Jack B. Nimble Lyrics - Slaughtahouse - Masta Ace Incorporated

Yeah, it's a real sad story 

Show you just how unjust this world is 

Let me tell ya bout a guy named Jack 

Jack .B. Nimble, Jack be quick 

There's a cop running right behind you with a stick 

Better run Jack, run Jack, run Jack, run 

Better hide that gun Jack, hide that gun son 

Things look bad now, they're gonna get worse though 

Look, there's an alley, take off in a burst yo 

It sure is dark Jack, it smells like piss aiyyo 

Look at that big rat, here hit him with this man 

Uh oh quiet, here comes that copper 

Get in this garbage can and put it on the top 

Uhhh, yeah yeah, that's pretty slick 

What a trick, he walked right past, what a dick 

I think he's gone now, ready set, now jet 

You better run Jack run Jack, don't stop yet 

There's a patrol car, they're searchin' the area 

You think you're scared now, it's gonna get scarier 

Don't be mosin', they're closin' in kid 

See what having that darker skin did 

Now which way Jack, 'cause you need a breather 

And a good lawyer, you won't get either 

Up those stairs Jack, your sister's building 

The cops will leave soon, so stay there till then 

But she's not home so you can keep on knockin' 

Take out a slim jim and pick the lock and 

Now you're safe, can you believe those guys? 

Hunting you down with such hate in their eyes 

But now you can rest Jack, but oh what a mess black 

Run to the bathroom, and flush away the crack 

Maybe you should a just kept your mouth quiet 

Never knew that it would cause such a riot 

Peek out the window, to see who's lurkin' 

Twenty cop cars, hey this ain't workin' 

Someone saw you when you dipped inside they're 

Comin' up the stairs there's no place to hide, yeah 

Good thing you didn't ditch the gun like I said G 

You'd be a sittin' duck, dead full of lead see 

They didn't come to arrest and take you back 

They came to finish and diminish you Jack 

You should a never said that you would start tellin' 

On the cops that was down with the drugs you was sellin' 

So now it's time to take the nine from your back 

'Cause they're kickin' down the door, good luck Jack 

Jack .B. Nimble 

Jack .B. Nimble 

Hey, Jack yo, you better B. Nimble