Yeah! Money Gang! SOD Souljer
You already know what time it is my nigga
Swag up, racks up, cash up, lets go
Soulja got the juice (3x)
Throwin money out the roof
Soulja got the juice (3x)
When you see me boy salute
Soulja got the juice (3x)
Throwin money out the roof
Soulja got the juice (3x)
Throwin money out the roof
SOD simpset bitch I know you've heard of me
I stay off in the hood, boy I post up 'bout 30 deep
The money out the roof, I'm drop top bentley coupe
Soulja gots the juice, bitch nigga I thought you knew
This a new year and I know that you see me
All this fuckin money, nigga I be so D'd
In the fuckin club I'm in VIP and yo bitch on me
She wanna suck the D, I see
Man I'm so hard, I flex so clean
Drop top chevy, that's some shit you've never seen
Flexin so hard like I'm on a magazine ('DRE)
Styrofoam cup filled up with fuckin lean
Boy I got the juice, birds in the coupe
Flexin in my hood, throwin money out the roof
50 goons deep and they all gone choose
Word around town mane Soulja got the motha fuckin JUICE
Soulja got the juice (3x)
Throwin money out the roof
Soulja got the juice (3x)
When you see me boy salute
Soulja got the juice (6x)
Throwin money out the roof
Yo girl, I fucked that
The benz, I swerved that
The police wanna hire me, but they gettin on my nerves jack, I just hit a blunt
The boss got a hundred fade, Jimmy (?)
Now about a hundred stacks
Lil 'Dre you hear me, I'm word around town
The lean and the kush got my body slowing down
I stay off in the trap, with the automatic straps
If you niggas didn't know, the skinny niggaz run the map
Lil 'Dre, simpset
Young goon rich niggas
Keep a couple clips for a little ass bitch nigga
Lil 'Dre, west side deep off in yo fuckin streets
SOD money gang PTE we too deep
Call up my nigga and he bout to bring them bands
I stay with (?) so I'm leanin like kick stand
Got stacks on top stacks and got tax on top of tax
Lil 'Dre got the juice, bitch I run the fuckin map
Soulja got the juice (3x)
Throwin money out the roof
Soulja got the juice (3x)
Throwin money out the roof
Soulja got the juice (3x)
When you see me boy salute
Soulja got the juice (3x)
Throwin money out the roof
Soulja got the juice (3x)
Come back again. I need this more than you could know.
Stress importance to tell the truth. Don't let em down.
And make sure that she's a winner.
Your expectations only let you down.
Seems like everyone is at the top and I am pulling at the bottom.
Grabbing at the air with both hands and heart,
now with both hands apart. Hands can do no more.
I give up when nothing ever goes right.
Dry and defeated. Still I can't find any reason to carry this pen.
Carry this weight till I collapse under boulders of confinement.
Your expectations only let me down.
Put me down cuz I'm sick of writing.
Get me out before I break.
Na na na-na na na...
Whoa-oh-oh
Na na na-na na na...
Whoa-oh-oh
Whats up yall Chingy slot a lot in tha house,
We got Jackpot The Pimp in the back,
We came herre today to address a certain issue that all u young playas need to know about for real
Juice these hoes (what), juice these hoes (say it), all my playas grab ya nuts and juice these hoes (come on), juice these
hoes (what), juice these hoes (say it), all my playas grab ya nuts and juice these hoes, (u tell her)Trick get back (uh),
trick get back, (u tell her) trick get back, for ya ass get smacked, (u tell her) trick get back (what), trick get back,
(u tell her) trick get back for ya head get cracked
U cant fool me hoe,
Wit that movie star role,
Take yo ass to the store,
Or get a job and blow,
Why should i love ya,
Why should i kiss ya,
Gang of cats banged ya,
Dats y i diss ya,
Imma paint a picture,
Didnt dem gang hit ya,
Now u want me to play suggar daddy off fit ya,
Crazy as a mental patient in a wheelchurr (a wheelchurr),
Take that weave out and go get some real hurr (some real hurr),
Lets play truth or durr (truth or durr),
Is it true that u gave head in tha phone booth,
Girl that shit aint cute but aw u dont curr,
When im out i see u shurr,
I dont wanna fuck i wanna get in them pockets reverse physiology aint too furr,
I claim hip,
My set ya strip,
I check my grip,
Trick, send out them lips and them hips,
Hoe u cant get a dolla from me (not one dolla),
A playa is yo man to be (dats me),
U are the weakest link girl u i dont need (go on bout ya business),
All my cats wont u sing it wit me
Juice these hoes (what), juice these hoes (say it), all my playas grab ya nuts and juice these hoes (come on), juice these
hoes (what), juice these hoes (say it), all my playas grab ya nuts and juice these hoes, (u tell her)Trick get back (uh),
trick get back, (u tell her) trick get back, for ya ass get smacked, (u tell her) trick get back (what), trick get back,
(u tell her) trick get back for ya head get cracked
Done wit that depressiments,
Young minded aggresive shit,
Cats seein to touch her clit,
Really dont know who u messin wit,
Yall this aint no sexual shit,
Un-disrepectful bitch,
Take a look at my neck-a-lace,
Betta then what u get up for breakfast,
U can let them passers hit,
Till u reach my measurements,
Neva dealt wit pressure pimp,
Advertizing dont neva simp,
Girls talk,
Doods do it,
I aint heard an impressive chick,
My lesson is neva sweat a chick,
Wit im wit first is like leadament,
Im a betta rich,
She betta then,
Girl lets freak then exit chick,
She like to be rubbed wit Paniten,
Talk what she like and get a answer,
Hoe u cant get a dolla from me (not one dolla),
A playa is yo man to be (dats me),
U are the weakest link girl u i dont need (go on bout ya business),
All my cats wont u sing it wit me
Juice these hoes (what), juice these hoes (say it), all my playas grab ya nuts and juice these hoes (come on), juice these
hoes (what), juice these hoes (say it), all my playas grab ya nuts and juice these hoes, (u tell her)Trick get back (uh),
trick get back, (u tell her) trick get back, for ya ass get smacked, (u tell her) trick get back (what), trick get back,
(u tell her) trick get back for ya head get cracked
They did us so many times i gotta do these hoes,
Quit lookin at me all funny i dont curr if u these hoes,
This how i view these hoes,
Came to chose these hoes,
Use these hoes for what they worth and lose these hoes,
They filled wit 2 peice hoes,
I know that u see O's,
In my check book and my net is usually froze,
I like groopie hoes,
Just come to me show,
Hit and run wit out child support,
Now sue me hoe cuz,
Hoe u cant get a dolla from me (not one dolla),
A playa is yo man to be (dats me),
U are the weakest link girl u i dont need (go on bout ya business),
All my cats wont u sing it wit me
Juice these hoes (what), juice these hoes (say it), all my playas grab ya nuts and juice these hoes (come on), juice these
hoes (what), juice these hoes (say it), all my playas grab ya nuts and juice these hoes, (u tell her)Trick get back (uh),
trick get back, (u tell her) trick get back, for ya ass get smacked, (u tell her) trick get back (what), trick get back,
You now witnessing the birth of Conglomerate music
It's a new wave, this dominant new shit
The game game don't change, just the faces
I know 'em on a first name basis
You now witnessing the rain of Conglomerate music
It's a new wave, this dominant new shit
The game game don't change, just the faces
I know 'em on a first name basis
[Juice]
Look, the game's been explained, the game remains
The frame is still the frame, only the names have changed
See, it's different now, young niggaz aim they flame
You got niggaz who don't even got no game with chains
And moguls, you lookin at one for real
I'm bout to have a hundred mill like i spun the wheel
I sting man automatically, bring in your faculty
Peep my team jo, I got kingpins backing me
It's, more than just some rhyming shit
I'm the one bombing it
the number one prominant click, CONGLOMERATE BITCH
We come dominate shit, I'm that low-key
J, I just watch from the stands like Pat Croce
Pull a gat slowly, feeling that ol' heat
Pop like red and bocker, 'till the bullets clap OC
Cats in the back know me, I'm mackin fees
And tell a hustler, you can have the eight, the crack on me
I tell 'em, bet you have the fiends try to snap those see
'cause I know eventually it's all coming back to me
I'm so dope, I'm just sitting here in a state of mind
When you probably get arrested if you try to weigh a line
Like Attica, we lock it down, take no prisoners
Especially when the hen and dro is in us
Shit, we got three commas, six ouzes that gig enough
Corporate, trust me, it's deeper that show business
We live for the love of the game, the flow livin us
Not a click livin that could ever blow trees with us
Aint none, 'cause cant one run a town
It's deeper that Hugh Hefner's swimming pool
No time to run it down
Rap, we run in now, but rap is just a hobby
We building sky-scrapers from the roof to the lobby
And still got the guns to shoot through your hamstring
Chorus:
Everytime you touch me
I get vertigo
Everytime you love me baby
I just lose control
Every we step we take
I'm closer to the edge
Baby be there when I call
And catch me when I fall
How could I know
That you'd be the one
To turn my world
Upside down
I couldn't see it
I kept belevin'
We were just havin' fun
I must admit it
You've got me spinnin' round and round
When we're in it
Oh my feet don't touch the ground
I've never felt this way before
Cause every dizzy second
Keeps me coming back for more
[Chorus]
There's something about it
When we're alone
It feels so right
And that's all I know
Can you feel it too
Is it real for you
Or are you just having fun
Cause I'll admit it
You've got me spinnin' round and round
When we're in it
Oh my feet don't touch the ground
I've never felt this way before
Cause every dizzy second
Keeps me coming back for more
I've been thinking of us these days
And how we changed from the way
That we were, oh baby can't you feel
Love's turned away
And it doesn't feel the same way at all
So I say to you
Chorus:
Goodbye my love (goodbye, goodbye now)
Goodbye, now the happy days are over
So long and I won't shed no tears at all
No I'll put all those memories away
No more blindly believing a lie, no
I'll make it through on my own each day
Oh baby, can' you see love turned away
It could never be the same anymore
So I say to you
[Chorus]
Bridge:
I never meant to hurt you, no, no
I know we failed but at least we tried
Boy you know time changes everything
So goodbye to my love (bye my love)
It's all that I can do, so I say to you
[Chorus]
Goodbye
This time I really mean it
Goodbye my love
I was ready, to throw up my hands
'Cause I knew love didn't love me anymore
But to my surprise your big brown eyes
Came and rescued me
Oh and it feels so good
Boy you know what you do to me
You make me happy
When I'm feeling low
So no matter what you believe
I'm trying to give my best
So don't worry about the rest
You know, I'm down for your love
Baby everyday, anytime you say
You know, I'm down for your love
Put your trust in me
'Cause I'm what you need
Oh baby (you know) I'm coming real with you
So don't worry about a thing when you're with me
I'll take good care of you, all of the time
You fulfill my fantasies (hey)
Boy you know what you do to me
I've been so happy
And you should know
So no matter what you believe
I'm trying to give my best
