Artist: master p f/C-Bo
Album: master p Presents...West Coast Bad Boyz II
Song: Headin 4 The Jack
Typed by: Seasideplayer@Hotmail.com

[C-Bo]
Woke up at 9 got a page cold 5-10
Head still spinning off that gatorade and gin
Stummbled to the bathroom picked up my mobile phone
Hit power plus the digits now I'm waiting for roam
Umm shook my dick and on the line came master pe

[buster p]
I said "what up bo I gotta lick on some keys"
And we gone do this shit like G'z so meet me in the bay a
Quarter mill of caine foo' so bring your h.k.
And get your gloves cuz you gonna get your hands dirty
Leave them fools dripping I mean cold turkey
And bring your gat cuz we gonna break'em to they knees
And like you say Bo "ratters giving up the cheese"
And don't forget to bring an ounce of that sticky dank
So we be high as a bird as we whoo ride on this gank

[Chorus 3x]
Heading for the jack strapped with the phat gat
Bo and master pe down to rat tat tat tat

[C-Bo]
Got off the phone been on for a half hour
Dropped my draws then hopped off and took a shower
Stepped out put on my guess and some k-swiss
Backed my regal off the grass onto the pavement
Hit I 80 west bound to rich town
Strapped with the h.k. 40 ready to put that sac down
Different environment niggas be retiring
Running up the application with some niggas ain't hiring
I'm on a mission taking mines and getting yours
Like I said before "it's nothing but that hard core"
Me and master pe done hooked up on a murder hit
Two niggas hopping off the drop top straight serving shit
So fools break yourself crack mines off or get dealt with
A.k. cocked one popped will make your dome rip
I'm in it to win it can't let no niggas get away
From the murder one jack and we out to get some
So it's best you ride around with your strap

[Chorus 3x]
Heading for the jack strapped with the phat gat
Bo and master pe down to rat tat tat tat

[musterpe]
Dope in bacardii let the dogs loose to hound me
I'm headed for the county hundred G'z for my fucking bounty
Cuz I'm a killa with no heart
Mass murdering fools bout to amplat they body parts
Like jeffery daumer that ain't no drama
So here's your ghetto pass one way ticket to the bahamas
Ain't no love bitch I thought you knew me
I see his holding thirty two kids a nigga played a uzi
Master pe and bo is headed for that big jack
Move over or get your face cracked
Inferred to your back should I shoot get him for his loot
No one can get him like for the whole muthafucking scoop
Shoot'em up bang bang gotta let my nuts hang
Littin' off rounds off my candy painted mustang
Hit a lick did for some snow and did a drive by sliced it up
Hit'em up like moslem been pies hit the highway
With bo back to the 916
Left the 510 cuz we gone double it up on 20 six
Bumping tupac muthafucking thug life
And reminisicing on our dead homies all fucking night
It was a drought so we craw-day I mean up the price
Cuz this shit was moving too fucking fast
Gats cocked for the jackers rolling with the shank
Got this hoochie in the back talking shit
I just might smash her pull over sideways
Had to pull the top down dank coming out the car
Like steam coming out the ground
Now we on our way to Burbank to the 213
And like B-Legit says "it's gone take 3 tanks"
So pull this muthafucking hog to the filler station
Stopped at the grape vines
See these fools slipping on triple go' daytons

[Chorus 3x]
Heading for the jack strapped with the phat gat
Bo and master pe down to rat tat tat tat

[C-Bo]
Doors down got an extra clip for h.k. fifteen rounds
Adrenaline pumping as I lay everybody face down
Should I kill them no fill the bag
He had mo cashed stashed off in the drop jag
Slammed his hands in the door torture will make him speak
Cock my hammer jam my barrel through his fucking teeth
Got'em caughing up piss and hood cuz the balling ass nigga
Didn't show no love nigga muthafuckers be getting
They hat twisted your best home boy
Done turned into a rat snitch bitch
Got your jag slapped caught up in rag tagged by some niggas
In all black in some fake D.A. hats
Jumping out of rent-a-cars up on your front yard
Running through your front door holding on a fo'fo'
Yelling jack time crack mines I stack mines
And put this shit on record cuz I can back mines

[Chorus 3x]
Heading for the jack strapped with the phat gat
Bo and master pe down to rat tat tat tat