Search results for 'you can get murked by juicy j' Page #376

Let me tell you what I represent
In New York City I was born
But like an NBA star baller
Can't forget to put that damn Jersey on
I'll hit you with

Yeah, over the rainbow
Boy, I go where you can't go
Talkin' them lies like Kano
Get your brain blown out, lookin' like Rango
Hit you up from an angle

Funk

The Coup

Kill My Landlord

1993

o'clock, told E-Roc, the whole block 
And what not, about, how men are spottin he said 
"This little homey gets bread like flossin 
You ain't Steve

can take her shopping
Got ray-ban written on the arms of a nice pair of optics
I know why bitch niggas be hating I ran diagnostics
A nigga never getting

in the water
They can't stop me
I'm like day and night
The squad show me love when i drive by
They loving all the move we're making
Cos we stand firm

on by a whim
Reap what you sew I can tell you that the needles grim
Euphoria seeps and your eyes grow real dim
Everythings slow glazed over thats

always call on me and no ain't Tyrone
You we know we gone be a team like we was cheech and chong 
Get the J I got tree, if I play its for keeps 
For ya

'bout that bullshit, no
I'm just tryna make this money, tryna cake this money
Never break this money, you can't take shit from me, no

Came up off

can't say I haven't tried
But at times, I be puffin for the buzz of it
Fuck it
I be high as a fuckin Cubs fan on crack
I told my dealer I'll be back
You

on em 
More chains than Slick Rick on em 
That persona don't fit for em
Can't get an eighth or a zip from me 
Sit down pay attention I can teach you 
Cut

like Putin and it all goes blue like a whole damn pool, you can tell from my posture
Zoom when I'm in my room, when I'm in my suit you know it's going

It's J who's into that shit (Yeah, fuck you)
And if you wanna get lippy
I'll stretch your lips out and call you skippy (Hehe)
The bottom line is we

A word to the haters yea BoDee he been gettin on. 
BABY YEA Its all on me,  drinks all on me, j
ust put it all on me, And the homie told me.....(buy 1 get

Tay foe dollaz, man
Y'all know how we  Rockin
Jay Flame, nigga
When I get to the top, I'ma take care of mufuckas with me

But if you my bro, we gonna

Fuck a Phillie
Five got the Dutch, Buckshot got the Colin Powell
Check my dialect from my diaphragm
You got your nine by your waistline (and)
Me

Wasn't born wit a spoon bein fed 
I was raised by a queen
Who taught me to get this bread
I can't neva get enough
Bringin heaven down to us

is not for you
On my J-O with beats by Kanye, yo
My name on the marquee
Your name off the payroll
Style fresh like I'm still a day old
And it's been

don't do this shit here just because
She didn't matter if they birthed you, I got crossed out by my blood
She be askin' what had hurt you, I was givin'

The game isn't easy to carry I started in April and now I got arm pains
And I'm gonna get green in the bank it's a matter of fact you can tell by my

hiding in the sewer
This like Penny Hardaway jump shot, you know after the maneuver
She wanna go to Canada, out there In Vancouver
She wanna get lost like

no debate, yeah
It's no debate, I can't be late
Have you ever in your life, felt so high?
My Life, My Life, My Life, My Life
It's so right, It's so

COPY

It’s been a long road 
Just got to go through it to get to it yeah


One day you’re up the next day you’re down
But stay the same the shit

for my city like it's Gotham though
Reaping what you sow life is not a joke no
I've been reaching for the souls like I'm J. Lorenzo

Hospitals killing

the fame
Young, independent artist, what more can you ask for
I do this by myself, don't need no help
Don't need no support from nobody
I'm getting Ricch