And so don't worry about the rest
You know, I'm down for your love
Baby everyday, anytime you say
You know, I'm down for your love
Put your trust in me
'Cause I'm what you need
You know I'm down for your love (down for your love)
You know I'm down for your love (down for your love)
There's no doubt in my mind
What I feel for you
Baby you're worth all the time in the world
That's why I'm down for your love
You know, I'm down for your love
Baby everyday, anytime you say
You know, I'm down for your love
Put your trust in me
'Cause I'm what you need
Baby you know I'm down
Baby you know I'm down
For your loving
You've always wanted your son to be
And I and I cannot see
This man that your head has designed
And I and I cannot be
This image of your fucking jock boy
And I and I cannot be
Cause I am I am I am me
You'll break mine and I don't wanna live
Your not right I just don't wanna give
And I'm seein' your face and I wonder why
And I'm seein' your face and I try
This man that I've become is not
And I and I cannot see
All that your heart dreampt
And I and I cannot be
Well take a look at your fuckin son now
And I and I cannot be
Cause I am I am I am me
Chorus
And dear daddy
My God
And dear daddy
My God
You always take whats mine
You're just a waste of time
Black numerous times at start and behind the beat
To tell the truth man. Shit, we all grew up in the ghetto
Young black males, huh. Those black girls, hide and go get it
It was real in the hood. Niggaz kept it real. I mean, they did
It was only black. That's all we knew, shit. Ain't a damn thing change
Nigga proud to be one. Put that on anything
[Verse 1]
Don't make me have to get the black gloves and black ski mask
Anything a nigga have to do to get me cash
You know I wear a lot of blue
'Cause that's just what a nigga do
Tonight I got on so much black I look invisible
They say that all black man are criminals, dead orin jail
Well, I'm an angry, young, black individual
My daddy born black, my momma born black
Daddy was a mack and daddy ain't know how to act
But daddy had the black Cadillac, he had black slacks
Driving me to school, I used to toat the black backpack
And napsack, black raps in my mind I'm hearing it
I wrote about the only thing I knew, the black experience
Stick-ball, playing dice by the brick wall
Say bloody mary three times, that bitch will get yall
Street fights, being in before the street lights
Before I ever learned to freak a beat right
Nigga, I was black
[Chorus]
Don't be fuckin round with me 'cause I'll have you seeing black
Trying to get me for the chain, I'll make you faker black
There ain't nothing in my heart or in my soul 'cause it's black
I told you it's black 3X
Now every gram and collar green, nigga that's black
And plastic on a brand new sofa, that's black
Freeze pops, and double dutch and hot chips black
I'm trying to tell you big pimping, that's black
[Verse 2]
My momma told me, don't be on that
Terry, don't get sidetracked
Terry, you was born black, and you gon' die black
And you gon' always be black, and you gon' always know black
Even though, you the lightest motherfucker on the Kodak
But know that you should act black, knowing you should rap at
Know when to pull it
And when you should shake hands, and that's that
She said, you're black, so them coppers will harrass you
And them black choppers see who hiding in the grass too
She said being black is heaven in hell
But most black man either end up dead or in jail
She told me, you don't have to date black, and you don't have to marry it
But never ever hate black, be proud of it and carry it
And even when they put you in the dirt, they'll never burry it
And don't just have one approach son, you need to varry it
Before baseball, before basketball
Even when my casket fall
A nigga still black
[Chorus]
[Verse 3]
Black way of thinking, I'm done with it, I'm through with it
Why they call it black male, fuck I have to do with it
I never knew they'd punk, every black crack one day
The stock market crashed, and they called it black Monday
black kids are ghetto, black cats are bad luck
Wear black at funerals, to me it doesn't add up
But I don't give a mad fuck, what you try and label me
I'm one black nigga getting paid from using ABC's
Black are less intelegent, rap is just irrelevant
And in most black neighborhoods, crack is just so prevalent
Disproportionately, I see black put up on death row
And not the one in Interscope either, where all the rest go
And it's still Ok to tell a little white lie
Cops pull over black kids, the black kid, he might die
But no matter what they say, how we destroy the world
I love these black boys and girls
Am I happy - maybe not
But I never wanna lose what I got
I wouldn't trade it for anything dear to my heart, oh no
You take the good times with the bad
How else would you know happy from sad
Sooner or later
You gonna have to finally look back
And you'll look back and see
What happened in between
And you'll appreciate
Each and every single day
The pop of the cork
And the cling of the glasses
We toast to the future
And we drink to the past
It might not be easy
But nevertheless
These are the best days (of our lives)
Sometimes the weather can be rain
But one day it will be sunny again
Without the clouds of life
It's just another sunny day
The pop of the cork
And the cling of the glasses
We toast to the future
And we drink to the past
It might not be easy
But nevertheless
These are the best days (of our lives)
These are the times
That I will never forget
These are the best days (of our lives)
And you'll look back and see
What happened in between
And you'll appreciate
Each and every single day
The pop of the cork
And the cling of the glasses
We toast to the future
And we drink to the past
It might not be easy
But nevertheless
These are the best days (of our lives)
It might not be easy
But nevertheless
[hook]
Be on the lookout for J-U
Cause niggaz'll do what we do
Believe me I'm watching you too
So be on the lookout for J-U
Be on the lookout for J-U
Cause niggaz'll do what we do
Believe me I'm watching you too
So be on the lookout for J-U (you)
[verse1]
Mr. Double-murder-on-loose-leaf, hey life happens
Mr. News-brief, Mr. Front-I-might-cap-him (Shit!)
Mr. Impolite, snap and represent the right rapping
Mr. White-folks-pimp-the-mic-laughing
Mr. Wear-the-right-fashion, Mr. Typecastic
Mr. Saw-your-soundscan-but-breezed-right-passed-it
Mr. Bozack, Mr. Crip-the-night-acid
Mr. Don't-step-until-you-get-your-life-mastered
Mr. Get-the-girl-probably-twist-a-dyke-backwards
Mr. Rent-the-suits-but-whole-sales-to-white-caskets
Label exec's, Mr. Major-respect
I perfected the art of rapping, shit the tables is next
Mr. Indy-rap, the big labels is vexed
Mr. Illinois-where-niggaz-like-to-play-with-the-techs
Mr. Thick-chain, Ya, I know the cable is fresh
But if you reach, I'm Mr. Motherfucking-lay-you-to-rest
[hook]
Be on the lookout for J-U (J-U)
Cause niggaz'll do what we do (we do)
Believe me I'm watching you too (you too)
So be on the lookout for J-U (motherfuckers)
Be on the lookout for J-U (J-U)
Cause niggaz'll do what we do (we do)
Believe me I'm watching you too (you too)
So be on the lookout for J-U (you)
[verse2]
Just call him Mr. Obnoxious, Mr. Love-foxes
Mr. Got-the-gat, nobody in the club boxes
Mr. Slug-from-the-glock-just-plugged-a-hostage
Mr. Mink-jacket, Mr. Love-for-the-ostrich
Mr. Shut-your-club-down, Mr. Hot-shit
Mr. Creep-with-my-coogi, eatting sushI with chop sticks
Mr. Hot-dick-sucked, never knock chicks up
Mr. Throw-away-the-house-keys-and-lock-shit-up
I'm Mr. China-white-considered-drug-boxes
Mr. Dynomite-cat, Mr. Thug-glock-shit
Mr. Blow-the-spot-quick, Mr. Too-toxic
Mr. Take-the-show-no-matter-who-rocks-it
Mr. Hit-the-village-high-and-walk-around-New-York-lit
Mr. Two-hoes, one light and one chocolate
Mr. Don't-rap-on-it-if-it-don't-fit
Mr. Dont-charge-him-with-that-it-won't-stick
Motherfuckers
[hook]
Be on the lookout for J-U (J-U)
Cause niggaz'll do what we do (we do)
Believe me I'm watching you too (you too)
So be on the lookout for J-U (motherfuckers)
Be on the lookout for J-U (J-U)
Cause niggaz'll do what we do (we do)
Believe me I'm watching you too (you too)
So be on the lookout for J-U (you)
[verse3]
Mr. Get-a-leather, Mr. Juice-the-better-dresser
Mr. Reincarnation-of-my-predecessors
Mr. Wear-a-Gap-sweater, Mr. Who-can-rap-better
Mr. No-extras-if-ands-etceteras
Mr. I-can-crawl-and-be-three-steps-ahead-of-ya
Seven game series, J-U swept competitors
Mr. Imbalanced, Mr. Chemically-irregular
Mr. Record-a-whole-damn-record-using-a-cellular
Mr. Case-beater, Mr. Once-did-a-stretch-in-a'-
County-cell-block-jail-locking-keys-forever-tha-
Bozak-gangsta, niggaz dont even measure up
Mr. Better-duck-or-get-your-motherfucking-feathers-plucked
Mr. Cheedar-quick, Mr. Etiquette
Mr. People-loved-it-when-I-said-the-shit, subject and the predicate
Mr. Beretta-spit, bullets tearing through your redirect
Mr. Juice, fuck it, I'm Mr. Better-shit
[hook]
Be on the lookout for J-U
Cause niggaz'll do what we do
Believe me I'm watching you too
So be on the lookout for J-U
Be on the lookout for J-U
Cause niggaz'll do what we do
Believe me I'm watching you too
[Speaking]
New Juice, the CONGLOMERATE, come on
[Verse 1]
Now sometimes, you got to fight it out
Find something how to write about and white it out
It ain't too many things I ain't seen or done
Cream and guns, I'm feeling like our rap dreams have begun
The scene is upon us, the green is enormous
I'm god's law, you could read me in your tauris
You could call me, when it's a weed shortage
I breez through artists, It's funny and shit, they wanna
Alter a nigga, when my money's legit
I guess they must've thought that I was fucking with Knicks
Shit, they should've caught me when I was bringing bricks in
Right past customs,driving them to chicks in
Now I'm in the big Benz, stacking sick ends
And just wait, loyalties ain't even kicked in
And young jackers get immortalized forever at twenty-one
I used to move more damn weight than anyone
[Chorus]
Give it all you got, no matter what you do
You got to keep it real with yourself
One shot at the top, you never got two
I'll let you know the deal
Give it all you got, no matter what you do
You got to keep it real
It's one shot at the top, you never get two
No time to chill nigga
[Verse 2]
In my crib, use big screens is my rule
Yo boy got more sixteens than high school
More twenty-two's than college, I drop jewels
Fools refuse to use the knowledge
I used to set up whole schools in the projects
When niggas is dead broke, hoes viewed as objects
Opps, I just contradicted myself, who the fuck am I to teach
I'm afflicted myself, at least I'm rich
You gonna get priced out if you try
Two point seven, I'm iced out in july
Sometimes, taking the right rout, you do right
Chuchu breaking the pipe out, my crew high
I send this one out to Chi
Approach CONGLOM wrong, no doubts you die
The second live don't just drop out the sky
I ain't took the game yet, but I'm out to try, nigga
[Chorus]
[Verse 3]
I'm adjacent to myself, with the spirit that I rhyme with
My Movado is broken, my lyrics are timeless
I'm with the great ones, whoever you call great
But niggas always got their hands out like All State
I'm like "Excuse me G, I don't fuckin know ya
I can't do nothing for ya."
