2100
Ebk Jaaybo Lyrics
Jump to: Overall Meaning ↴ Line by Line Meaning ↴Oh, wait a minute, how we serving this motherfucker?
Ayy, where the juice at, nigga?
Ayy, switch that beat, that weak ass shit
Fuck is that? Turn that shit off, man
Stop playing, man
Oh, there he go
Ayy, get up on that though
(Ayy, ayy, check this out, check this out) (My nigga Gio on this beat, bro)
Murder after murder, blood, you know what it is
Fuck the babies, when it comes down to it, they get hit
Smoke the kid, every nigga 'round here got a stick
Ain't have time to buy a cup, boy, I'm sipping out the brick
Chicken strips, baby, you gon' strip or you gon' hoe?
Never fold, Southeast, I'm so 21-double-oh
Can't break the codе, plenty of niggas did when they told
Just don't chokе on the drill, bust the fully 'til it's gone
Oh no, me no give you dick if you broke
Sent her home, slapped the bitch for taking pictures in my phone
Like what you on? Fucking up what I got going on
I would risk it but you ain't got no cheese and you a hoe
So he told, feds been tapping the brodie phone
He been tryna smoke a opp, I love the hype that brodie on
Ayy, get him gone, smoke a opp then put it in a song
K's up, Kasino world, free my thugs out the hole
Level four, had to keep a hundred, free my Crips
Southside, you ain't slide, that's a lie he say he did, he telling myths
Bitch, go get a bag, you ain't exempt
Fuck it up, ain't got a job, pussy pop, got the kicks, toot it up
I know you like the way I beat it up, baby
Slow it down, shake that shit, speed it up, lady
You said you wanna fuck with a thug, pay me
Don't want my seed if you don't wanna have a thug baby
Do a hundred, smoke something, y'all make a lot of songs
Faceshot, we face opps, blood partners gone
Pop a pill, pop a nigga, now my problems gone
Slid through a nigga residence, now he ain't got a home
Cop a pole, shake something with that shit, nigga
Walk a nigga down, don't disappoint me on this skit, nigga
Rip his chest open, leave his guts in his whip, nigga
Was a stepper, got stepped on and he snitched, nigga
Flip niggas, touch no nerd to the top hat
Fresh out, hit Slo-Be like, "Where them Glocks at?"
My gutter boys apply pressure, where the chops at?
You hard body, so is F and N
Satan just knocked at the door, Tootie, let him in
Brains on my white Air Forces, that's a messy skit
Put lil' brodie on the team, I hope he represent
On 21, I'll never switch, nigga
Overall Meaning
The song "2100" by EBK Jaaybo is a hard-hitting track that speaks to the gritty realities of life as a gangster in Southeast, a neighborhood in Washington D.C. The lyrics are straightforward and unapologetic, with each verse describing violence, drug use, and the code of silence that governs gang activity. The opening lines set the tone for the rest of the song, as the singer demands a better beat and more "juice," or energy, in the studio. From there, the lyrics discuss murder, drug use, and betrayal, all in a matter-of-fact tone that suggests these activities are normal within the gang culture of Southeast.
One interesting aspect of the song is the way it presents gang activity as both dangerous and glamorous. The singer mentions the risks he takes when committing crimes, as well as the rush he feels when he succeeds. At the same time, he acknowledges the toll that this lifestyle takes on him and others, referring to the murder of innocent babies and the way his actions have left a fellow gang member facing prison time. The song also touches on themes of loyalty and betrayal, as the singer warns against snitching and talks about the ways in which gang members must rely on each other to survive.
Line by Line Meaning
Oh, wait a minute, how we serving this motherfucker?
What's the plan for our next move?
Ayy, where the juice at, nigga?
Where's the energy and motivation?
