Lyrics:
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
and rolling the miles up
So [?] I'm never putting the pound up
Let 'em hate, bitch, I built it from ground up
I hold the fort down, nigga, know what?
You
Listening to the teacher rap just ain't my bag
By the two-bells ring, you know it's my cue
I'm gonna meet the boys on floor number two
Smokin' in the boys'
[Juicy "J"]10x
Sucks on dick...
Does it real good(Get buck motherfucker, get buck)
[Juicy "J"]
You got these million dollar niggas
Ghetto
ain't from my hood, get yo ass from round here
Chorus (2X)
[Crunchy Blac]
First I'm gonna catch the bitch
Then I'm gonna beat the bitch
Then I'm
gotta take it
'Cause most niggas never make it they stranded where I'm from
Ain't no conversation all they understand is get a gun
I was riding in my
ain't around, I still rep my town
Memphis ten, till the end
Straight out the north, you know where you been
I'm from the same hood as Juicy J and Yo
nigga
South side till I die
Mississippi
Weak bitch
This hot shit by David Banner
Your ain't gotta go no where nigga
I'm up in this city, you can
of this game I'm playin'
I go where dem palm trees swayin' oh oh oh
I'm runnin' it from my mansion
Run shit like tony montana
Cowboy sinatra cabana oh oh oh
real
Way before a record deal
So my nigga don't hate on me 'cause Juicy J be gettin his bills
Clean that mug from off ya face unless you want a casket
cement
They pay me your salary for an event
It ain't no mileage, no, this whip I'm in
Stay away from 'round me, I know you ain't ten
Can't pick a side,
on the calculator
Big wads in my pockets, money barely bend
I'm so sincere riding in a Belly Benz
Hit the booty club, drinking Sapphire gin
Juicy J don't fuck with
Squad! Uhhhh
(dayum son where'd you find this?)
Three 6 Mafia
My bitches bring me your whole stero-status
I run this trick from Juicy J to Project
the real and the authentic
If I'm lying, I'm dying though.
But I'm still breathing, so there you go
If you ain't real, no, you ain't allowed
To sing along
'cha said on the phone
So I suppose ho
I'm the myracist vocal
We just a choke hold, Just a (?) hold
Out the truck
Busta see ya
(Juicy J
a freak
To lick me from my head to my feet
And I'm here, now I'm ready to be done up
Nothin' but homies around so I puts my gun up
Bitches on my nuts
a freak
To lick me from my head to my feet
And I'm here, now I'm ready to be done up
Nothin' but homies around so I puts my gun up
Bitches on my nuts
I'll make 30
Desert Eagle, my nails dirty
I'mma think on life and I'd die for it
Made a mill, you ain't even know it
Tell Iluminati I'm down for it
Call
Nah, y'all, nah, y'all, uh uh I ain't disrespectin' though
I'm just sayin' it happen to me it can happen to him
How you doing?
What's your name?
Nah, y'all, nah, y'all, uh uh I ain't disrespectin' though
I'm just sayin' it happen to me it can happen to him
How you doing?
What's your name?
face with a Mach razor
Then walk away from her cause
I'm a heart breaker
This ain't an arcade or a game at all
Crossing me on an off day is like
Tossing
you ain't bout that hip hop life, Then thats just suicide
Be careful cuz i'm bouta ignite yea Oh my
Im from the east side with no Spotlight
Every time
OG, I'm spendin' bands from '03
And my outfit costs a G, this shit ain't cheap
I can't do nothing for free, I need like fifty a feat'
Somethin' like
)
It's that nigga that you love to hate
Deep in the north
Is where I stay, the one notorious Juicy J
I fold ya dogs an chop you away
And get real high
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