I'm not the nigga to depend on
Because before I let you eat, I'm gonna have to put my friends on
I might rush you through the crowd, and write ten songs
Or air it out, I'm just trying to see the endzone
Or you can kind of say, I'm kind of like the goal post
I'm always up-right with it when I hold toast
Mr. Gold Coast, rocking a chain
I'm hot like flame, with no block to claim
Em know me, and Jin knows of me
One in a million like the great ten Moseley
Kan' Know me, Kanye Knows me
Twista know me, It's ya homie
Slum know me, Dilated do
Jurassic 5, since way back in eighty-two
Xzibit know me, Tash, Jeru and Ino
Royce, what up cuz, you need to holla at yo people
To all my underground niggas that I started with
You know the battle cat, I'll show you who the artist is
He grew up claiming BZT
When Rio was gettin bone-taste from Eazy-E
So nigga please, let me be me
Somewhere between fifty and BDP, lies me
I'll leave your vocal cords come in a loose
I am not the one to comfront in the booth
King of freestyle, I've done it as a youth
And I don't know a motherfucker that want it with Juice
[Chorus]
[Juice speaking]
That's real. Yea. Emmaculate on the beat. Whattup nigga
Conglomerate. J U, I haven't even started my rain, I'm
Sip the juice cuz i got enough to go around,
And the thought takes place uptown
I grew up on the sidewalk where i learned street talk,
And then taught to hawk new york-
I go to queens for queens to get the crew from brooklyn,
Make money in manhattan and never been tooken,
Go uptown and the bronx to boogie down,
Get strong on the island, recoupe, and lay around.
Time to bulid my juice back up-
Props back up, suckers get smacked up
Don't doubt the clout, you know what i'm about
Knocking niggaz off, knocking niggaz out
Shaking em up, waking em up
Raking em up, breaking em up...
Standing on shaky grounds too close to the edge
Let's see if i know the ledge
Corners' trifling 'cause shorty's here
I get cock-d liffin' forty's of beer;
Here's a sip for the crew that's deceased,
If i get revenge, then they rest in peace.
Somebody's got to suffer, i just might spare one-
And give a brother a fair one!
Stay alert and on "p's".
And i do work with these- like hercules,
Switch to southpaw, split your right jaw
'cause i don't like y'all, i'm hype when night fall.
Smooth but i move like an army
Bulletproof down in case brothers try to bomb me,
Putting brothers to rest like elliot ness
'cause i don't like stress
Streets ain't a place for innocent bystanders to stand
Nutting's gonna stop the plan
I'll chill like pacino, kill like deniro
Black gambino, die like a hero
Living on shaky grounds too close to the edge
Let's see if i know the ledge!
Shells lay around on the battleground
Dead bodies are found throughout the town.
Tried to put shame in my game to make a name, i'm a
Put it on a bullet, put it in your brain.
Rip the block like a buckshot,
Who cares where it goes, just keep the casket closed,
No remorse when a life is lost
I paid my dues- paid the cost!
...and my pockets are still fat,
Wherever i'm at, i get the welcome mat.
Even if my crew steep with one deep
I attract attention, people like to peep
So come say hi to the badguy
Don't say goodbye, i don't plan to die!
'cause i get loose and i got troops
And crazy juice!
In control of many like ayatollah khomeini
Hang out wit smith and wesson, don't try to play me.
I'm at war alot, like anwar sadat..
But no warning shot, my gun is warm alot.
When i cook beef, the smoke will never clear,
Areas in fear but this here's a fear!
Living life too close to the edge
Hoping that i know the ledge....
A brand new morn, no time to yawn
Shower's on, power's on
Late for school, i catch the train
Girls sip "cristal" and whisper my name
I push up like an exercise,
Check the intellect and inspect the thighs
Select the best one, pull her to the side
Keep her occupied for the rest of the ride
Read my resume she's know i'm 'ready cool
Just meet me after school,
We can moan and groan until your mom come home ,
And you be calling me al "dope" capone.
Sweatin' me, she didn't want to let me loose-
Come get me, that's if you want to sip the juice
Cause the streets await me, so i take my gun off safety
Cause alot of niggaz hate me
Coming out of the building, they set me up
Sprayed wit automatics, they wet me up
In a puddle of blood, i lay close to the edge
Yeah, Ah, Lab Techs, man
Hey man
What's up?
You got to get these niggaz man
We will
They don't know like I know
Ah-ha, J U, That's me, ICE
Huh, Lab Teks
[Verse 1]
I'm from C H I C A to the GO
Sipping on courvosier, what up Rio
Niggaz can't try to see J, with Miss Cleo
J flow Y3K, J neo
Every bar I drop is penetentary steel
Every car I rock represent me on the real
It ain't hard to hop in the Bentley's or DeVille's
No gimmicks, I'm multy, simply through the skill
J, I distribute my own CD
Fuck you, this is a tribute to only me
And my clique nigga, CONGLOMERATE
You predesigned with it, but I redefine lyrics
So open up your eyes, read the signs and hear it
The trey'll leave you niggaz with leaky minds and spirits
Lay these niggaz flat like matresses
Understand where I'm at with this
This is J..
[Chorus]
J, a nigga packing trey all day, is like
U, must understand what I do nigga
I, represent the CHI
CE, them niggaz ain't fucking with me [x2]
[Verse 2]
Better watch me, I'll show you what floss mean
Or you can get your mouth blown off like soft scheme
These skills are trinitron, 16's are effortless
Success we been upon, the hood is still repping us
You night like dinner time, for anyone approaching us
Fuckin with the pentagon, you think we just some vocalists
This is a rap rennaisance, I'm magnificent
Slugs are past stitches, I'm life's antifisist
J, got the right man ripping it
My cD dissappear like Soundscan is sniffing it
JU, slash ICE period
Debut, slash rap's 3D lyricist
Drug supplier, these thugs are liers
LAb Teks spit the flame, I'm in love with the fire
Thug attire, like I'm lapping in the tunnel
I'm downtown niggaz, six-oh, six-one-oh
[Chorus x2]
[Verse 3]
If you want a little piece, I'll give you a little piece
I'll set this motherfucker off like the middle east
And let it jump, I stay calm as a reverend
I used to walk through the valley, like son's 27
The bomb when I step in the club
Comfy like Saddam with the weapon, it's love
These niggaz fall down and they never get up
Nigga, you can't buy a vowel now, the three letters is up
J, I'm left brain, hard to explain
I'm worse than 9/11 when the jets came
worse than John Rocker at Mets games
Cocking the tek, aim and blast
Hop in the Lex, range ang gas
And they wonder why I'm angry at
These lil' niggaz in the CHI wearing Yankee hats
You Chicago nigga, you can't be that
You ain't number one Joe, you ain't T-Mac
Nigga, don't claim Brooklyn, don't do that
When you niggaz come home, we don't want you back
This is 312, all pimps in it
Fall through, all blue, still creeping it
CONGLOM, pimps in it, the hood don't get us
We can't stop crooking, yall fiends won't let us
Do the math, what does one minus one equal
A bad situation for your people
Holla..
(run for your life)
ha ha
(save ya'self)
Chicago is in this motherfucker tonight
Thats my word
I suggest niggaz (run for your life)
And try'ta (save ya'self)
Fa'sho (aint no running from me)
Swear before God these niggaz don't want none
(I do)
Hit it God
[verse1]
My niggaz is high, my niggaz is living and die
We did it in Chi, see my whole city, we ride
And hoes say "He got the prettiest eyes"
Until they see them turn pitch black when death is what I visualize
And all those who attempt to go against my rise
Better be gunning with a click as demented as mine
Cause one of us 'a leave and, one of us will stay and
One of us will breathe but, one of us will lay in
I'm feeling just as nutty as fuck, living it up
I swear to God I'll leave these niggaz bloody as fuck
I got a passion for putting my foot on the gas, mashing
Blasting on whatever niggaz will be or have been
Feel me laughing, fuck what you talking about
It's like hop-scotch, I rather just be chalking you out
Bitch niggaz need to carry a purse, I rather bury ya' first
Iceberg slim, America's worst
[hook]
(run for your life)
I suggest motherfuckers try ta' (save ya'self)
It's major wealth
I dont really care or give a fuck about who know you
And if I gotta go, you go too
Now make a move nigga
(run for your life)
You motherfuckers need ta' (save ya'self)
You dun played yourself
Niggaz wanna act like they ill and higher then God
Til they come against the firing squad
Checkmate
[verse2]
I suggest women and kids take cover when my adrenaline spit
I'll leave you laying on a tenement brick
Ready to paint the curb red, niggaz bleeding
Just give me a reason, cause some punk niggaz deserve lead
Hit them with a whole clip, making your soul drip
Show his ass exactly how cold cold can get
Four-Fours'll spit, flows is so sick
Po-pos'll get hit, white roses, thats it
I think its about time niggaz get out-lined (lined)
Suits are getting fitted, the sun will not shine (shine)
Slugs through your spine (thats right)
Your life is like a new Benz and I'm about to start jacking niggaz blind
What you aint heard? This is murder by design
For any motherfucker whispering about mine (about mine)
And I'm J-U calico, I let these niggaz know
I bring drama from the door nigga
[hook]
(run for your life)
I suggest niggaz try ta' (save ya'self)
It's major wealth
I dont really care or give a fuck about who know you
And if I gotta go, you go too
Now make a move nigga
(run for your life)
Gun and a knife, you need to (save ya'self)
You dun played yourself
All these punk niggaz wanna act like they higher then God
Til they come against the firing squad
Checkmate
[verse3]
It dont matter if I'm rapping or not, I'm still packing the hot
Seventeen shot'll mack in the glock
I'll leave these niggaz backless, spineless, brainless
Nines is, stainless, crimes is, heinous
I'll do it execution style, J'll make it painless
My guns have names but bullets remain nameless
Pulling the thang flagrant, the third rail'll face them
You can go to Hell facing 'empty shell casings
Tell Jason "Hi," kiss your life goodbye
Damn shame she's widow cause your wife is fly
But now your whole soul well it belongs to Chi
What tha fuck?! Niggaz think they too strong to die
Fucking with J, I'll lift motherfuckers up up and away
Everytime a niggaz tucking a tray
It's like rock paper scissors nigga, gun and a knife
If you like fresh air, I suggest niggaz run for their life
[hook]
(run for your life)
I suggest you punk niggaz try ta' (save ya'self)
Major wealth
Niggaz wanna front, I dont care about who know you
Cause if I gotta go, you go too
Now make a move nigga
(run for your life)
Gun and a knife, you need to (save ya'self)
You dun played yourself
Every rap nigga wanna act like they higher then God
Til they come against the firing squad
Checkmate nigga
(run for your life)
I suggest niggaz try ta' (save ya'self)
I dont care about all your little street plugs
I dont care who know you
But if I gotta go, you go too
Now make a move nigga
(run for your life)
Gun and a knife, you need ta' (save ya'self)
You dun played yourself
Every rap nigga wanna act like they higher then God
Til they meet the damn firing squad
[Juice]
Back when (back when)
Way back (way back)
I'ma take you way back (way back yo)
One nigga's life on 2 inch (my life)
Let's go back (way back)
Way back (Uh huh)
Follow me now...
