Lyrics:
elevated, and mastered the time
You was stimulated from the high post
You got shot cause you knew you were rot
You're not the king of the diss
Youse
Step thru da jungle I lace up my boots
Get da packs by da ounce while I sip on da juice
Nigga God made a way gave me clues to da blues
Nigga got
who ain't down with the clan
The Mobb dynasty apparantly you thought I was some other type
Nigga you could fuck with you shit outta luck
Boss I break
Superman
Stick to my roots again, I'm tryin'
You got the coolest friends, you got the juice again
Friend of all, you makin', I'm biased
(No, I don't want
my notes, Wayne)
Certified goon
(yeah) , the lock's on standby (What up)
I just need a couple real
Niggas I can stand by (yeah, C-M-B)
A bad bitch with
Not my dad not yo son
Stomp da yard
Nigga I made it home
Get rich or Die trying
You all on yuh own
You got da Juice now who
Knocked off his dome
in the flick called "Juice"
Cock is longer than the hat worn by Dr. Seuss
Love a girl in Daisy Dukes like them kids called Duice
Gets paid to sex
da da da da da da
Da da da da da da da da da
Lil mama grab ya shit ya gots to go
Ya gots to know I can't be laid up with a hoe
Everything went
the Juice don't be actin strange
Why even talk behind by my back take care of your bussines mayn
Cause when you cum I'm a cum like a nut cum
And make you
Your manic motions of your routines
Demonstrate your immersion in
Apathy and anxiety
It holds no bearing over who you'll be
And well, you've got nothing
I'ma need a coupe, I won't need a roof
Flyer than Beetlejuice, Beetlejuice, Beetlejuice
I got the flow, I'm tryin' to see the roof
Didn't wear
like we've got a long, long way to go
This is not pretending
We won't lose control
It feels like there's no one who wants to know
Da, da, da, da
of smith and wessons
Who got the heat yeah who got the juice
Who got the gas yeah I promise it ain't you
Who got the heat yeah got the juice
You awoke
it by my lonely now I'm the big homie
But I'm his royal slickness, ghetto weakness, come Rick is
The one who expose cornball rappers with
It's all cool when they meet Mr k-ID
Automatically head in the VIP
Turn it up beats blazing hot as hell
I got the dank put it in
The burner roll it
asked who's that over there
Cause of the whiskey on my breath and the leaves in my hair
Hatred in my soul apathy in my eyes
Get Luke in the car before
don't make me laugh
Get to mine, tell by my watch, this a different time
Livin' fine, I'm gettin' high as your shit decline
Who believes he movin' keys
gettin' laid is for chips
Bitch I'm tryina' make grits
Him in with the trojan pack 'o six
Hin the gin and juice the mix
No time to pause, gots to drop
all together
All together by six
She say she got a partner
Me I got one
But me wan' tap
What a conundrum
Never seen a girl wey give me vibes suh
dont got no wins in Mi Casa
(Bomb Droppa throw you outch ya mind who shot ya)
You dont got no ends in Mi Casa
(Hit it Hip Hoppers turn it up a notch make
Hoes everywhere black foreign and Asian
I'ma playa by da day, yeah, hustle by da night
Yeah, I roll wit da crew who hadn't eva been light
Yeah, see 'em
produces
I'm nourished by her vaginal juices
Vampire
Vampire
Vampire
It's strange the things that fate often brings us
I'm starving to perform cunnilingus
than Bosses' recipe
Incite recitation forever Ras Rock Steady like Buck when breakin on ducks
Who get props by association
Buy if ya lyrics suck, then
on
Maybe we took this too far
I went in headfirst, never thinkin' about who what I said hurt
In what verse, my mom probably got it the worst
The brunt
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