Ayy, switch that beat, that weak ass shit
Change the music, it isn't good enough
Fuck is that? Turn that shit off, man
This music is unacceptable and unappealing
Stop playing, man
Be serious, we need to focus
Oh, there he go
He's arrived, let's get to work
Ayy, get up on that though
Let's make a move and don't waste time
(Ayy, ayy, check this out, check this out)
Pay attention to this, it's important
(My nigga Gio on this beat, bro)
Gio produced this track
Murder after murder, blood, you know what it is
We are part of a gang that commits repeated murders
Fuck the babies, when it comes down to it, they get hit
Even innocent children become victims in our violent lifestyle
Smoke the kid, every nigga 'round here got a stick
Kill the young ones, everyone here is armed
Ain't have time to buy a cup, boy, I'm sipping out the brick
I'm drinking out of a drug brick because I didn't have time to get a cup
Chicken strips, baby, you gon' strip or you gon' hoe?
Will you work as a stripper or a prostitute?
Never fold, Southeast, I'm so 21-double-oh
I'm loyal to my gang and represent the Southeast, 2100
Can't break the code, plenty of niggas did when they told
Many have betrayed our code by snitching
Just don't choke on the drill, bust the fully 'til it's gone
Don't hesitate during an attack and use the gun until it's empty
Oh no, me no give you dick if you broke
I won't have sex with you if you're poor
Sent her home, slapped the bitch for taking pictures in my phone
I sent her home and hit her for violating my privacy
Like what you on? Fucking up what I got going on
What are you doing? You're interfering with my plans
I would risk it but you ain't got no cheese and you a hoe
I would take a chance with you, but you're broke and promiscuous
So he told, feds been tapping the brodie phone
Someone snitched and the federal authorities are listening in on our conversations
He been tryna smoke a opp, I love the hype that brodie on
He's been attempting to kill our rivals, and I enjoy his enthusiasm
Ayy, get him gone, smoke a opp then put it in a song
Let's kill our opponent and turn it into a song
K's up, Kasino world, free my thugs out the hole
Guns up, I represent the Kasino gang, and I want my imprisoned friends released
Level four, had to keep a hundred, free my Crips
I was in maximum security and remained true to my gang, free my incarcerated Crip friends
Southside, you ain't slide, that's a lie he say he did, he telling myths
Someone is lying about holding it down for the Southside gang
Bitch, go get a bag, you ain't exempt
Get some money, don't think you're exempt from the lifestyle
Fuck it up, ain't got a job, pussy pop, got the kicks, toot it up
Even if you're unemployed, use your body for income and dance provocatively
I know you like the way I beat it up, baby
I know you enjoy the sex we have
Slow it down, shake that shit, speed it up, lady
Vary the speed of your dance moves
You said you wanna fuck with a thug, pay me
If you want to be with someone like me, you have to pay up
Don't want my seed if you don't wanna have a thug baby
Don't have a child with me if you don't want them to be part of this lifestyle
Do a hundred, smoke something, y'all make a lot of songs
Drive fast and smoke weed, we create many songs
Faceshot, we face opps, blood partners gone
We aim for headshots when attacking our rivals, and we've lost members to violence
Pop a pill, pop a nigga, now my problems gone
Take drugs and kill enemies, it solves my issues
Slid through a nigga residence, now he ain't got a home
We raided someone's home and made them homeless
Cop a pole, shake something with that shit, nigga
Acquire a gun, and use it to intimidate others
Walk a nigga down, don't disappoint me on this skit, nigga
Confront someone and don't let me down
Rip his chest open, leave his guts in his whip, nigga
Kill someone and mutilate their body
Was a stepper, got stepped on and he snitched, nigga
Someone who used to be violent and committed crimes turned informant
Flip niggas, touch no nerd to the top hat
We switch up our loyalty and don't discriminate, anyone can get it
Fresh out, hit Slo-Be like, "Where them Glocks at?"
Just released from jail, I immediately contacted Slo-Be and asked for firearms
My gutter boys apply pressure, where the chops at?
My dangerous friends can handle anything, where are the guns?
You hard body, so is F and N
You're tough, but so is the gun
Satan just knocked at the door, Tootie, let him in
Evil has arrived, and we welcome it
Brains on my white Air Forces, that's a messy skit
Someone's brains are on my shoes, it's a disturbing sight
Put lil' brodie on the team, I hope he represent
I added someone new to my group and hope they meet my expectations
On 21, I'll never switch, nigga
I will always represent and stay loyal to the gang 2100
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