I spend long days and long nights gettin' songs tight
But Mr. Battle Rap got seen in the wrong light
You know my resume, Skribble Jam, Rap Olympics
Rap sheet, from then on it's all academic
I taught the underground how to make a flow great
Juice and Eminem on The Wake Up Show tapes
For most fan, that's when Juice was first seen
I showed the world how to spit it off the head verse clean
Showed emcees what a real verse mean
Nasty off the head since the age of thirteen
I used to embarass other rappers back then
Before T-Boz started datin' Mack 10
Way back before I was a name in the game
No rap fame, no fat chain
Now they line up to see Juice when he tours
And for those that stuck with me, I'm exclusively yours
[Juice & Female Singer - Chorus]
For real hip hop, real hip hop (Northpole)
I can't let 'em steal hip hop (Southside)
I'm here 'til this shit stop (Westside)
So get 'em up if you feel hip hop, hop (No doubt)
Ill hip hop, real hip hop (Northpole)
I can't let 'em steal hip hop (Southside)
I'm here 'til this shit stop (Westside)
Now get 'em up if you feel hip hop, hop (No doubt)
Blaze battle cats try to flock me out of +Ho-Hair+
Another competition for free, don't even go there
I've paid my dues, I slayed my crews
I done ripped everybody, afraid of who?
Tell HBO they gotta pay me when the jet land
Then I show the whole world that I'm the best man
Ask me, the whole thing was just a truly wack function
Crowd only cheered if one of the tracks touched 'em
Crime snapped, but it went to my man from Minneappolis
All y'all gotta feel J-U when he rappin' this
Eydea got nothin', I knew this day would come around
When networks and magizines would pimp the underground
If I sued, I could prolly gone for sure in court
What the fuck is blazin' niggaz? need tour support
We can't let the ??? rappers effects us (hell nah)
We gettin' raped by the cats put in posistion to protect us
[Juice & Female Singer - Chorus]
This is ill hip hop, real hip hop (Midwest)
I can't let 'em steal hip hop (Eastcoast)
I'm here 'til this shit stop (Westcoast)
So get 'em up if you feel hip hop, hop (No doubt)
Ill hip hop, real hip hop (Northpole)
I can't let 'em steal hip hop (Down South)
I'm here 'til this shit stop (Westcoast)
Now get 'em up if you feel hip hop, hop (No doubt)
I think back to when I battled Super-Nat in two-thou'
Juice's first loss, what's he guna do now?
I held my undefeated rev sacrid inside
But like all real Gs, I had to take it in stride
A nigga beats me, and his flow is off key
That's when I vow, I never let 'em make dough off me
On The Wake Up, Nat was sayin' - "Juice Was Pre-Wrote"
Not knowing I'm so sick, I see the next three quotes
And I know he sound like Big, but Juice is unbelievable
You don't have to know to understand it's simply inconceivable
In this underground world, it's hard to be believed
When cats try to say your shit is pre-conceived
Nat tried to give me some advice about my flow
He gave me the ultimate respect, and didn't even know
He said - "Stop Writing Your Battle Rhymes & Freestyle More"
I just smiled and thought - "That's What I'll Freestyle For" (haha,y'all
dont have no idea)
I swear I'ma always keep it real for y'all (for real)
I mean that sincerely, from the heart you know what I mean?
What's this?
[Juice & Female Singer - Chorus]
This is ill hip hop, real hip hop (Northpole)
I can't let 'em steal hip hop (Southside)
I'm here 'til this shit stop (Westside)
Now get 'em up if you feel hip hop, hop (No doubt)
Ill hip hop, real hip hop (Midwest)
I can't let 'em steal hip hop (Eastcoast)
I'm here 'til this shit stop (Westcoast)
Now get 'em up if you feel hip hop, hop (No doubt)
This is illl hip hop, real hip hop (Northpole)
I can't let 'em steal hip hop (Southside)
I'm here 'til this shit stop (Westside)
So get 'em up if you feel hip hop, hop (No doubt)
Ill hip hop, real hip hop (Midwest)
I can't let 'em steal hip hop (Down South)
I'm here 'til this shit stop (West coast)
[verse 1]
girl i been contemplatin
patiently awaitin for your love
to rub me
hug me
touch me
squeeze me
tease me please me
running out of breath to say just what you mean to me
if i could take this pain
and turn it back
to tha rain
tha same
that hits your window pane
when we make love
in early spring
time over again baby
i stopped lovin my crew
exclusively love you
to see if love was true
but all you do is make a fool of every single thing I'm tryin to do for you
[chorus]2x
cuz you don't even love me
and you don't even trust me
then how can i live for you
girl i would kill for you
[verse 2]
baby
i call you on the phone
hopin you all alone
and see if we could bone
but your not even there
sometimes i wonder if you
give a damn
or do you wish it was him (yeah)
nobody else but you can have me like you do
you make me feel so true
thats why i love you still and i guess i always will
[chorus]2x
cuz you don't even love me
and you don't even trust me
then how can i live for you
girl i would kill for you
[verse 3]
if i had one last breath
and you cried out for help
i know myself
i travel cross the seven seas
so you could breath
even if it meant tha death of
JUICE
im like that dude from saw
i cut my whole arm off
crawl on my hands
and even before i rest in peace
look you in yo eye
before i die
and tell you that
im sorry
[chorus]4x
cuz you don't even love me
and you don't even trust me
then how can i live for you
girl i would kill for you
Still got that key to the city....
[Verse 1]
uh..uh....uh
J-U, The hot shit, to hot to fall
I'm too ahead of my time kid, I stop for y'all
in a drunk mind state, I bomb Kuwait
I'm so ill I raise the dead when I rhyme at wakes
From the moment that my first verse caught your head
years later you'll be buggin' off the thoughts I said
Now I'm lampin' on the street, with my foot on the curb
give me the illest concept, and I can put it in words
Analog mics are used to record the subliminal
Pro Tools chapped em soundwave and make em digital
Flow cool Juice'll do the mic something pitiful
For me you're gonna need a million gigabytes minimal
Niggas wanna rap they gettin in it for dough
but start hangin up when they cell minutes are low
I'm toed back off of a couple Guinnesses though
I'll have people passin' out before I finish the show
now you feelin' insecure when I grin at yo' ho'
I had her ass in the air kid, chin on the flo'
Now you tryin' to spend your dough, so your women'll know
I'm still Juice but big Panik put the gin in the flow
Now the flows are the fattest crazy rap status
Juice hold belts in all the fuckin' weight classes
I'm anti-sobriety, I try to stay tipsy
I move at the speed of light, Blink, you missed me
[Chorus]
From the Midwest, to the West
And all sides of the U.S. feeling buddah blessed
No matter how it goes we fresh
Cause you can have a scantron and still can't test, the best
[Chorus 2]
From the East coast to the West
The best sides of the U.S. feeling buddah blessed
No matter how it goes we fresh
Cause you can have a scantron and still can't test, the best
[Verse 2]
I was told by the council, to lead the new millinium
One ounce'll have your skin chippin' like a pentium
3 processor, nobody floss fresher
my style very day to day like a cross dresser (Whoo)
Juice at the club, your whore I macked her
She forgot she had a man until the morning after
Bones and vocal cords get torn and fractured
She said comparin' us was like before and after
Juice bust 'em out, flush 'em out, what's the fuss about
I kick lines other cats can only cuss about
they say Juice is on the lose, have you seem him
I'm day and night and every hour between 'em
I'm on some Mary J. shit, nigga this is my life
Tape so hot they had to wrap it up in dry-ice
So having any thoughts about winnin me God
is like tryin to save a game without a memory card
And in case you didn't know, I'm paid to hijack your motorcade
Try to wave to the crowd I'm blowin off your shoulder blade
your chance to live is at a very low percentage
your so close to death that you can see your own image
A amateur, lost to a professional
Now they dissconnectin you from all that bullshit you was connected to
I need no remorse, I had to diminish 'em
In Mortal Kombat I had the crowd screamin' "Finish him"
September 2 I got it
Yeah yeah you already know who it is
New breath of the muthafuckin west coast
I'm a rida patrone and the best smoke
They call juice the T.I. of the west coast
This Arizonas shit on my chest
I'm a ride this bitch out if it means till death
The city can't fight us the rap leonitis
Got 300 killas and goons right beside us
Fuck it I bubble hard from twin to double r
From dre to mike mill I got the life shield
I'm the diamond of the city look around b
Bitch I'm a king in my lane and people crowned me
I've been smashin it I been mashin shit
I break bread in my city like a capitalist
Homie it's like that I'm on the right track
I am to game what dwayne is besides shaq
You see the youngn doin his thang
It's only right stand here say that I'm king
Representing that West Coast flavor yeah...
Calli untouchable DJs yeah...
This is a Calli untouchable Blackwall street exclusive
I got it yeah yeah...
DJ Skee exclusive
I punish ever remix from never? to sweet
Hurricane of the A-Zone ask the streets
Classy leep? spittin with that classic speach
Make these niggas understand there's none after me
I'm so cocky chain stocky
Go hard in the paint call him Charles Barkley
Just watch me uhh
I'm makeing moves like a don
I'm a king about mine and never moveing like a pown?
Checkmate bitch!
The west coast got a facefift
The arizona crown holder that's my statement
Niggas fear me what's real will
The CHR millz and realism
Shot out to bury I
I'm known to ride
I got that pheonix on my chest
So I'm know to rise
Gasta godfather doing his thang
It's only right here stand here stay that I'm king
-JUICE
Ooh that shit was crazy!
That shit was crazy there did you hear that! yeah!
You are coming on this way
Fuck you
You are coming on this way
I know you
You are coming on this way
Fuck you
If you belong to me, nothing else would matter
I'll give you the moon and the stars, on a silver
platter
I'll kiss you the way that you should be kissed
I'll show you the kind of love, that you've missed
So Hear me
Sweet baby
My heart won't lie
What you need is what you get
If you come to me
I'll give you love won't regret
I'll set you free
If you belive like I belive
Boy, you know it's true
everything you need
I'll give it to you
You've been alone too long, baby let me help you
I'll show you where your heart belongs, you know I'd
love you
I'll give you a thousand reasons to stay
Leave a light in my window, if you lose your way
So don't fear baby, I'm right here
My heart won't leave you
What you need
What you need is what you get
If you come to me
I'll give you love won't regret
I'll set you free
If you belive like I belive
Boy, you know it's true
everything you need
I'll give it to you
So don't fear baby
I'm right here
My heart won't leave you
What you need
Boy you know it's true
Everything you need, I'll give to you
Boy you know it's true
Ha ha
Thats nasty, fa sho
Wha? Uh-uh
You dont want it with me dog, nope
[hook]
See the North holds the government
Niggas that I bubble with
You bet that I'ma double it
See I'm on some other shit
Dough, I'm just loving it
The flow I discovered it
I'm blown like the mothership, wha?!
[verse 1]
I do this to school ya'll, you can't relate to MJ (nah)
I can still hit the shot if you take the rim away (swish)
It's phenomenal the shit I can make a pen say (say)
I formally proclaim this is break-a-chin day
But dont rock the boat, all the anchors been laid (laid)
Wake up and smell the u-ban(?), the sink has been made (made)
Number-one, just like a bank I been paid (yup)
Rap skills sharp enough to shank a sensei (uh)
So drunk, I can only say tang and then ray (ray)
Like a Jake Stick film I can bang ya' ten ways (uh)
I pop up quick like a gang of switchblades (ssss)
I cultivate rap, make it rain and get paid (whoa)
I leave cats bleeding from their brain in dismay (yea)
Any rapper try'na spit slang'll get slayed (slayed)
Niggas better duck when I'm aimming this tray
Trust me, you aint try'na get famous this way (nah)
Cause..
