Who U Jackin Lyrics - Slaughtahouse - Masta Ace Incorporated

Verse One: Paula Perry, Masta Ase 

One two one two, check it I can't stay home 

Gotta take walk down to block to the pay phone 

"Do you run?" No, like I said before I walk 

Stick up kids hawk, but I don't stop to talk 

I keep my hand on my pocket on my razor 

get too close and I'ma have to graze ya 

Like night and early morning scheming at dawn and 

Looking to jack what I want 

Back back back you better watch yours 

I got yours 

Cut you like I got claws 

Stick em up because 

It's a roothless toothless 

Waiting inna thick here 

Looking for a vict, yeah 

How about this chick here? 

Who's this standing at the corner? 

I wonder if he's on a 

Mission to stick 'cause he's a goner 

Polo padding yang lacking and fucked up packing 

Get dacking 

Nigga who you jackin? 

Verse Two: Masta Ase, Paula Perry 

I'm come comin to get cha, with your bangles in your ears 

With your Gucci link and I ain't snatched a chain in years 

When a pocket full kicka kicka granny inna back and 

when I see you little doe, hey, i dont know how to act 

Well... I'm not your neighborhood nice girl, I'm raw as coke 

So scheemin seemin I'ma play ya like a bad joke 

You're trying to stab me, but I'm not the one 

I'll pistol-whip that ass, and I don't even have a gun 

I put my foot up to the ass 

Of a bitch that think she got class fast 

Give up the cash as you can not pass 

Feedin readin, I dont mean the grass 

shit's draastic so chick run the stach 

Well, I'ma jiggaboo, with an attitude 

Better to slice and dice and sway like I saw don't get through 

Make your moves so I can dat that bullshit 

quick nigga quick, before you lose your dick 

This aint no movie so dont be actin 

Stupid on a girl like me, nigga who you jackin? 

Verse Three: Masta Ase, Paula Perry 

Ya just skin an' bones so ya need to change the tones 

in ya voice ya just another jack by the phones 

My pockets need fixing cause the shits is mad broke 

If I had my nine your ass would get smoked 

But I'ma slice you in half fuck it I ain't butter 

The name is paula perry puttin' body parts in a gutter 

So who you jackin? 

You baby check it 

You're lucky I dont leave you in the street butt naked 

with your ass out froze the fuck up 

I'll be vickin 

You'll be what-in? 

Jackin, thats another name for stickin 

And tricking chick you like baby whats your name an gamin 

Ill snatch hole you shit and then im flamin 

Right down to block, yeah, Ill teach you holy mo 

With a pea knows the time, so yo ass ought better go 

You getting too close, really, what is this? 

I think its about time to face whats open up to business