Lyrics:
Comin out the 3, cuttin hairs with that boy J-o-e
Yeah that nigga Joe
I done came through, Big Moe never been no hoe
I'm up on this tape, never gonna hate
some of my fears would turn useless
Only tea she's willing to hear is something juicy
Only tee i'm willing to give her is a used tee
Rolling 'round
of the handgun)
Land of the beautiful (home of the shotgun)
Cursed by the hate we throw (You're dead if you ain't got one)
Is this the new national anthem? (It was
rather see us ignorant, control the information
Keeping us from asking questions covering signs of corruption
You can say that I'm paranoid to avoid
the yapping where I'm we do it DON'T TALK ABOUT IT
where I'm we do it DON'T TALK ABOUT IT where I'm we do it DON'T TALK ABOUT IT
I ain't come here to play with
By surprise I'm droppin a heatwave
Fuck all the he say she say we gon' see who
Really survives
Only keep freaks in the trap gold chain on
My neck
blood
and you can tell by the way that I spit I'm from the Ssipp
Crooked letter born we hustle to pay the rent
Crooked letter raised playboi I represent
getting sucked like a thumb
Boy I'm in a daze, tangerine haze
I smoke so much KK they should've called it Juicy J
Bombay and lemonade, weed get the lemon
Yeah
Yeah
Yeah
Yeah yeah
I play with these blickies
These niggas ain't know
Get me the ice pick I'm goin iso
That nigga J3 been acting so cold
Momma
Where I'm from, from the slum, niggas shootin' a thang
On the run, now you see me in the papers, man
They were tryin' to stop a nigga from doin' his
Where I'm from, from the slum, niggas shootin' a thang
On the run, now you see me in the papers, man
They were tryin' to stop a nigga from doin' his
money
I just got a watch
Niggas tryna get this from me
Oh the coupe dropped it, shit a nigga clumsy
Chickens want me, N' ain't tryna hear no
Yea I'm
money
I just got a watch
Niggas tryna get this from me
Oh the coupe dropped it, shit a nigga clumsy
Chickens want me, N' ain't tryna hear no
Yea I'm
dust
I'll be sure to be all I can be
It's gun shot after gun shot
From where Heaven and Hades meet
The liquor and gun shops
Guarantee if you ain't hit
and lets take off and fly
Now I'm where I wanna be, come co-pilot with me
Lets burn up the sky (Oh)
And I know its not just the song
(And I know its
who is this man it's the d j phish
From the shits ville it goes a little something like this
Fuck it i'm a do it all myself
I'm a one of a kind cause
From Watts to LeFrak, it ain't where you're from, it's where's your gat
You've made a grave mistake, shouldn't have come here, you changed your fate
pepper spraying fuck
Where's your pass
Hol on wait wait wait like
What did you expect
What did you expect
What did you expect
From a young dread
Nigga
and addicts
You lost respect I got it
Young Don just need some manners
I'm on beach sand with sandals
Big face watch on me
Air J ones on me
A town brim on me
matter which way I go, I'm always chasing that green
Let you look from where I'm at, its probably hard for you to see
Cuz I got a different vision, some
on the blades)
[Juicy J]
I'm always trying to put in work
Niggaz wanna do my dirt
Balling down on Beale Street
Sipping on a pint of syrup
Chopping up
Motherfuckers do anything for a check,
OK that's cool but don't fuck around & let project pat and juicy j get yo ass wet
On another note I'm the same nigga wit
These voices in my head keep getting louder and louder
I couldn't just move from a place, I couldn't become any prouder
On the block where the cold
foolin wit I'm Daniel J
And he know that she know, he know that they know
That I gotta sick flow and I ain't talkin stuffed nose
But I get blows from
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