[hook]
I'm not the one ya'll rap cats need to be fucking with (no, no)
We can keep it rap or settle this beef on some other shit (fa sho, fa sho)
Blown like I just fell off the God-damn mothership (oh!, oh!)
And you can bet your last ten G's you don't want trouble with (the gold
gold)
[verse 2]
Chicago born, raised in Los Angeles though (though)
Marten had a 6 deuce and a 6 four (cuz)
Well schooled in the street life and the shit shows (show)
Cats always ask do I need management (No)
My careers already fucked, I get a grand for 6 shows (shows)
So what I'm 'pose to hire you to damage shit mo'? (right)
When I made myself Juice the man, the kids know (yup)
I dont believe you ever helped no other rapper get dough
Now tell me, do you have the typa dough to back the shit? (No!)
Would you help me learn my flow or help me practice it? (No!)
So what you think I'm on some extra dumb rapper shit fo'?
Gun fights, you probably crawl to the back and get low (duck!)
The type to make me sign the contract and just go (go)
And try to take credit for it after shit blow
So excuse me I can't let you manage this flow (nope)
Until then, I'm content with just having shit grow
Thanks anyway..
[hook]
I'm not the one ya'll rap cats need to be fucking with (no, no)
We can keep it rap or settle this beef on some other shit (fa sho, fa sho)
Blown like I just fell off the God-damn mothership (oh!, oh!)
And you can bet your last ten G's you don't want trouble with (the gold
gold)
[verse 3]
You see, I'm just an ill type, spit the real tight (tight)
I'm not that loud rapper that'll get you real hype (nah)
More or less, I'm the known fight to get the steel tight (click!)
Known for only fucking with the shit that feels right (shit)
Very few rappers even get to chill like
J-U, I can drink a whole fifth and still write (write)
You can't put that fake shit against the real Ice (ice)
If I say so myself, I represent the Ill nice (nice)
And your flow aint true, you need to get your skill tight (ya)
It dont match like big muscles with your lil white (ooh)
And dont get me wrong, if I'm pissed I will fight (fight)
You'll get folded like Lennox would against the real Mike
Like a barbeque I'll probably be to hit your grill twice (twice)
I bet your so much of a bitch you feel spite
Picture Juice getting dissed in real life (no way)
Thats like having your 38 pistols kill Christ
[hook]
I'm not the one ya'll rap cats need to be fucking with (no, no)
We can keep it rap or settle this beef on some other shit (fa sho, fa sho)
Blown like I just fell off the God-damn mothership (oh!, oh!)
And you can bet your last ten G's you don't want trouble with (the gold
gold)
[hook x3]
See the North holds the government
Niggas that I bubble with
You bet that I'ma double it
See I'm on some other shit
Dough, I'm just loving it
The flow I discovered it
I'm blown like the mothership, wha?!
[Sample:]
I'm gonna have a sweet life, sweetest life you've ever seen
And when the day is over, gonna go to sleep and I feel the greed
Momma can you hear me?
[Verse 1: Juice]
I'm pushin a Cadillac man, it's black man
And I'm a black man, in a Cadillac man, see what I'm saying is?
Ain't no diamonds in the back, diamonds on my neck
D-Diamonds on my neck, D-Diamonds on my neck
I'm so fresh, so clean, edge sharper than a ginsu
Look at the soul of my Air 1's, see what I been through
Been through the struggle and drove through the fire
Kanye on the track, that nigga spittin' through the wire
I spit that pain rap, every chorus need a choir
Like feinds need suppliers, like Daytons to the wires
I'm rollin', rollin'
Turn my music up and keep rollin', rollin'..
[Chorus: The Game]
Man, we just rollin', rollin'
Turn the music up, we just rollin', rollin'
Let the windows down and keep rollin', rollin'
Man, we just rollin', rollin'
Picture me rollin', rollin'
System on blast, just rollin', rollin'
Foot on the gas, we just rollin', rollin'
Man, we just rollin', rollin'
[Verse 2: Juice]
I got my back on the wall like a hustler
Smokin' like a muffler, waiting for the customers
I got that that weight, that they push up state for
Feinds can't wait for, enemies hate for
Me to make that cake or drive through the state for
P-H-X, A-Z is what I came for
Rock my chain for, hooked up with Game for
Headed to the booth, shotgun in the Range for
I could make change more, and my shit bang more
Bitches screamin' my name when I open them Range doors
When my ribs was touchin', ain't nobody know 'em
So tell them niggaz, picture me rollin'
[Chorus: The Game]
Man, we just rollin', rollin'
Turn the music up, we just rollin', rollin'
Let the windows down and keep rollin', rollin'
Man, we just rollin', rollin'
Picture me rollin', rollin'
System on blast, just rollin', rollin'
Foot on the gas, we just rollin', rollin'
Man, we just rollin', rollin'
[Verse 3: Juice]
Homie I'm just rollin', rollin', thinkin' 'bout the past
They said I would never last, so even if you trashed
Keep rollin', rollin', and I got a stashspot
Niggaz is killin' so my stashspot, got a stashspot
Roll up the window, roll up the endo
Blow it out the sunroof, share it with my kinfolk
My niggaz in the grave, my niggaz behind bars
Man, there's too many of ya'll, but ya'll know who you are
Gangbangers in the hood, and they shootin' like stars
And the gangbangers I know don't wear shoes with the stars
They tie bandanas, and they shootin' out cars
So I had to turn it around, and start shootin' out bars
[Chorus: The Game]
Man, we just rollin', rollin'
Turn the music up, we just rollin', rollin'
Let the windows down and keep rollin', rollin'
Man, we just rollin', rollin'
Picture me rollin', rollin'
System on blast, just rollin', rollin'
Foot on the gas, we just rollin', rollin'
Man, we just rollin', rollin'
[Outro: Juice]
Yeah, it's a Blackwall Street recording
We got the Juice now niggaz
[Juice speaking]
"They say there is no hope for the young generation. I beg
to differ. I feel like we gon' go there, you know. You all
just got to trust us. It's like they don't trust us. When
you think about it though, it's up to us to make it happen. For real."
[Chorus: Kahea]
Don't worry about what happen then
Just know that we can win
Keep your head up and smile within
YOu know we gon' make it
Doesn't matter if they don't believe
You know we will suceeed
Got through the bad times to live the good times
We gon' make it
[Verse 1]
Now we possesing old souls but we young folks
I figure generation X will give us some hope
We all some lost souls, all seeking knowledge bad
It's all the same, whether dropouts or college grads
And 2001 was timulturous
Tith all these terrorist attacks on our culture, plus
In NY, we had to watch the buildings crumble down
And Lisa "Left Eye" is gone, so we humble now
To tell the truth, I still bug on how Aaliyah left
But if you look when it's cold, you could see her breath
"One in a Million" girl, and there ain't too many flows that I can do
But Ness, he made me hear the soul in the sample
Funerals, the only time the hood come together
And when a kid pass away young, he's young forever
Preserved in the image that the good lord made him
Generation Y, they can't fade him, No
[Chorus]
[Verse 2]
I'm chilling with this gangbanger from the west side
He ask me why am I alive and all the rest die
Little hustler, he had just lost his best friend
Somebody let the pistol blow like the west wind
I told him, death is like magic, homies dissappear
I mean, we know their spirits living, but we miss them here
I told him, "Player listen, you were blessed to be hear"
Finally, took a puff of smoke to make him see clear, see there
He been hustling for three years, spillin malt cheap beer for this tee's peers
Little chip, so I asked him "Where's your momma man?"
And he said, "Well, she's with Dr. King in the promise land."
I told him, "Do your thing but never lose your focus
My only hope is that you learn about what hope is."
And oh yeah, I know about what selling dope is
To tell the truth, we do the same thing in show biz
Now keep living
[Chorus] plus
Though we came to get paid, and sometimes it's not the right way
But if you learn something this day, we can make it
[Verse 3]
I used to hang on the block, with the glock
From six o'clock to six o'clock
I used to tell all the haters, forget me not
Then the whole world found out I MC hot
These old folks call us thugs right
Big rims and froze ropes, we love life
So I have to say something to today's youth
Whether you sipping grey goose or pray to Jesus, hang loose
There's nothing that can stop us, no crooked coppers
It's time to get our proppers, now's the time
Broke, I done been there a million times
Cheese that don't melt, little children crying
And that's why corrupt thoughts fill their mind
Cats come out the projects and still they shine
So whether MVA or NBA, call my niggas on the block
I'll simply say, keep hustling
[chorus]
we do it like that for those who wanna step to this
swing a flow like a fist cuz Chi Town don't miss
straight rockin the mic when brothas get tight as a fist
death is over with this Blahzeeblah you first on the list
[Blahzeeblah]
I feel lessly effective
why did you think we call it Blahzee
pass me the martinini and rossi
I see slang stock sentence back on my apprentices and pupils
even loop holes will tie slip knots and screw holes
Blahzee is the phrase that rocks
with more interaction than a box of just to plush
exotic so adjust
axin more clans than a mumble keepin dips styles deluxe
Check this out we sippin on Moet with loot to boot
[Com]
lookin glamourous down shaker is supa sonic
hookin phonics like A and G the 360 makes shit so complete
so how you livin 90 emcee in 1983
with corny conduct get stomp and you a bitchin
enterin the masters son sendin suckas on like missions
yeah nigga
[chorus]
we do it like that for those who wanna step to this
swing a flow like a fist cuz Chi Town don't miss
straight rockin the mic when brothas get tight as a fist
death is over with this Twista you next on the list
[Twista]
huh, I draw more blood than a vampire with a paint brush
makin 'em fake plus
decapitate niggas who can't bust
the nashtatonish, mothacomish more shot to honors
I predict victories like Nastradamus apost his promise
never to step into deciphers that put their brain in waters
where pain is flawless
for me emcee's go get restrainin orders
it don't matter cuz when my shottie flags
follow seize of hollow weed
pick a sequel out of trick or treat with body bags
body tags get blast out like druggles blast out like mugglets
causin abombinations, crackin heads like safe combinations
I condination into I get 'em blessed
kill 'em all off like David Koresh
just to play with the flesh, vest of the best
the type of nigga that'll cut your break lines
ache lines, and break spines
scramble up quick to shit thats heard through grape vines
my skill shines, I drop emcee's in abis
when Twist flicks his wrist
get the fuck down Chi Town don't miss
[chorus]
we do it like that for those who wanna step to this
swing a flow like a fist cuz Chi Town don't miss
straight rockin the mic when brothas get tight as a fist
death is over be here D.A. you next on the list
[D.A. Smart]
ohh wee, it's the terror turn
plus I never burn like real gold
plus I always in the pocket like a bill fold
and you can spend me, till the men see, what a friend be
but offend me thats the end G
plus I love life, I hug mics, and I mug whites
cuz Im sick of seein black fuckin thug fights
thats the man game, we just playin lame
I'm not sayin names, but look brotha thats a dam shame
we got it together now
makin it better now
for a better sound
and we takin it to the letter now
M-Dot, Tung Twista, and Blahzeeblah
plus Common and D.A. Smart
I never fell bro, as you can tell bro
like jacks I snatch ya arms off your ass from your elbow
cuz I get his like, do what you lives like, and give you insight
and plus I rock the mic rizz night
[chorus]
we do it like that for those who wanna step to this
swing a flow like a fist cuz Chi Town don't miss
straight rockin the mic when brothas get tight as a fist
death is over be this M-Dot you next on the list
[M-Dot]
yeah check it out
if I can get you with this track I'ma get you with this flow
tie your ass up if you still say no
and make you listen to what you missin
cuz it's so appetizin your ass ain't recognizin
the funk, the flava, look at what I gave ya
comin from in the soul M-Dot is here to save ya
not a super hero yo I never wore again
but a thousand men on that ass it'll be hard to escape
like the chi I'm cold ,treat like a bowl, of cereal
usin cheerio, I gots milky material
for that ass every single line I kick is straight
I can fart on this mic and it'll come out great
I'm snappin like road necks
and niggas with no techs and women throw up techs
anihlate your pupils dialate whos ready to flow next
an entrepreneour racona sewer
you better acknowlege me give me an apology
cuz I'm a prodigy of the Chi
[chorus]
we do it like that for those who wanna step to this, nigga
swing a flow like a fist cuz Chi Town don't miss
straight rockin the mic when brothas get tight as a fist
death is over be this cuz Chi Town is tha shit
[J.U.I.C.E.]
