Lyrics:
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,
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,
dippity-doo-dow
Sick when I cruise by, 6 when the goons by
Diplomat plates when they ship me a new ride
Your worst nightmare
Think the Birds fight fair
My niggaz
fucked up how niggaz hate you, out your own hood
Nobody gave a fuck about me, it was only a few
Troy, Reed and my brother Water and my nigga J
and artists dead
Make slugs a part of his head
Vanish then pop up in a SL double nickel, scarlet red
Fuck you I'm tryna get my cash right
All my niggaz
Mafio (mafio), Niggaz know (niggaz know)
When them real live g's hit the door (hit the door)
[Chorus]
I got a 22, not much bigger than my finger
of 14 I was already knockin' off punks (yeah!)
And suckers were scared to death, every time I walked by
I hear them niggaz take their last breath
your
Switchin' together 'cause this back-hand
Will get you together, hope you know that
And sometime I can't belive my niggaz
Still in all, I'll give
[spoken by Juicy J]
Yes sir, once again it's on
Juicy J featuring Project Pat
Chronicles of the Juiceman
North, North Part 2
Raise your thumbs up, my
lugaz
Do ya
Nigga I'ma send em straight through ya
School ya
Bout dis bidness
Bout these boys
Ya bout to witness wit these toys
[Juicy "J"]
Wit dem toys
All my niggaz with the flow
I put the game in a fold
Want the money by the load
Give me 20 for a show
J brazzy im on go
Know I put on for the four
Still
dippity-doo-dow
Sick when I cruise by, 6 when the goons by
Diplomat plates when they ship me a new ride
Your worst nightmare
Think the Birds fight fair
My niggaz
dippity-doo-dow
Sick when I cruise by, 6 when the goons by
Diplomat plates when they ship me a new ride
Your worst nightmare
Think the Birds fight fair
My niggaz
pussy's so good and your mouth tight
A pretty face, slim waist, and her stout nice
Juicy ass that them niggaz in the south like
She super sexy, got
achin I'ma have your dame slavin
Cocaine and apron, over a flame bakin
Chorus: Journalist + Canibus
[J] Niggaz take it for granted -
until they
ONLY spoke in these raps homie
niggaz still lyin' in raps huh
J.SiKK EASTSIDE COMPTON we in this muhhfucka that part
EAST SIDE nigga don't forget it
the floor for keys
[rpt 2x]
[Juicy J]
Which one of you rappers wanna feel them shots
Sayin that Juicy J fuck you out your record money flop
Hope you know
Number one man bandit!
Shout-outs to JB, can't forget my man J Mose
Some of that Gangsta Flex, my man Sexy Flex moved out
I can't forget my man JR,
[Talkbox Parts]
[Intro/Talkbox]
It's the Mafia
[Lil Cease]
Uh, uh, say what, say what
It's the J-M-C in the motherfuckin' house y'all niggaz
ain't
Shoot the door if I hear a peep
I be. Buggin up fresh out the sleep
I put that shit on my baby
Niggaz won't J marbs me
Niggaz won't Young Skrill me
knock the hustle ba-by
[Cassidy (Mary J.)]
I stay with the ?? pound, I ain't playin' around
I got my gat at all times, that's the bottom line (Cause you
knock the hustle ba-by
[Cassidy (Mary J.)]
I stay with the trae pound, I ain't playin' around
I got my gat at all times, that's the bottom line (Cause
the earth and crawl
Call me J-O-B cause I'm workin y'all
I'm workin' y'all, I ain't unemployed I got my hustle up
Y'all funny style niggaz got me bustin'
my gunz till my clips retire
America pray 'cause I don't want to expire
I'ma soldier
[Juicy J:]
I'ma U.S. mother fuckin soldier boy
Playin
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