Lyrics:
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(Juicy "J")
Yeah I know what ya mean
I had to stand on my ground
To give them the scene
Just me and my brotha down in the struggle
Then I serve 'em
wit' j
But don't forget the gining
And then I go show my rings
And my fake gold chain
(edit)grab the nine like I'm off soul train
But I wait
Let them
want to be a gangsta nigga
(DJ Paul)
I can't stand a sorry nigga tryna act like he tough
When he at the D&D he want to act like he buff
On the parking
And step em when K- Rocin
don't fuck with dis, see
See if you wit me
if you wit me
mon
We buck em down
We buck em down
Only one
Comin out of that
Pitbull Terrier
A show stopper, flow hotter than Nigeria
So chicks like me, wrist icey like Siberia
I just bought a gold watch, with those rocks
Yellow like
Yes sir once again it's on
Juicy J featuring Project Pat
Chronicles of the Juice man
North North part 2
Raise ya thumbs up my nigg, it's on fool
to kill every nigga
That stand by him or speak for him
Can you stop actin' like you
Doin' me a favor? Do I seem rattled?
This idiot don't even know he tell
the 40
He gone get rowdy
And ya don't want that shit
Cause it's gon' be naughty, by nature
Fuck a player hater
I'mma come through
And you know I'm down
the 40
He gone get rowdy
And ya don't want that shit
Cause it's gon' be naughty, by nature
Fuck a player hater
I'mma come through
And you know I'm down
you in stand by
Damn GOD damn GOD damn
King Bison
I just went ahead and
Said his name in vain
Hail to Mary man
I'm praying to the Saints
GOD forgive me
and showin
Go psycho breakin backs like bolo
Give me the mic, a metamorphis ignite
I break down on a cat stand, I kill ya like a hitman
And come out kickin
Hit me on the 8-3-2, it's Paul Wall, what it do baby (heheh, nahmtawkinbout?)
Know I'm talkin', my purple so muddy I can barely even drive
Blowin'
Caller, DTI, Top Producer, Pulse Eskimo
Fuckin' Widda Team
My two lips said "You don't wanna
See a nigga on the scene"
Go on then, what d’ya mean, what d’ya
a casket nap
Cass' can rap, you can't compare him to me
I'm ya savior
It's like scripture when they
Hear it from me i snap back
(snapback) so cats in this
the aperture
I just checked my calendar, this whole year I'm out rappin you
No passin' us pussy, put me in Pasadena, cast the spell
I don't even smoke or pack
slug to your grill
You can feel this
Trigger happy, nappy headed, set it don't you see me
Project Pat is down
But ain't no fuckin' damn fool
We
yesterday I got spooked out and drewed out on an old woman
I told the lady "Look I'm sorry Miss I knew I was wrong,
but you came so fuckin close to me
increased
I'm kicking down the black door, put 'em up
[Chorus: x2]
Now don't show it if you ain't goin' share it
Fuck around and get your pistol
shoot ya bitch ass everywhere but under your feet
[DJ Paul]
I swear alot of niggaz blame me for shit I ain't got shit to do with
Nigga show it and prove
yesterday I got spooked out and drewed out on an old woman
I told the lady "Look I'm sorry Miss I knew I was wrong,
but you came so fuckin close to me
my trigger finger only do nothing but squeeze
I'ma shoot ya bitch ass everywhere but under your feet
[DJ Paul]
I swear a lot of niggaz blame me
dick
Bust a clip while I'm twisting a spliff
Ya man Dae could give a fuck less, I'm letting it rip
They all think I'm dead, when they see me they gonna
everywhere, tell the truth you wouldn't dare
Cross me like the gold you wear
Soulo flow like the solar flare in the open air
So much smoke that I'm comatose,
[Chorus 8X]
Don't stand, don't stand so close to me
[Verse 1: Gangsta Boo]
Rip you bitches mugs off
Lookin at me fire hot
Rollin wit my brother
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