MC J.U.I.C.E is harzardous
there ain't no rapper bad as this
I leave for 3 days I come back just like the Nazerath
the insane headerole
I think these rappers betta go
run and get medical attention when I severo
I tell 'em never go against me this is no tow zone
and I'ma bout get this bitch open like the ozone, layer
cuz you is gots prop like the mayor
I can meet a cutie pie in 20 minutes I'ma play her
you can say your little whips so I can fiddle with your game plan
I'm insane stand, toe to toe now get the same dam, treatment
I gotta tell 'em tell me where the weed went
rewind it brotha bring it back so I can find it
I could rip punks up
we come in three just like the chipmunks
I kick for these rappers better float on or they get their ship sunk
ugh, they battle ship is not made for mic rippin
you just a rude boy so ease up off the champagne your sippin
your trippin I even played hoops with Scottie Pippen
he missed the dunk I had to follow with the tip in
I rippin niggas bet chip in for the beer run
Soon will understand
Where you are coming from
It's not a matter of choice
Just a matter of circumstance
Mutha fucker
Soon will come that precious moment
That we created last night
Once again just a process of sin
Depends whos eyes your looking through
Mutha Fucker
What you see, what you need,
Time to bleed this red wine
What you see, what you need
Time to bleed this red blood!
This one was raped and
This one was under god and
This one was raped
Pain carved on my skin
Begin, begin, begin
This sonnet that will scar my
back
Raped
Cause this one was raped and
This one was under god and
It's a Conglomerate thing for me man
For real. It's all about my crew. CONGLOM
Wattup, J
[Verse 1]
Ever since the E2 tragedy
I ain't been out much, damn you cant be too mad at me
It's impossible to fall, I see through gravity
Peripheral ridiculous, I peep fools after me
Creep through, wearing that deep blue, and actually
I don't stop at red lights though, we move rapidly
And he who, cap at me, meet the new faculty
Bone crusher's chat with me, I play the stoop happily
Love on the north side, like he's a true ath-a-lete
DOn't reach for the neck-a-lece G, the crew backing me
He seen who act and he snapping, he breazes through laughing
He sees D's in back of him
Ice freeze half of his soul, cream stacking up
When I'm fiend and after that gold, your crew backing up tho'
Chains and rings, I leave half the scene massacred
Ching Ching playa, I'll flash the bling back at ya, J
[Spoken word]
"I'm feeling like I got to be one of the hottest niggaz in
the Chi, for real. I don't get mentions in all the magazines
and shit,but all the motherfuckers that rap know what's up with
your boy, for real. I ain't really never had a nigga say shit
to me out of pocket. The one nigga that did, we got him on
video tape. So what? huh"
[Verse 2]
He's cool, he have to be, retooled his strategy
Started in nine-six, please do the math with me
He rule the masses, and he school the classes
He bleeds through his flanel, you see dude on channel three
You have to learn he grew to master me
Whoever want to step up, he lose catastrophy
Now-a-days you can't creep through with half a key
How it plays is, they sleep you with apathy
NO empithy, I knew these dudes from back in the day
They want to greet you, get the cap and then spray
Then, they either leak you with the mack or the trey
Dudes in the hood like damn, what done happen to J
So, when they offer to meat you sporadically
Evaluate the offer then refuse emphatically
It's all Juice's, he rule dramatically
When I move, the streets move, you majesty, J
[Spoken word]
"Man, I swear to god, I got to be to this hip-hop shit
what bumping and those who high niggaz is to the street
shit, huh. I'm to hip-hop what them niggaz is to bricks
for real. I just can't see a nigga coming here fucking
with me man. This is my shit for real. I got the whole
city behind me. Test me."
[Verse 3]
In the rap game, name me who can rap with me
Verser are like art, each fueled with capistry
When I was broke on the street, crews would laugh at me
Now I sound dope on a beat, fools harassing me
Used to have coke on the street, dudes would gas at me
The thoughts of sane man, hit through insanity
What the hell happen to we true and family
They tried to bring they heat through and blast at me
Disrespect Hertz, I would eat food with chastity
Pitbull with Anthony, it's deep, it's how it have to be
Now I smoke with Cheetz do, it baffle me
when people that are famly sneak you to a tragedy
Chain still flawless, three jewel managerie
For deals, I'm the person to speak to contractually
Cats don't even have enough rank to battle me
Juice the Infamous, peace, thanks for having me *Thanks*
[Spoken word]
"It ain't a lot of motherfuckers out now that's, making a
whole song rhyme, you know what I'm saying. I aint
saying I'm hot, I'm just saying, listen to the words
for real. I used to fuck with a lot of motherfuckers, back
in the day. I think I was bigger than them niggaz, for real
Hey 'Mac, this Conglomerate, for real. What's up, huh? Niggaz
know. All my niggaz in LA, whattup cuz. My 20's, my
school-yard crips, cuz. All my bolzacs niggaz, real
YEAH, know we do it like that. Ok, whattup fo. Shit real
Hey, Malik blessed the nigga with a jam, y'all got to buy
[Juice]
Sometimes tha illest cats don't get record deals [laugh]
Sometimes the illest cats roam the streets….
Underground legends
Cats you never heard of,
But everybody know they tha nicest
This is for them cats….
When I design rhyme in daylight
Or primetime I stay tight
I walk the fine line between an emcee and a play right
I represent the underground world, it's a unique scene
There's no record deals, no videos and street teams
I do shows to keep green
I know I'm not a star man, I'm signed to myself
And my mic's my A&R; man
In double nine I guess it's just a sign of tha times
The spotlight that I've been looking for is finally mine
I never thought about the dough when I'm designing my rhyme
As long as I can reach my peoples over vinyl I'm fine
It ain't about that
I opened up for cats who ain't as dope as me
While I rip the flow, they lips sink, the show hopelessly
From Heaven I was set to game to entertain
I may never pimp that '75 ta cop that blue range rover
But even if I don't remain sober
I'ma score double digits till the fuckin' games over
[Canibus] "Whether they signed or unsigned"
[Redman] "Platinum more wax for..platinum in tha streets"
I don't care if I'm right, wrong , or in between
All night long I pimp tha scene they said I couldn't write songs,
I intervene
Don't think because the battle rhymes are what I'm know for
I can't out write the best of em, or rip the microphone
Raw my words are deep
Keep my tape handy when you're buzzin
Let my thoughts deep inside ya dome,
Tell a cousin or friend play my CD when you guzzlin' Gin
Come down but then recite it when you buzzin' again
You must respect the flow
Point blank I'm a professional
Exceptin' no less than excellence, that's how tha session go
Embracin' my Rhyme, when I'm gone who's replacin' mine?
I trace a line that transcend all space and time
I implement infinite lyrics that are intricate
The type of shit discussed my mob bosses eatin' shrimp and shit
Those with intellect they understand how I wrote it
But the average mind can take 5 years to decode it
[Chorus: scratche]
[Canibus] "Whether they signed or unsigned"
[Redman] "Platinum more wax for..platinum in tha streets"
Gradually I drift off imagining me
The baddest emcee, wondering what my status will be
A little local battle emcee who never made the grade?
Or a gifted lyricist who used to spit with razor blades?
Ever time I win the battles they dissected my words
I'll probably never get the props or the respect I deserve
The magazines claim I wrote my battle rhymes like they knew me
Then they wanna call the next day and fuckin' interview me
Do I really have props?
Is it really that stable
when they ask me to freestyle when I walk up into labels?
When they take me for lunches and drinks inside they limos?
And fu#k around and play me somebody else's demo
J-U ya'll niggaz all know what his name is
The Cat that got famous
By never being famous
I'll probably roam the underground scene for all times
Signed sincerely JUICE the unsigned
[Canibus] "Whether they signed or unsigned"
Ohh, JU-ICE, got my nigga Heron in the house with
me tonight. Conglom in this bitch, wattup Marvo
Whole crew in this motherfucker, for real. Malik
when is you gonna holla at yo boy man? I told you
niggaz what the truth was
[Juice]
I visualize a time when we can stop hustlin
A dozen cops while we on the blocks rock smugglin
And these little gray stones is so addictive
Niggaz even paid with they homes, is some sick shit
But in the hood, you either known them or you bail them out of county
Shit, you either own them, or you sell them for a bounty
Some even do both
Or crook it up too, shit all three like Kukoc
All this income, and still the block starvin
No monopoly, it's upscale gardens, not Marvin
The hood's real loaded up, my clip slaughter jerks
No boards to walk, you lucky if the water works
As I move on, I start to see the law love it
The hood's broken and I'm partially the cause of it
Very few get to start in this game
It's like the trey payin for profit, it's hard to explain
[Chorus]
I sold a lot of pounds, in and out of town
A nigga gotta clown. *I'm sick of hustlin*
I moved a lotta weight, through a lot of states
I could die today. *I'm sick of hustlin*
I moved a lotta bricks, screwed a lotta chicks
Viewed a lotta whips. *I'm sick of hustlin*
I break a lotta rules, I shake a lotta fools
I paid a lotta dues. *I'm sick of hustlin*
[Marvo]
I'm sick of hustlin, I had enough enough of this
Stuffin the bricks, the cops, they try to cuff me quick
And throw your face in the mud, why is you fuckers sick
Before I go to jail, homie I'ma up the fifth
It's so unfortunate, my actions brough me up to this
Just know there's other people like me and they stuck in this
State of mind, the blind meetin the blind
Everybody get they information from the grapevine
We could make it but niggaz just hate tryin
I own the cops, I'm 'bout to witness a hate crime
They make time, according to what the jakes find
Hustlin is like, squeezing grapes tryin to make wine
I'm tryin to bake a whole lotta bread and break mine
I'm on the block, cops come, it's hit the gate time
Hop in the truck, and we hit the interstate flyin
I try to stop but the hustler in me ain't dyin
[Chorus]
[Juice]
And Ma$e even said he bought a drop to tour on
But Ma$e ain't even go, that's a oxy moron
Bullets penetrate the chest of the innocent
Half the brock runners, only strip they ever get is in
My nigga Heron, he goes to fight in Iraq
He get right back and have to fight blacks
So you could go elsewhere, come back, no healthcare
Wife on wellfare, they tell you to put yourself there
So we slang 'caine, gangbang, remain sane
If it's even possible, a nigga gotta maintain
We put little bags of rocks in the hands of children
And conceal them while they're standing by abandon buildings
The richer we get, the broker the hood
Tyson is broke but Oprah is good
Touching the fo-fo, clutching it so so tight
I don't wanna have to hustle no more, right
See this man
Pick these pieces of me from the ground that I
Worshiped you upon
Why the fuck God
Why can't you feel
Why did you let her
Take me away
Can't you feel this
Can't you even understand
Why'd you let her
Take me away
Oh my God
Sanctuary were her hands that held me then she
walked away
Why the fuck God
Why can't you feel
Why did you let her
Take me away
Can't you feel this
Can't you even understand
Why'd you let her
[Juice]
super lyrical, nigga, juice a miracle
fans say "we love you, we so used to hearing you"
flow boost the spiritual, more proof I'm tearing you
vocal booth imperial, I'm so used to stereos
bumping and banging, no truce, I'll bury ya
dumping and slanging, my flow's loose, America
flow nuke the area, hoes juke in various
places if she suck dick, no crew could marry her
whole crew preparin ta, blow through the area
french teacher like "merci beaucoup" preparing us
no crew is near to us, no dude compared to us
conglom, those dudes are so rude and arrogant
s'yeah, we got it mastered, most crews experiment
local derelict, dawg, both crews I'm there with it
beef is generational, most dudes inherit it
in the name of allah, I'll smoke you in arabic
[Hook]
so when you see me, get your hands up
raise 'em high (sung)
and I don't wanna have to fuck your mans up
he will die (sung)
what you gonna do in them big rims?
