Im Back Pt 2 lyrics

[Intro]
(It's cost finger, baby)
Gang gang gang, let's go n*gga
You ain't talking n*gga, I'm back part two
I don't like gang
(It's cost finger, baby)

[Verse]
Gang gang, you know that i'm back
Mr. Goharba don't feel no black gang gang when I diss on black
I keep a clock 20 in the sack gang gang finesse and I'm pull up
I know them n*ggas see me getting racks
They want to talk, Jay, you really tough what cause you know I'm like that
I got no time for the sympathy, all these n*ggas ain't right on my mind
I feel like a melee n*gga, got the murder in my mind
That n*gga come and you know my grind
n*ggas wanna talk about sh*t, I got no time
I ain't showin' no time, b*tch don't go hop up on flea
Ain't no plaque, when I diss I don't lack
I keep a Glock 20 in the sack, uh-huh
Cause you know I don't lack, I got the bullet
From the nuts in the pack, they wanna talk like Jay gettin' back, yeah
Catch E-man shoot his ass, how it's gon' go, hit him like that
I got no time, I ain't worry about sh*t
How they talkin' likе Jay don't get back
This is for the f*ckin' youth
Ain't nobody short of truth
Look at my eyеs, I'm a demon too
How they f*ckin' with me, n*gga, you lose I got on top of this shot, ain't scrippin'
Cause them n*ggas, they know I ain't pippin' I got these n*ggas, they run like grape
Like bullsh*t, I hold my stick I got the shotty different when I step, yeah
Know that I'm back off the feet
b*tch, I'm gon' hop up the V in the back
How they twerkin', lil' n*gga, it's a fact I got on top of this shot, I'll be back
That n*gga showin' the fact Part two, lil' n*gga, I ain't, I ain't like
Gang, like, f*ck it
What they gon' do, I ain't talkin' to nothin'
Party gon' back out, go get him
Party gon' boom, party gon' rush him
Got no time for this sh*t, I be crushin'
And them n*ggas won't talk about love
b*tches, they talkin' bout love
n*ggas, they talkin' bout hatin'
n*gga, you a f*ck
f*ck, boy, I don't... What?
I got this b*tch, I'ma f*ck her real good
Tell her, beat it
Tell her, show it
b*tch, you won't show me who, b*tch, I'm not hood
That n*gga doin' sh*t Part-time, n*gga, I'ma show you the grind
That n*gga showin' his sh*t ABC, lil' n*gga, it's my time
Got no time for this sh*t It's like the fightin's
I'm about to throw up the bag
How they talkin' like Jay got the Brooklyn?
I'm about to f*ck the streets Yeah, you know I got n*gga got it
Yeah, that's how they f*cking with me. How do you think is they f*cking with me?
How these n*ggas ain't f*ckin' with me
I took four months off on this rap sh*t
How they talkin', ain't no caption
Bodhi always got the packin'
We ain't wearin', we gon' double it
I'm packed, n*gga, keep the chattin'
You ain't see me, what you talkin'?
All these rappers gon' acknowledge me (It's cost finger, baby)
I don't ever need no pus*y, n*gga
All these rappers, n*ggas gon' acknowledge me
I'm packed, b*tch, I gon' hop up the V on a black
Gang, gang, when I diss, I don't whack
I keep a Glock sittin' in a sack
Bam, bam, they wanna talk I got the bullet, nothin' with the pack
They wanna talk, Jay gettin' racks
How they gon' talk, n*gga, I'm gettin' packed
Look, I gotta do it for 50
All these n*ggas, they talkin' bout 50
n*ggas won't talk about sh*t with a bookie
Little n*gga, I keep my bookie
With a stop, where the sh*t got me ick
Like them n*ggas, they feelin' me now
Like these b*tches, they tellin' O.J
We gotta go, get the city now
Uh-huh, I'm about to hop up the V
Mr. Goh opened up back when he see Gang
I know they ain't f*ckin' with me I'm back, part two
n*gga, I don't like, they ain't f*ckin' with me
I got no time, f*ck all these rappers and the industry
Got to top this sh*t, I'm on my own, don't do my own little thing
Got a top of the street, own my own room and do my own little thing Got a top of a bag, party bottom, run up them racks, racks, racks
They wanna talk, cause you know I'm gay inside them racks
Yeah they know, Jay ain't got the city, cause these n*ggas know that I'm Pac-King
[Outro]
Yeah I'm Pac-King, yeah I'm Pac-King