Lyrics:
them bugs by my bed
They still thinkin' that we coppin' sellin raw
Tryin' to put us through them Rico and them Rockefeller' laws
I'm in L.A. the top
Otherwise it gets shut down
Solo that's how I creep
I don't have the need to write 50 deep
Real hustlers stay low key
Real hustlers, they don't sleep
Never
Conscious rappers, get off ya high horse
Hi, thugs! I ain't never sold drugs, am I soft
It's real easy to say you ain't out to get that money
When
The streets is real can't roll without steel
I feel how I feel cause I was born to kill
Do what I gotta, to eat a decent meal
Brothers is starvin', don't try
come from hustlers
Get it out the mud i'm on my way came up from nothin
Crushing all of these beats but my peers is sleep
Tell ya favorite mumble
do
Nobody, no one does it better
Look out the window and drank and chill out we get high
It's 1a.m and the crowd is still live
Relax to the groove by
I'm gone
(Juicy J)
Who is that fool who be talking that shit
Sayin he down,but he diss Triple Six
If that bitch step he go get his wig split
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
ain't fuck what you mean playa
(Juicy J)
Playas from tha Hollywood
Evergreen is my hood
Smokin' city
Show them gold teeth
Ridin' in tha woods
She said take me out that city life let's see the world for real
What she don't know bout me, I can't weave through the dirt without my steel
'06
'em capture me
I gotta thank the Lord for
The weed and the nicotine i can't sleep
Close my eyes and see wicked demons
I keep my pistol by my bedside
One
you, I don't find the shit funny
You need management, not an amateur pimp
Who don't know what to do, when the money ain't cool
I'm a hustler, I
mean?
Taylor Allderdice, it's just gettin' started
Onifc is next
The Gang album, Chevy Woods' Gangland
Juicy J got like four mixtapes that he's
Just
"Jeah jeah, j-j-jeah jeah jeah jeah jeah!
Yo Scram you did your thing wit this one
Shit! We're sounding real ignorant man (we are?! huh!)
MH!
York
"Juicy" had us feeling like we was from New York
And that's real shit, blazed the Philly
It's summertime, shout out to Will Smith
'Cause who
up
Some days real hard just to wake up
But, gotta grind ain't no other way to fake up
Fuck exposure my nigga you got to pay up
I don't care what it's
more together
You don't get shit by yourself
Pull a rabbit out a hat
I'm a show them how its done
That boy keep on running his mouth
Lets see how fast he
henny
And it don't make me feel better Still get government cheese cheddar
Downtown kid for real
All the opps catch facetime shots like selfies
Past in
ain't fuck what you mean playa
(Juicy J)
Playas from tha Hollywood
Evergreen is my hood
Smokin' city
Show them gold teeth
Ridin' in tha woods
but them niggaz on wait
Tey get beat like hussein by tis gangbang track
Young hustler, geyda pusher, leg crusher
Nigga make way for this
at will
Will I kill you
Fly will peel you off the map that's all so real
Don't you mothasuckas often wonder what to call this shit
Mmm, call it mystic
Tale of the physical trait
Intoxicated by the bomb as I start to sedate
Your mainframe
All speaking on running this thang
Five J's in the house
need when I want no less than the best of the trees
DJ Paul and Juicy J, 8Ball and MJG
And Young Buck we don't give a fuck
We must represent this
need when I want no less than the best of the trees
DJ Paul and Juicy J, 8Ball and MJG
And Young Buck we don't give a fuck
We must represent this
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