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Man this town is like my town, so we stayed and hung around
Juicy J be high as fuck, catch me in that lost and found

Better use common sense,
cause I don't stop
Continuously to make a ho draws drop, yeah

[Juicy J]
I used to always wonder why my girls have fits
When I walk up out the mall
shit
Whatever y'all really wanna do go on and do it cause all y'all be talking

{juicy j: talking}
Yo yo yo yo yeah it's da juice up in this motherfucker
lames
It's my time, it's my watch, homie
Y'all don't believe me just watch, only
Time will tell but I'll rhyme until I skip time, I'm Michael J. Fox
my gunz till my clips retire
America pray 'cause I don't want to expire
I'ma soldier

[Juicy J:]
I'ma U.S. mother fuckin soldier boy
Playin
Sayin' that Juicy J, fuck you out your record money flop
Hope you know these North Memphis soldiers keep a plastic glock
Stand in front of your house, I'm
Sayin' that Juicy J, fuck you out your record money flop
Hope you know these North Memphis soldiers keep a plastic glock
Stand in front of your house, I'm
I'm a TRU nigga and I'm livin' like some hustlers 



Chorus 



Master P: 

Don't play no games 

y'all check this shit out 

I started
Juicy J he ride, it’s the gang or die
The game will stress you out but that’s what this dubie is for
You acting like you know me now
Never knew me
the wham but only real niggas all up in it
I tell you what Serv kill the head of yo click
And I bet all them hoes quit talkin shit
[Chorus 2x's]
[Juicy
in it represent it

Ya'll boys, ya'll boys ain't ready for us
Project Pat, Noreaga, D.J. Paul, Juicy "J"
Hypnotize Minds in here, like this
[Verse 1: Juicy J]
Yah, she freaky, freaky deeky, didn't ya see her in a bikini
Porno movies we got plenty, and ya know they smoke them beenies
For
[Chorus: Russell Lee]
She's in love with a hustler
She don't be messing with them suckers
Looking so good, little tight jeans on and G-string
Word to god
Y'all know who the fuck this is
You know we would kidnap yo kids
You know what the fuck we do
Murder bitch niggas like you
For real
betta fear 
Man you hoes don't wanna clown 
Man you hoes don't wanna clown, man you hoes don't wanna clown 
If you do we beat ya down (X2) 

[Juicy J
Tale of the physical trait 
Intoxicated by the bomb as I start to sedate 
Your mainframe 
All speaking on running this thang 
Five J's in the house
eyes be like closin', hoes from head to toes 'n
Fuck 'round with the chosen, got you stiff like posin'

(Chorus) x2

[Big Gipp (Juicy J)-]
Don't
Man f'real I love bein' from the Dirty South man
It made me the G I am today, made me the hustler I am today
The grinder, the baller, the gangster I
name?
Oh, you're his girl

Hello, my name is Mr. Goodbar
I'm came to offer champagne 
Later on, maybe, I'll tell you my real name
But for now sip
neighbors done snitched on us (Again?)
Hey, this game juicy got me puffing loosies
Every two days interrogated by the police
See, this life I live cost
And what you gon' do when it's time ta lay it down
Dis n**** don't give a f*** bout nothing but 
Dollar dollar bills why'all
The real why'all
I'm tryin'
you there like B.I.G took niggas to New York
"Juicy" had us feeling like we was from New York
And that's real shit blazed the Philly
It's summertime
so bad for somebody to come up over the 6
You better hurry up boy I'm 20 years in this shit, BITCH

[Juicy J]
Juicy J yes I'm that nigga
Smokin'
want to jump, jump
Get'cha make ya pump, Paul
Still gon' miss ya bump, bump
Off a nigga fakin'
Goin' to a richin'
Bitches turn to shaken
Mafioso rule by
stayed and hung around
Juicy j be high as fuck, catch me in the lost and found

Better use common sense checkin' me out for bitch I can stand for