Lyrics:
.'s that's on Jam Master Jay
Uhh ahh ahh uhh ahh ahh
Jam Master, aiyyo
The crew is here with you, a check it out y'all
Jam Master, ah tell me
What
don't really do beef
Got that K like KFC
But you can catch this two piece
Juicy J and A$AP Rocky
We gon' pull up two deep
I'm too rich for all that
your nose
But only the strong survive and that's how life goes
But nigga this is the life you chose ya heard me
[Beanie]
We keep it raw & uncut for
the drastic measures
I know you want to step to me kid!
But you're thinkin' "Damn Kris is kinda big!"
Plus he rolls wit a crew that don't care
to remember
I can tell by the way you shake it
Aww now
Baby, you ain't gotta front if you want me
All you gotta do is come get me
Shorty cause I want
And sent it back if I ever seen a seed, man
And you don't even gotta ask
You know it by the smell
I treat every day like it's a payday
Top down, counting
you finna go
My paper's so long and bitch I'm finna blow
Big wads in my hands at all times
Bombay Gin dance and hoes is all mine
Please don't lose your
Coming out the alleyways of Illtown
Producer extraordinaire Kaygee
Followed by the backbone VinRock
And the last to fall onto this planet: Me
D'Ussé Keep It Wet & Juicy
D'Ussê D'Ussé Keep It Wet & Juicy
This D'Ussé, This D'Ussé Is Brought To You By My Brother Hov
I Need Every Single Liquor Store
Until tonight Lord Infamous is on the entree
You niggas be killin' me
Say you'll never do me
But still you do it
Every time I turn around
You punk
J you gotta wait your turn
Some suckers don't like me, but I'm not concerned
Six G's for twenty minutes is the pay I earn
I'm growin' and glowin' like
And change yo plans
It's the numbers on your phone
And numbers on your cell
Verse 2 Juicy J
I ain't messed up by messin crooked cowards
Wit a nigga name
candy to me (ZaZa)
Thotty can fuck on my man and then me (thot, thot)
Porta potty the opp, and you smell the debree (stain)
The block, the Naw' is
of rippin' it raw
You kiddin' me, no nigga that rap gettin' bigger than me
Although ya niggas are wettin' my style, I'm still thirsty
And we all gotta fall
the bush and just get to the point (slam)
You wanna be me, I know what you want
But you ain't gotta pull no publicity stunt (nah)
Live by the gun then you
all this cake and shooters with me
Just in case you pussy niggas try to get you a piece
What it is my nigga, what it's hidden for
Where the car you were
making niggas judge you
Is the same thing that make me want to love you
From the smell of ya hair, I want to hug you
To the way you yell "give it to me
ayy, you can call me Juicy J
You a fake nigga, USPA
Polo with two men on a horse
That mean you niggas gay
I call my wife sunshine 'cause
When I'm feeling
amaze the way that Jay rap now how
In the hell did he say that?
You diggin' me the epitome of rippin' it raw
You kiddin' me no nigga that
Rap gettin'
girl in my lap
The bass is kickin' always stickin' cause you like it that way
You take a step because it's def and plus it's by Cool J.
Cut Creator
personal beef
So lead by example or get trampled
Since Hip Hop is Dead, this is the N
Congratulations in order 'cause we
Did it again
Don't hate me now,
(Juicy J)
For all the dirt
That I did to my wife
Forgive me lord
Each and every night
Croked cops
Pull a gun don't fight
Blow you away, leave you out
infinity, you must be kiddin me
ain't niggity nuttin gettin rid of me
Big up to PMD, forever gettin blunted
Flooded in the triple black Benz 500
I riggity
three
If you’re leaving with me
Go make that money, money, money
Your money, money, money
'Cause I know how it is
Go and handle your biz
And get that
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