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Your nigga lost his bitch
I'm walking in on some boss shit
Juicy J, I talk money i don't talk shit
I want it all, I don't care what the cost is
I'm so

Still doin' drive-bys, but I wanna walk 'em (I wanna)
If I can't find 'em, you know I'm gonna stalk 'em (I gotta stalk 'em)
Caution tape up

Across 110th Street [Original Version]

Pretty Tone Capone

Across 110th St. [Single]

1993

Intro:
(Rakim: "Across a hundred and tenth street--
it's hell up in Harlem...it's hell up in Harlem...")

"Ahh yeah!!!
Tone Capone and J. Nitty

I ain't talkin' bout when she dance on
Play with my name, you gon' die by the tone
You don't wanna end up like the last one
Juicy lips, red bone,

dawg
You be still alive, so why the fuck you wanna move dope?
Why the fuck yu want them J's dawg?
You know I'll get you stepped on
You know I be livin by

the two-piece
The colorful one must be the Pucci, ussy
I know the pussy really juicy
Sparks J, sips tea, cock the Uzi

Just wanna get drunk tonight
And I'ma

before Whitney
Roll thru the hood as I'm bumpin Yung Simmie
Feel like Juicy J cuz I'm gone need the Jimmy
I'm from New York I got homies in Philly
You

Mafia

Three 6 Mafia

Choices: The Album

2001

money in the bag
Let's go fool, rat tat tat

They call me Juicy gigolo
Got hoes that fill
A statue of a fool
With them platinum tips
I'm tellin'

the feeling
everytime we lock eyes
lips stay juicy
like the lips between your thighs

damn, i'm tryna keep it PG 13
but i ain't felt this way since i was 14

doin' it right
You the baddest thing inside
Babygirl I can't lie
Juicy and it's oh so tight
Try to slay her I'm your knight
We flew outta town
I'm dickin'

Derez nasty
I'm from the wild, wild West, we ain't have shit
But a nigga praisin' the preacher
He sellin' dope and fuckin' the deacon
Heroin J gon'

They Down With Us

Scarface

Side Hustles

2002

Level
Face be bustin' they head
Ride Bentley early 90's watchin' out for the Feds
Red the king of south and I'm the aire to the throne
J-Prince done

hyphen in mar-juh-rene
Could be used for erotic gratification
By a very desperate stenographer
'M-A-R, ' hyphen, 'J' 'J'
Wha What's a 'J' tonight, uh
'J

shake her booty
Yea I'm J.I. keep it juicy
Fucking me wait
Pull up with the team
All my niggas smell like Chris Dior
Yo boy smell like sardines
Pop a bean

it ain't given by The Father
You say you ain't got no gun so why would you even bother 
Cause your soul is what I'm after and ain't nothing gonna stop

won't hear a thing
Fuck the police I see them and I flee
They say I'm the G.O.A.T. I should live on a mountain
These pounds I weigh out and these hundreds

bitch she let me hit her shit was juicy
I can't even complain I put my pain up on this loose leaf
Thoughts all on my brain I'm high as planes won't let

Caught you red-handed
Creeping up at my door
Picture this we'll be both butt Naked
Fuckin on the bathroom floor

Juicy juicy
Come and sip it
Like a sweet

Look
If I'm not richer by next year, then I'm going to kill myself
I kicked her out to beat my meat, I like to feel myself
She told me she's one in

#LHOMMEAUBOB

Migos

L' Homme Au Bob

2015

de sperme sur leggings

Dans l'Rap Game y'a que des salopes
La vie d'ma mère, y'a que des salopes
Donc j'sors mon gun, j'baisse mon fut'
Toutes

checking
I'm only worried bout money, not bout bitches, so don't check my phone
Made a hundred bands today, and I hit my fifth
If the Gucci store don't got

cold cuts
I'm just tryna get a lil head, no shoulders
Made the kitty get super wet, no Doja
Baby I'm a super freak
And you looking juicy, b
I'ma hit

goals, tell me about your dreams
I wanna know everything
About your struggles, about your fears
And where you see yourself in 20 years
100 million, that’s

All that sucka shit is not allowed
Niggas talkin' loud but I can't hear 'em through the crowd (shh)
If it's precipitation, I'm gon' send 'em