and sexed the bitches, which stole from den left to find a new victim he could put his move on next. jack boy heard on the streets about a 2 mil stash. if he hit dis stash dis robbery could be his last so he went in isolation to make out the perfect plan he went over it again and again makin sure nothin hit the fan. finally it was time to put his plan to work at 11:30 he had on a black mask, pants, shoes and shirt. He crept up the driveway leading to the house no one would have ever seen him and he was quiet as a mouse. he looked in the window and saw a house full of niggas so he stood by the door wit his finger on da trigga "muthafucka you know wat dis is" he said as he kicked in the door " Don't nobody move and get the fuck on the floor!, who's da head of da house i want the whole mill and empty out all ya pockets cuz i want every bill!" . . .
"man nigga, you got me fucked up, you see all dese niggas in here? Ha ha you bout ta get fucked up" said da leader of the group, who was ugly as fuck, now jack boy was thinkin "he gotta be kiddin me man, its only 7 dudes in dis bitch, I can kill em all wit a blindolf and a rope on my hands." He knew none of dem was strapped cuz he caught dem slippen they had 4 niggas smokin crack from a dish and 2 niggas watchin pornos on a network dey call dish and 1 nigga in da back in da bathroom pissin. So jack boy said listen get on da floor or ima kill yall no doubt, give me da stash i give you ya life and im out. but dey steady laughin, dey thought he was playin so he killed all, sept one, and left em in da corner sayin " Come on man let me live have sympathy, I'l give you da combination . . long as we split it 50/50." jack boy laughed inside and told em "yea dats cool" knowin when he get da combo, he gon leave em, in his own blood pool. It's 5-31-27, jack boy seen it was right wit ova 2 mil in it and put da glock to his melon, dis nigga gon start cryin and yellin. so he blew his brains out and left em in a big thick basement. den jack boy got da money and set a fire in dat big thick basement. he left da house singin " I grew up a fuckin screw up, but look at me now i fuckin blew up" " drop da bags and put ya hands up" said a police officer who jack boy didnt hear come up, now jack boy had a decision to make, should he run or jus give up
"damn its only 2 i can take em, dey both skinny, but hey, i can shake em. i can run around to da back wit da stash on my back, if dey start shootin I START SHOOTIN wit my hands on my gat. i can hop dat fence run down da street a lil bit, damn but its a dog ova dea i can get bit, well fuck it i can take da risk, dey aint fina take my stash i got money out da ass no homo but im rich. o yea on 12th and 15th its dat one chick i can stop ova dea dat a be real quick" so jack boy did jus as he said and got to da girl house as quick as he said. he got in slammed da door all sweatin and shit, he turned around and she said " you da jack boy" he replied "you know it chick" den she pulled out her gun and said " im jack qirl bitch"
to be continued . .
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