pass you by (sung)
nigga, conglomerate is hear now, niggas better bow down
we got enough guns to hold down a whole town
who's original? who's the criminal?
fools'll finish you, these tools'll injure you
three stars, I'm close to a general
here's another lethal dose, new material
compared to the hundred spokes (??), dude I'm grillin you
you ain't hot cause most dudes are feeling you
most dudes are willing to go through the ritual
act like they luh you, they so close to killing you
ten niggas step? I'm slow-roasting ten of you
yellow tape, I'll let po-po host the interview
yo' toast is minimal, go for broke continual
you already know the deal, po' folks are criminals
froze wrote perennials, rope sloped the genitals
fo-fos'll finish you, no hoes to visit you
both folks permitted to hope clothes are fitting you
face down, eyes are both closed, it's pitiful
[Hook]
[Juice]
sick flows are clinical, most flows are suitable
some hoes are miserable, these hoes are beautiful
i got two bitches with dope toes and cuticles
both hoes recruitable, both hoes will shoot at you
heard your last record, it's so-so as usual
it ain't the same J-U, I know the flow confusing you
it's all for the money, we both chose the root of all evil
nigga, it's a crazy world
it's hard to be on top, cause those fools will ruin you
most crews are viewing you, most fools pursuing you
fuck rap, we all broke through with pharmaceuticals
keep the toast too, gun in my palm will shoot at you
flows are one-a-day, they damn close to chewable
what you gonna do when the east coast is through with you?
down south is hating you, west coast is booing you
die, muthafucka, I'm this close to doing you
JU, Overall, Conglom
It's like three-thirty in the morning and we
sitting here talking about money power so, I
decided to get a little verse together and drop
at the tape and let y'all know what we feelin'
ya know. I hope you niggaz ain't trying to rap for free
[Verse 1]
Not this my eyes are closed and my casket drops
I swear never again will I rap for props
I'm tryin' to quake up the block like an aftershock
With some speakers, y'all could feel from probly half a block
I'm trying to, dine discretely on Vinalpee street
I shop in Wankekee, rocking a daschiki
And I refuse to be these local cats
Cause I don't heard your little mix down
I'm knowing where your vocals at
Y'all cats ain't real rappers when the mic is off
They got to cut and paste your vocals likes it's Microsoft
I'm quite different, I used to like dissin'
Now I drop at the tape to escape from life's prison
At every Juice show, they find a mic missing
So don't hate my name, let the JU-ICE glisten
And critics, they need to stop, putting him in a box
We out for power and respect, like a kim in the locks
[Chorus + Overall]
I got my flow, gangsta clothes, sticky dro and all that tho'
But, it just don't matter to me. It's the money and the power
money and the power. That's all that matters to me
That's all that matters to a nigga these days
[Verse 2]
I'm trying to co-host Oprah, overdose on cho-cha
Cristale martini glasses, coach coasters
Finally I'm one with the rhyme at last
I heard a cat say "Ju-Ice, time had passed"
But I craft the lines like a mastermind
Do your research, I was just passing time
J, I spit lyrics that'll ring in your mind
So you better raise your bars like the Cingular sign
Plus, I grew up around some ignorant street kids
And they don't really care what part of the heat is
I got places to go, people to feed
In rap, I do not have an equal indeed let's proceed
I'm coming a floss
The only one that been througn more pain is the one on the cross
And no, this ain't a movie like CB4
Hugo, boss Conglomerate CEO
[Chorus + Overall]
In my crew, I can't lose, all my dudes rocking jewels 'cause
they know what matters to me. It's the money and the power
money and powers. That's all that matters to me
[Verse 3]
And your boy got these broke rappers mad at me
Cause with no deal, I still be living lavishly
Plus, any verse I spit will cost you half a key
I'm a titan, and you don't want to clash with me
I'm tryng to sneak up on the rap game casually
Until there's No Limit to my paper like Master P
Too furious, I live my life fast and free
There's one Juice, there'll never be another after me
G, the flow crazy as hell
And the CD done, we gon' drop it like David Terrel
Plus, now-a-day, everything I'm making it sell
And I done came a long way fron an eight in the scale
Ahh, Stop the hate, you cannot relate
I'm only in it for the power baby, props can wait
It's forty-nine to go jo, I got my state
And that's how a real Conglomerate would operate
[Chorus + Overall]
You do it all, cross the flow, snatching dough, pimping hoes
But, all that don't matter to me. Its not really important
It's the money and the power, money and the power. Let's go
That's all that matters to me
That's all that matters to a nigga these days, you know.
[Spoken word]
J-U, Conglomerate, the most dominant. Emac' on the track
What up Julias. We are not playing with these niggaz
I'm gon' say one thing 'fore we get out of here. If you niggaz
is rapping for free, you niggaz is stupid than a mothafucka
What the fuck are you niggaz rapping for not to sell records
Get your music up, hire some fucking musicians. J will
ghost-write your whole album for a couple grand. Just so we
could have Chicago looking hot. You niggaz cannot see me
[Chorus:]
You got a question mark? I'm the nigga here [x3]
You got a question mark? I'm the nigga here period...
[Chorus x2]
[Verse 1:]
I'm the nigga here... Who wanna battle?
I got word chemistry, when I'm dead you'll remember me
Juice, I'll serve any nigga breathing in the industry
If you wanna test J, I'll show you the best way
If you want some drama, I'ma send it to you next day
Rappers want a piece of me, y'all niggas better stay away (why)
I'll take your rap style and put it back on lay-a-way
I'll cook the second batch then I cook the first batch
And I be knocking rappers down like a purse snatch
I take your bitch away and then I let the cock slide
Open up your skin and let it bubble like peroxide
Don't even look at me cuz, don't even stare at Juice
That's like jumping out your plane without a parachute
Niggas give me 'nuff love, bitches on the jock why?
Maybe 'cause I ripped them in a circle counter-clockwise
You just a kiss ass... boy you better play track
My style just stay bad, I'm 30 years of Maytag
Kick a legit line of raps made of strychnine
Freaky as a 6-9 and now it's hold my - yo [dick] - time
Throw in the towel, y'all better let the bout cease
I'm swinging with the left hook and knocking out your mouthpiece
You like Superman trying to jump back in the saddle
I got one question, "What rapper wanna battle?"
Vocal tone clarity, mad popularity
I break both your legs and have you screaming, "Juice carry me"
[Dialogue:]
Yeah nigga, I don't care if you got a record deal nigga
We can battle for your contract nigga
What you wanna do?
[Chorus x2]
Yo, face it, rappers is so whack I can taste it
They might as well take their freestyles and freebase it
Or get a 40 ounce if you think you wanna chase it
Put it on the board, like a teacher I'll erase it
Juice, I've been dope since I made my first appearance, black
Then even have your whole style on the clearance rack
But this flow is updated, rather innovative
Y'all rap like ya artificially inseminated [whoo]
But I'ma slay, and I sway any majority
Juice is more fun than panty raids at a sorority
Y'all try to mess with me, but I get ready quick
[horn] I got more parts than any Freddy flick
So, bring on your crew cause I'ma take on three men
Plus, I've been swimming in women since I was semen
I'm not your Candyman, but I slam it one time
And like Sammy Davis, baby, I can make the sun shine
So every brotha think they wanna battle, shut the hell up
Y'all could work in the dark room and still not develop
And if I ever hear you try to talk about me to your friends
I'll be all up in your grill like a contact lens
Who wanna battle?
Im not in love, so dont forget it
Its just a silly phase Im going through
And just because I call you up,
Dont get me wrong, dont think youve got it made
Im not in love, no no, its because...
I like to see you, but then again,
That doesnt mean you mean that much to me
So if I call you, dont make a fuzz
Dont tell your friends about the two of us
Im not in love, no no, its because...
I keep your picture upon the wall
It hides a nasty stain still lying there
It hides a nasty stain still lying there
I keep your picture upon the wall
It hides a nasty stain still lying there
It hides a nasty stain still lying there
So dont you ask me to give it back
I know you know it doesnt mean that much to me
Im not in love, no no, its because...
Ooh, youll wait a long time for me
Ooh, youll wait a long time
Ooh, youll wait a long time for me
Ooh, youll wait a long time
Im not in love, its just a silly phase Im goin through
And just because I call you up,
Dont get me wrong, dont think youve got it made
Im not in love
i've been lonely
you've been lonely
have nobody to hold on this cold night
oh no, baby
same same problem
same solution
why oh why fight it
when it feels so right
if it's love that you want
then go
do what you want
believe in what your heart say
believe in what your heart say
if you see and it's me
oh oh oh
what you need right now is love my love
baby and i hope somehow
somehow this love could be enough
then you touch me
kiss so gently
ride me slowly
i know what's on your mind
if it's love that you want
then go
do what you want
believe in what your heart say
believe in what your heart say
if you see and it's me
what you need right now is love my love
baby and i hope somehow
somehow this love could be enough
don't believe it's a myth when it says
we all fall in love to break up
you can see with it we can choose to go where it can
take us
anywhere
oh yeah
oh baby
anywhere baby
what you need right now is love my love
baby and i hope somehow
[Talking:]
You know what nigger?
You acting like a little bitch right now
You actin real paranoid and shit
Now these mother fuckers smoked your godamn cuzin
In front of you nigger
Blew his head off infront of your face
And you ain't gona do shit?
You acting like a little bitch right now nigga
Man fuck that, I ain't lettin that shit ride.
[Singing:]
Midnight and with a crying
If you be there you'll die.
Perhaps you wonder the reason why.
