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listened to D2
Could you tell me?
Dedication 3 was the first mixtape you heard when we had a black president
D4 and 5, we got back to business
Y'all done

all [?]

Filet mignon with my food stamps
Car cosigned by my mama
Medical card from Obama
Background check for a chopper
Filet mignon with my food

these niggas say I’m rapping
But I could be trapping
A round of applause the way
These nines get to clapping
A lot of y’all broads pillow
Talking with

Who the fuck y'all thought it's supposed to be?
If Phil Jackson came back, still no coachin' me
I'm uncoachable, I'm unsociable
Fuck y'all clubs,

me sliding my armor on
You don't notice feeling like im the chosen
Then again its all hopeless 
Y'all hearing it soft spoken 
And i'm going in stoopid

Bumping Ramon Ayala all through Lacoste
Yelling Juicy J hoe when you pass by the house
All the homies know what I've been talking about
Busting guns

Get High to This

Lil Wyte

Doubt Me Now

2003

[Intro: DJ Paul]
yea-yea Chuch ya'khamsayn
Once again it's on baby, y'all know what time it is
I know it'sa shame ya'khamsayn,
You gatta actually

Chia, it's Juice. Back up in this thing with y'all
Bringin' some old school flavors, y'all, with this one time
My pop's New York
We gon' show y'all

Kiddin
I know some b*****s who b***h like Shut up b***h and stop b******g
Y'all n****s got me f**k up
Thinking  I can't rap witchu suckaz?
LOL yeah 
I'm

It's that time of year again
Y'all gon' be like, "Why this nigga startin' off like that?"
Disrespectful
Rap Up 2019

(Great John on the beat, by

recognize, freak bitches fantasize
Uhh, ahhh..

Chorus: Lil' Cease

Uh, one two y'all, you know I rocked 'cha
Step in the realms of Junior M.A.F.I.A.
One two

Workin' [Radio Version]

Royale

Workin

2016

I smoke just to ease up the pain
 You and I ain't one in the same
 I do it no practice I peep most of y'all are hustling backwards
 My eye

it next season
This year all I need is a reason
Blood bath I don't sign no treasons
Juicy J's keep a nigga trippy
Smoking Rollin hearts and no love
So

be trapping
A round of applause the way
These nines get to clapping
A lot of y’all broads pillow
Talking with these bros
And telling all your business

a fucking skater
I cannot trust you hoes
Y'all some hateators

On my two k twenty one shit
Yeah ima boss bitch
He pick me no brainer
Cause you know
I'm on his

dollar bill, y'all
About to spend this bitch
I'm in this bitch
I got a hundred dollar bill, y'all
About to spend this bitch
I'm in this bitch
Who got

The ice on me is cold
Need a Montclair coat
Got 20 in the tote
Foreign Jefe he tote
Y’all don’t want no smoke
Hit the stage go dumb
Flexing on these bums

they been forming shit but They gat none
Nigga they been claiming shit cause  They gat all
Ga Jump on by two nigga boi ain't Runing
Ga lock up in

Whatcha Know

Three 6 Mafia

When the Smoke Clears

2000

'n

(Chorus) x2

[Juicy J-]
Juciy always be gamin', keep that roast to the flame 'n
Slangin' dope in the Grove, all the way to Black Haven
Call

throw on the set
Real quick, y'all squeezin' them triggers we bout to pop (pop)
Any fly lil' mama's boy, who movin' up on the block
Think you the stuff,

on the crew
Where the bad bitches that was in the back by the booth? What it do?
I've been watching y'all
Talk for a while just to top it off
Mama dance? No

kept talking all that sh*t 'bout him
I'm in a bad place right now
Gotta get the f**k out this town
They didn't like me when I was down
Why y'all had

my guts now they all feeling me
Always on my own now they play for the same team
Slob on my knob like corn on a cob
Wait that’s Juicy J, nah Caesar

possessed by Stephen King
And now I'm shining on the mic slam dunk Like Mike
But none of y'all see me guess I'm kinda ghostlike
But that explains the chills