This brand new North American Arms NAA-22M is a 5-shot revolver which fires the.22 magnum round. It has a 1.625' barrel and stainless finish. This includes a box, lock box and man. You go back, Jack, do it again Now you swear and kick and beg us That you're not a gamblin' man Then you find you're back in Vegas With a handle in your hand Your black cards can make you money So you hide them when you're able In the land of milk and honey You must put them on the table You go back, Jack, do it again Wheel turnin' 'round.
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In the morning you go gunning For the man who stole your water And you fire till he is done in But they catch you at the border And the mourners are all singing As they drag you by your feet But the hangman isn't hanging And they put you on the street, yeah
You go back, Jack Do it again Wheel turnin' round and round You go back, Jack Do it again
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When you know she's no high climber Then you find your only friend In a room with your two timer And you're sure you're near the end Then you love a little wild one And she brings you only sorrow All the time you know she's smiling You'll be on your knees tomorrow, yeah
You go back, Jack Do it again Wheel turnin' round and round You go back, Jack Do it again
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Now you swear and kick and beg us That you're not a gambling man Then you find you're back in Vegas With a handle in your hand Your black cards can make you money So you hide them when you're able In the land of milk and honey You must put them on the table, yeah
You go back, Jack Do it again Wheel turnin' round and round You go back, Jack Do it again
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Chorus: {ms. tee} Fuck tha police, they took so long to come So nigga's grab yo gun, fuck the police So where they at where they at So nigga's bring yo gat {2x}
Letra Black Jack Revolver 38 Special
{b.g.} I'm runnin' from the police they after me I ain't goin' down try'na fix me with a case Try'na strap me in that underground Runnin' and shakin' it I'm movin' like the runnin' man Tec's in my chest and amide in my fuckin' hand B.g. on a run peepin' out a fuckin' alias Busters got me covered there's some gangsters out that tenth I caught two-o seven two fourteen and two await I'm gettin' blunted out with them niggas in the fuckin' gate I got on my all black steady walkin' up inferred Under my black there's a fuckin' tec Bitches talkin' shit runnin' off at the mouth Some hoe just snitched on my honeycoon hideout Now I got to travel long police still rollin' free Criminal at fourteen I'm thinkin' what the fuck to do Boo-koo on the ramps I don't care if I die When I was setup say good-bye to the good guys I think it's time for war they increased violence fuck the peace Comin' out the alley with my gear bustin' at the police I'm try'na hit 'em I'm try'na leave they brains on the floor They try'na play me like a hoe from the local 5-8-0 But ain't no days like that where I'm from If they want some bests believe them bitches got's to come get some A nigga gettin' busy in the computer my name is lifted Fuck them blue terr wears and the fuckin' second mission On my dick try'na take me down underground Try'na blame me, try'na frame me they try'na get me They won't quit they just won't quick They try'na stick me with some shit that I didn't commit Fuck tha police
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{mr. ivan} Ain't this a bitch they try'na make a nigga jump up Shoulder slug blast and kill a fuckin' cop up Bout to hop in some hot shit that ticker ticker! Catch me, catch my black ass, but they wanna try to strap my ass The surveillance, from the he say she say shit Fuck what'cha said 'cause ya wind up a dead bitch He pulled out the luger 'cause he crooked and wanna do me But let's see a real player, keep up on what they doin' to me Pushin' the chronic, that shit to make yo pocket's fat and If you right plan to use yo gat, then we plan to run mud on them Lil' piggy's, that mean I'm comin' out dead or alive comin' get me Bitch don't tell me shit, ya need to wear yo fuckin' vest If I get a seeker I'm a knock yo badge of yo chest Fuck the task, the f.b.i. and yes i'ma do yo sheriff I'm called the courier that's the one to blow ya Time to get a nickel for the shit that I did Motherfucker drop it, ya see ivan think you can fuck with me
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Letra Blackjack Revolver
{ms. tee} Now why the fuck the police is on my block Try'na sit me down, sayin' ya fuckin' sellin' rock's But I know the pussy ass bitches put it one me 'cause they couldn't find my stash 'cause nobody knows I keep my rock's in my pussy hole 'cause I'm a bitch so ya can't touch uh I miss and never muffer Touch in the wrong way and I stab ya in yo gut Like stuckin' to fuckin' I take my nine and I pluck 'em Snipin' ass nigga, like to get over One will and have my weight over my shoulder Stupid ass bitches always puttin' a nigga down That's why I never let them motherfuckers around So check it, when we need 'em They take so long to come uhh and The damage is done uhh, so when we need 'em they Take so long to come, 'cause they diggy doggy dumb man fuck the police
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{black jack} Project life, with the rat and the roaches Tell me if ya ready when the danger approaches Crack fiend's triple beam, like it's on the scale Close yo eyes, forever may you rest in hell Gettin' out the ghetto is only a dream in most cases Never had nothin' but momma always gave us love Lost queen, from pain from a youngster Shot six times in the back by the dumpster Be cautious when ya step, but don't step to light 'cause the tec is in the ghetto in the projects at night Some gangsta ass nigga's slangin' crack on the corner All blacked up with the gangsta ptonma Try'na make a livin', try'na have him lil' some some Them white folk's as cop don't want to see me as nothin' But a nigga got soul, with a mouth full of gold and I don't give a fuck bout none of you hoes Brangin' terror with no error to the mother fuckin' po-pos You know that nigga the jiggy jiggy jack-o That's comin' to the top with no motherfuckin' peace Nigga peep game mother fuck tha police
{lil' slim} Zero, zero, nine one one Bitch ass trick ass, cop's have yet to come 'cause uhh, deuce revolvers is my problem solvers Shit shake yo ass now ya up like yo father I got's to get away, I got's to get an disguise The rat's his on my ass time to get the fuck out of dodge 'cause I'm to known for sellin' stone's on my fuckin' block These nigga's got these ki's I get these fuckin' flipper rock's Duckin' and dodgin' and steady mobbin' but the law keep's callin' 'cause they hear a nigga ballin' nigga I roll's quicker out the cut The quicker to break 'em up, 'cause a nigga straight money struck Bailin' from the north 'cause that's my thang The motherfuckin' corn meal is the shit I slang Been did it and done it fuck that nigga done stunt'ed I'm runnin' and gunnin' show them nigga's ain't nothin' funny