Lyrics:
still touch 'em
Niggaz ??, that's why we still hustle
For all my niggaz that can't be here
For every tear, send my a prayer, I swear
[Chorus:]
That's bumpin so hard on you hoes
The only ones talkin that shit is DJ-less niggaz
And all playa hatas you know
Chorus
[Juicy J]
Comin from the darkness
from
Raise Your Thugs Up
[Juicy J]
North North Three 6 Mafia
Three 6 Mafia Runnin thangs drankin with the drama king
Swingin from the left to the right
Suckers run up to get beat down
Never in the public unless I got my fucking heat round
Niggaz got some problems leave you bitches underneath ground
Oh no
piledriver like I said aaaaa
[Juicy J]
It started out in 201 lock down
me and paul in a holding cell
waitin to use the fuckin phone
waitin to get a fuckin
self killed
[Fraysier Boy]
Suckers run up to get beat down
Never in the public unless I got my fucking heat round
Niggaz got some problems leave
And change yo plans
It's the numbers on your phone
And numbers on your cell
Verse 2 Juicy J
I ain't messed up by messin crooked cowards
Wit a nigga name
Crunchy Blac, Boogie Mane, Frayser Boy, Lil' Wyte, Chrome
Granddaddy Souf, Juicy J, Project Pat, DJ Paul the king of Memphis
Cock 'em up
I told you boys Juicy J is on that M-Town
Got that cheese coming in choking green by the pound
I'm rolling with the Three 6, let 'em peep this
Make
niggaz, but I still don't feel em
And this for the listeners, and prisoners
And them jealous rap cats that prefer dissin us
My 16's be so real, you can
-U-I-C-E
And my flow's cold like I-C-E
I got the J-U-I-C-E
And my flow's cold like I-C-E
Juicy, juicy, juicy
Yeah, I got the juicy, juicy, juicy
I got
Juicy J (Big Gipp)-
Yeah, yeah, yeah
Three 6 Mafia (Here it is)
Know what I'm sayin'
Goodie Mob (Triple Six Mafia)
ATL (Big Gipp)
M-town
criminal, you hear my material
I'm Bed-Sty born, my next stop, gone
Nine trey, shit I had ta run thru my P.J's, cracked floor to nine four
Till the gatz blow
to take the weed and then hoooold it
Juicy J the type to lick a blunt and foooold it
You can come by my crib and get soooooo lit
[Chorus: x 2]
[Chorus: Ashanti + (Ja)]
J-A-are (yeah) you-L-E (what, let 'em know)
(Who else you thought it would beeeee)
(All my bitches with me say)
J-A-are, you-L-E
sat there
Sayin now she was a tear da little homies at chess game
Dodge all my life, these niggaz no good the trigger man
Fatal flaw man from another
can't knock it
Half the profit get flown out Vegas
Me and my niggaz try an' break tables
Stack chips like Connect Four
While you prick's try and whip
your lights
And "50" you have it, cause when Rule' spit to the masses
I got yo attention like J-Lo's ass
I know why'all niggaz is second guessin'
the profit get flown out Vegas
Me and my niggaz try an' break tables
Stack chips like Connect Four
While you prick's try and whip try and stretch more
bangin
My niggaz gang bang
She’s in love with the gang so she let me drive the boat
Groupie groupie groupie groupie groupie
Can tell by the way that this
motherfucker push
I'm affiliated wit more terrorists then g bush BITCH!
Verse 2
(Juicy J)
We got them niggaz gettin wild gettin buck
Havin fits
Hand
Can you make it juicy for me
Can you make it juicy
For Me
Baby Yeah
Can you make it
Once Again
I go by the name Daniel J
If you didn't know
Now you
darken looking for sharks to wise
Coast to coast man
Just look around Rule' will never back down
And why'all can never ever take my crown (niggaz
free!
Y'all niggaz look like y'all wanted me to stay in jail, hahah!
Hoe bustaz
Picture me rollin in my 500 Benz
I got no love for these niggaz
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