Lyrics:
it in a SUV
Cash so phat I got need hella pockets on my jeans
I done had my plays go pickup groceries
I had my junkie take me on a shopping spree
You
the juice, why you think they call me Juice
Five hundred dollar shots, you might wanna mix it with juice
In the Rolls or the Benz, bankroll full of bands
Koopa it's been a minute fool,
but the streets of the South say they feeling you
Tell me what you wanna know, and I can lyrically give you a interview
it in the kitchen where the stove at
(by the oven) here's a hundred grand
Shawty you can hold that
Ass phat, face aight you think you all that
(Oh) see
Make all the ladies say (ooh, ooh baby)
You can't knock the hustle, not at all (no, no, no, no)
Can't be budged by your muscle (no, no, no, no)
Never
I'm back in this bitch like I'm Ed Edd and eddy you know I stay scheming you know that I'm ready
You that I'm ready to hop inna mix slaying them
The things we facin'
Wicked days, can't see no brighter days
It's time to chase it
Cross dreams 'cause the scene is
When you never get by
That's why I gotta
The streets have been asking me for it
So let me deliver it
Tired of all these fibs
My nigga Y2 don't miss
Why you think numerous guys been hit?
Anytime
that bitch
Don't get caught up in the mix
In these streets you know you gotta double up
Cuz they watching
Yea
Fake homies
Showing fake love
Look wait
Uh-huh uh huh uh
Gee-gee-geyeah
Baby, watching, streets
Uh-huh uh huh uh
Live from Brooklyn
Uh-huh uh
The streets is watching
Check it, check
Uh-huh uh huh uh
Gee-gee-geyeah
Baby, watching, streets
Uh-huh uh huh uh
Live from Brooklyn
Uh-huh uh
The streets is watching
Check it, check
rollin' right now
Full of mojo talkin' to the devil, he say to knock your lights out
Klonopin's hoe, I'm on 10, XO
I'm on Casamigo, mix it wit' tobacco
every fucking way you seein us! We roam the streets
Making money dance, grab my chances by a glance
And I just can't, let you fake asses claim that you
Sometime to unite you gotta fight ya own people just like Zulu.
Amun:
Take a walk thru my mental
It's all mathematics
Dimensional theory
I'm letting you
Another Styles Adventure
Verse (Complete)
Styles Intro- Styles MC on the MIC
What's it gonna be you or me
Styles Verse- Chillin' at home feeling
it all, money, cars and everything (you can have it all)
All, even give up my street dreams
All, anything to have you on my team (baby, know that I
another proper crack
and it's phat, watch the sniper, time to pay the piper
and let that real shit provoke, so you's a wanna be 'loc
and you'll get smoked
His friend it's his dream battle to me
Battle rap is street shit and you
Not make it up out one
So whether I'm standin' in front of the
Body or on top
street
I'm like a homicidal-kangaroo-jackhammer man
Old ladies, little babies
Doesn't matter where I land
I got a sword in my ass, and this shit hurts
But
ain't always what it seem
You might get fooled if you come from out of town
But I'm down by law and I know my way around
Too much, too many people,
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Help Me
You gotta help me baby, I can't do it all by myself (repeat 2x)
If you don't help me daddy
Gotta find somebody else
Put on your
Uh-huh uh huh uh
Gee-gee-geyeah
Baby, watchin, streets
Uh-huh uh huh uh
You don't have to look
Uh-huh uh
The streets is watching
Check it, check
the best way, it ain't always the fast way
And yes the best way, it ain't always to act nasty
I'll open up the door always before you pass me
Baby Doll,
spittin' this funky shit to make a quick phat buck
I'm doggin' a dog you suckaz can't talk bout tip flip I rip shit
I'm stressin' "Damn cuz", "Pick it back
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