Who U Jackin

[Verse 1: Paula Perry & Masta Ace]
One one two two, check it I can't stay home
Gotta take a walk down to block to the payphone
Do you run? No, like I said before I walk Oh
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
Late 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 in the 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
Paula Perry ain't lackin, in fact I'm packin
Get back, and nigga who you jackin?

[Hook: Masta Ace and Paula Perry]
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Who you jackin?

[Verse 2: Masta Ace and Paula Perry]
I'm come comin to getcha, with your bangles in your ears
With your Gucci link to match 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 schemin dreamin I'mma play ya like a bad joke
You're trying to scare 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 stash
Well, I'mma jiggaboo (yeah), with an attitude (yeah, yeah)
Better to slice and dice and crush you like ice so don't get rude
Make your moves so I can dat that bullshit
Quick nigga quick, before you lose your dick
This ain't no movie so dont be actin
Stupid on a girl like me, nigga, who you jackin?

[Hook: Masta Ace and Paula Perry]
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[Verse 3: Masta Ace and 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 split you in half, fuck it I ain't butter
I'm Paula Perry leavin' body parts in a gutter
So who you jackin?
You baby, check it
You're lucky I don't leave you in the street butt naked
With your ass out froze the fuck up
I'll be vickin (You be what-in?)
Jackin, that's another name for stickin
And tricking, a chicker like, baby what's your name and gamin?
I'll snatch your whole shit and then I'm flamin
Right down to block, yeah, I'll teach you holy mo
But the P knows the time, so yo ass had better go
You're getting too close, really, what is this?
I think it's about time your face was opened up for business

[Interlude]
Oh shit, this bitch cut me up!
Oh shit, ah!!

[Hook: Masta Ace and Paula Perry]
You baby (what?)
You baby (what?)
You baby (what?)
Who you jackin?
You baby (what?)
You baby (what?)
You baby (what?)
So who you jackin?
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Who you jackin?
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"Checka, checka, check it out"