Lyrics:
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
street niggaz
And white boys that'll eat niggaz
I don't need a butcher to do my reppin
I get mines with a heat nigga
Pass by the spot wit' yo piece
Smokin'
shooting guns fantasizing
fascinated by gold rope chains
looking back at my hood days
but things aint changed
[chorus]
[Millenium Thug]
In my hood niggaz
I can wreck that hoe
It's Jay'Ton, in this bitch with that boy J-Mo
[T2]
I'm J'd up, you can tell by my clothes
I'm iced up, cause my whole body
dollar
[Juicy J]
Back when I was broke
didnt nobody wanna fuck wit me
hangin wit my nigga D.
Magic in this property
snipers gaurdin niggas
wit them
and so is my crew
thinking a re up while chief-in this cheeba
while chilling i kill it but don't make me heat up
all up off that juicy j
all up off that
boots on, and on my way to cash a coochie coupon
You know I'm, proper, don't let them boys confuse you
The fact is Meth, I'm harder than bottles made by
Stomp em out kid, stomp em out (4X)
Throw on my hoodie, when niggaz lit the Phillie
I put a fuckin cap in the neighborhood bully
What now,
Follow that nigga [x11]
[Juicy J]
Fuck that nigga and his whole damn neighborhood
Let me make one motherfuckin thing understood
In my hood a couple
no survival
You goin down, y'all niggaz fuck around
Shittin where you sleepin, so my rhyme Proposal came Indecent
Beef from the butcher, sink your
lil homie? Your life won't cost me nothin'
Juicy J so presidential, don't make me press that button
My beat low (my beat low)
My bass low (my bass
to the whole entire
Death Row family both sides, whassup niggaz
And my nigga Big Suge, known for keepin' shit poppin'
To my nigga Big J, my little nigga Hi-see,
some motherfucking shit happen, man
It's your boy Yung Joc, you know, Block Entertainment
And my motherfucking nigga Trae, asshole by nature
Ay, Trae,
Kuddy moneybag only fam no buddys
Ofnb the movement nigga gang gang
Always on da block phone still chirping
Always on da block niggaz still purping
Man J's On My Feet I Be Doin That Crazy Jump I Jump On That Crazy Jump I Jump On That Crazy Jump Man J's On My Feet On I Be Scoring c Goal cnd I
no survival
You goin down, y'all niggaz fuck around
Shittin where you sleepin, so my rhyme Proposal came Indecent
Beef from the butcher, sink your
aint talking bout muscles
Skinny niggaz 2× fatter Albert (Fat Albert And The Cosby Kid)
Too much money on me
J'ai créer my own échelle
To put a gap
yea, fat bitch, don't see no bra, savage
I don't even fuck around 'bout the cabbage
Them hoes just sweet, average
J know the mango Juicy, he love my big
all you bitches
To beware of the game
I'm tellin' all you niggaz
To beware of the lames
I freak your baby mama
Put her on the house
I got my dick
QB the whole NYC
We gonna bounce to this
To all my niggaz (yeah yeah)
To all the ladies
Chorus:
Sometimes I wonder
Will a nigga go
could hit with Juicy, Paul and Banner
I gotta holla at peaches, when I hit Atlanta
'cause I'm fresh and I'm clean, with baugettes in my ring
I got my
could hit with Juicy, Paul and Banner
I gotta holla at peaches, when I hit Atlanta
'cause I'm fresh and I'm clean, with baugettes in my ring
I got my
who got cash flow
Ya run up in them hoes and grab the cash
And get your dash on
While you're chillin', with your homies and shit
And how my niggaz
some motherfucking shit happen, man
It's your boy Yung Joc, you know, Block Entertainment
And my motherfucking nigga Trae, asshole by nature
Ay, Trae,
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