Verse 1
(the Jacka)
No surrender no retreat born on the streets
It’s war on the streets I die out there
But fuck it we here
Fuck we thugs fuck school fuck love
For my nigga or bitch cuz everybody is fake I got the eyez of a snake
I never blink I never cry
Even when my partners die I just give’em a thug fly
No doubt and if I wasn’t high I probably blow my fucking brains out

Verse 2
(C-Bo)
We put niggas on bed rest
Jack the hustle by the ap nine fed ex
Put 20’s on navi’s on benz’s with tvs in head rests def cap with a tec
Step with a all black fully weapon a wet
When I swere on the set
10 minutes hit the curb tecs spit without a word
(Buck buck buck buck)
Get away from the ghetto bird
Pedal to the medal coming off the curb
With five niggas will I ride nigga
If I die will anyone put it to the sky nigga
Bullets fly from a thug nigga
I’m the nigga with a plug and drug dealers
Plus rapping don’t even wanna slug nigga
Cap me and drag me to the mug nigga

Chorus
(the jack)
No surrender no retreat
Even when they guns aimed at us
I rather see’em splashed in the heat that they got us
Real ridas do it life in the belly
Life with a celly niggas been through it all
So what the fuck can you tell me
No retreat no surrender lost my nigga last winter
In the cold war nigga I got to kill for
Yo I don’t give a fuck I’m probably gone die to
But I know I never give up never give up
No surrender no retreat

Verse 3
(Hustlah)
Suckas retreat I never go alive
I rather smother there whole force
I bought the beat and tried to fly
But if I don’t fly but my nine in the sky
Mazala praizala hit the water and die
With my arms across my chest then loose grip of my nine
Just in case the ones
I blaze weight for me and the va seeing death
When I close my eyes so I keep’em open niggas is dieing to
Survive no we living to die

Verse 4
(ap9)
There’s no way niggas will get away
My niggas won’t play with a ak spray now niggas won’t get away
It’s just another day where bodys lay deep in the grave
No surrender no retreat
My life in these streets tell me see suckas get touched it tuff luck
When a chop bust I get head rush when I let go
And the feds gone fed gone
Come swoop that nigga with have gone your dead wrong
Get ben I rather die than live in the pen born head with the murder
rate on
the rise where nobody cries

Chorus

Verse 5
(Fedx)
I woke up about noon I think the other was like june
Daily paper to my face I’m like finally meeting my doom
Murder case and they flew fed ex
I’m feeling dazed and confused
In the lex drinking clutching my two’s
Clean and hennessey bottles cleaning the clips in my rollow
My motto become a copo world bring another apollo
Dump hollows out my rollow for dough making bitch niggas die slow
Mob figgas control the money flow

Verse 6
(Ridah)
No surrender no retreat I probably die with my heat cocked
In the blaze glory in my taurus toward the three cops
On the street block is where I ball shots seens niggas fall
By the time I was grown probably been did it all
The judge think he got trying to take my life without me dieing
Juvenile strikes gone hurt me so I sent 30 shots flying
Heavy metal in my draws
I’m a rebel with a cause while niggas is fronting playing thug
While being the first to die running

Chorus