But wait! A new day, perhaps you
Will catch the sun
[Chorus: x2]
I'm a midnight rider, I do my dirt off by my lonley
I keep it locate. I got that old black kay
All black mac, all black shotty with that .45 to match
A midnight rider (rider) Midnight rider (rider)
I'm in that all black craze, strapped with a cape
On the 1 oh 1 freeway ridin the drape
Havin visions of my cousin gettin shot at the light
Drunk every day cause he should be livin his life
But I'm livin for today cause u can't promise tomorrow
Tears behind the wheels, so be dealing with sorrow
The pain of my nigger just watching him die
Gettin cought up in the crossfire
And lettin them fly.
But I'm a ride soon enough to feel my worth,
They better shoot me cause I'm a kill them first
My nigger had a daughter a wife and a younger brother
A cousin named Juice and a beautiful grandmother
I swore to the grave I shall avenge his death
So I ride every night with a mac n a vest
I'm in revenge mode when the sun goes down
I put that on my life and my unborn child
I'm a midnight rider (wait! a new day)Midnight rider.
I'm a midnight rider, I do my dirt off by my lonley
I keep it locate. I got that old black kay
All black mac, all black shotty with that .45 to match
A midnight rider, I do my dirt off by my lonley
I keep it locate. I got that old black kay
All black mac, all black shotty with that .45 to match
A midnight rider (Rider) midnight rider(Rider)
[Talking:]
I seen lots of killed before, but I ain't never done it myself.
I mean I never had a reason too.
Ah yeah
Concrete Beats presents,
93 Fu kru is da Juice,
Juice 93, J Cook produced concrete
shiiiit
Jel da da je lepo kad neko misli na tebe,
a to ne pada s neba trebas mi bejbe, tako trebas mi bejbe
Jer ona je t-sko (ha)
i bas bi je prsko (ha)
djido mi u novi t-spo (ha)
obuci nesto usko (ha)
jer ja sam djus i pravim sve za tvoj sistem,
posle na taj bas ti privodis pizde,
toliko sam kuuul naduvaniji od sizle,
a cupi oko mene zickaju rizle,
(Zenski vokali)
Djusko zasto tretiras nas tako,
tako si fin u pesmi pridji mi polako,
zasto sad tako, hajde polako,
hocemo s tobom da se ljubimo ovako,
Pridji mi polako, zagrli ga jako
zelim biti siguran da ga stvarno zelis,
obuo sam cipele, obuko sam sako,
izvini bejbe ali vidis da sam makro,
nista drugo nego gangsta stil,
prepoznao sam torticu al joj fali fill,
mesaj ustani popni se na sugar hill,
'cause when i shoot da bitch i shoot to kill,
jer dok nisam bio djus bilo mi je super,
mogao sam svaku da uhvatim za zadnjica,
a sada kazu muvao me djus,
a hodaju bez gacica i ne nose brus,
Ja sam djus i mnogo me libo,
i po ceo dan se pitas da li sam s tvojom ribom,
ustvari ne zanima me ona zanimas me ti,
ajde da se sibamo picko 93,
ortaci na mene cimaju se mnogo,
od kad videli su City Records logo,
misle da se izivljavam i tripujem Pancina,
vise nisam u busu od kad se vonzi linmunzina,
neki se mrste a neki su kul,
mi smo skola pedje d boj-a, mesec je pun,
ona kaze da je nevina znaci bice krvi,
ko ce u mraku znati da sam joj stvarno prvi,
kes lova lova, ova ona ova,
prvo ona ona, pa onda ova ova,
mista lova lova, mista lova lova,
vrati se na pocetak citaj mi sva slova
Refren: X4
Ma-mi-na le-po-to,
ka-ko bi te smo-to
Sinoc me je startovao,
polako duso ko to?
pa mama Djus znas onaj izaso je s novim spotom
Laze bre, lazu bre lazu razumes bre,
pa brate jel ti mislis da bi se ja cimo s tom decom a?
jel ti brate to? cekaj brate
mislis stvarno da bi ja brate nju
pa brate pogledaj kolko godina ima 'si lud,
mislim vidis kako zadnjica ima brate gledaj kako je gradjena
OOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO
You took everything I had
Nothing that I would not give
You laid me on my dead
Nothing I would not feel
Look into your eyes and I saw
Nothing into my life
Everything that you wanted
Nothing in life to light
All these memories I can't hide
I touch your soft skin and it makes me more
Nothing in life to light
These memories of you in my head
Nothing I touch this time
Memories of you in my head
Soon this will be I can see
Where you are just from this moment
Something that you wanted to me
Ohhhhhh in your face and I cannot feel
NOOOOOOOOOOO You understand where I'm from
NOOOOOOOOOOO Lost in all these memories
I gave her all that she wanted without a thought
Inside her brown eyes I melt into this place
She was my temple but she was his fuck
And I cannot see all I wanna be inside my head
And I cannot see all you wanna be until your fed
These memories cloud my mind
As I crawl to my place inside
Inside....inside
Inside her brown eyes I melt into this place
I once gave her myself but she just pushed me away
She was my temple but she was his fuck
And I cannot see all I wanna be inside my head
And I cannot see all you wanna be until your fed
These memories cloud my mind
As I crawl to my place inside
Inside....inside
Was it all you thought id be, your fuckin pride
Wouldn't let you see, your dis dis disin me,was it
all it was supposed to be, I open up to let you in,
Was this such a fuckin sin, was it all you knew it be,
Were you so blind you couldn't see, all that I said
Itd be, anger rage, where's the lock to the fuckin cage,
look into your eyes, all this damn fear, you knew
[Verse One: Juice]
Now through the smoke I appear, approachin from the rear
Got the other team nervous with their coaches
Yo the dopest is here, forget ya eyes focus ya ears
These are the lyrics you been hopin to hear
I'm in the back of the spot and I see some niggaz rappin for props
Hopin their albums might happen to drop
I just walk by, they never shoulda let the rhyme sniperin
I take it to the stage, forget the friendly ass cypherin
I'm 'bout to make sure these rappers never touch a mic again
I'm inpolite when I really really start to strikin 'em
Inside they thin lines they look like they been poppin Vicatins
Break fingers to the point where rap singers never write again
I walk to the stage like I'm fittin MC
Step to the cordless, it's him against me
I, pity the nigga tryna go against me
Mister J-U, I-C-E the MC
[Hook]
In the trenches, ever since the drama begun
That's just the way it is, the way it gotta be done
I let the world know these rappers ain't as hot as me son
There's a lot of numbers out there, I gotta be one
I declare war, ever since the drama begun
That's just the way it is, the way it gotta be done
I let the world know these rappers ain't as hot as me son
First the LP, next the monopoly come
[Verse Two: Juice]
Now my opponent got skills too, I'm knowing how dope he get
But fucking with big Juice, that's inappropiate
I'm on some "when-the-plane-land-I'ma-win-the-trophy" shit
Rip 'em in the particles and bounce if he provokin it
He spit first, a sick verse, it sounds written
I reply with some shit that simply leave the ground splittin
And if it was written, so what - 'cause fools love it
I can't accuse him like he wrote it, I done been accused of it
the same way, first I'm the rapper you want a piece of
Then you say it's written when all the lyrics sound cohesive
What you want me to do? Dress up like you?
Fumble with my metaphors and mess up like you?
My nigga no, can't do; Juice just released venom
That hit him in his chest before he deceased [?]
For a three-count, he died on his very last night
It's a fast fight, somebody come and preach his last rights
[Hook]
In the trenches, ever since the drama begun
That's just the way it is, the way it gotta be done
I let the world know these rappers ain't as hot as me son
There's a lot of numbers out there, I gotta be one
I declare war, ever since the drama begun
That's just the way it is, the way it gotta be done
I let the world know these rappers ain't as hot as me son
Juice, yea, Conglomerate
I Rap Like, ah, CHI, Wattup, LA, wattup
[Verse 1]
Juice, stacking his dough like John Prophet
All this catches, macking these hoes with Peter Loffet
But we the new rap pack, Conglomerate distributed
I'm bigger than the industry, you gonna have to live with it
To capture time is the key
Component words trapped in my mind so I seize
The moment, words freeze opponents
Pre-fees are on it, I'm a cancer
Can't really think, and no MC's they want it
That's why they get me like palionthologist
The word naive backwards is evian, swallow this
I win battles yo, it's way beyond politics
I work up through cells like a crazy anthalogist
In metaphors, I have mine, rap is in my enzymes
Got a hundred-ten lines, I'm ready to defend mine
I'm like a broken rubber band, they say that I snap
But ask the people, they'll tell you it's the way that I rap
[Chorus]
I rap like noone out there could fuck with me
"With that freestyle, you better get shot"
I rap like noone out there could fuck with me
"Your battling is written"
I rap like noone out there could fuck with me
"who, who, who, who got beef?"
I rap like noone out there could fuck with me
I freestyle erratically, for those that want to battle me
[Verse 2]
I spit fire flame, I'll demolish your entire game
It's like I work for NASA, 'cause I'm just on a higher plane
This ain't rapping, I'm just hitting you with CHI game
I get you higher than Richard Prior when the guy came
My show's traffic, but I ain't Mike Douglas
When I attack the mic, both black and white love this
J U, with the brain of ten scholars
I catch my hoes on the rebound like Ben Wallace
Intergalactic tactics get pimped
All I need is a fifth of this yack to get bent
And some dro when the mack in
At shows I be snapping, on tracks is Emmaculate
Hoes, they be clapping, my flow's never lacking
For those in the back and
I blow when I rap, you should've known it would happen
Plus I let it rock like Bobby Brown and Whitney
I rap like noone out there could fuck with me
[Chorus]
[Verse 3]
Now with these verses and this herb, I'm like Jackson Hewitt
I get you green but I add a little taxes to it
What would the whole world do, if they had to admit
Juice was just as nasty with the pen and pad when I spit
So if the freestyles iare real, and the writing is real
Then who the fuck else is this tight in the IL
I don't be hating on these CHI cats that moved away
I just got time invested, so I choose to stay
Kanye dropped and Twista's my homie G
And Kan' told me that the next spot belong to me
I do not wear pink, and I am no Diplomat
New York niggaz using CHI slang, nigga picture that
Not signed to Arista, I am no aristocrat
Blessed with the gift of rap, and nobody could get with that
Think this shit is split like Timberlake and Britney
I rap like noone out there could fuck with me
When I want a taste
And I don't wanna beg
I just look down and see my veins
As I open the door
And I see your face
It takes me to that fucked up place
I can't see the ground
My minds tightly wound
I wanna hold you but here I'm found
Huddled won't hear a sound
Pictures of you all around
Someone please take me away from this
Gotta let her go
Gotta get away
Time to kill myseLf
Time to make her pay
Replaced by time
Thought this was the way
Gave you my life
Dead raped I lay
When I, I wanna taste
And I, I don't wanna beg
I just look down and see my veins and I'm alive
When I open the door
And I see your face
It takes me to that fucked up place
Greens and purples and reds and blues all bright
Spinning and tumbling sliding down so fuckin light
I'm sobbing and I'm grasping trying to find my way out
I'm at my lowest point someone please save me now
Gotta let her go
Time to make her pay
My mind is fucking wacked
Make way, NBA Ballers, Juice, Conglomerate, Emmaculate on the beat
[Juice]
Man, we up late, watchin old tapes of the greats
The only hoop, was a milk crate, we practice late
'till like seven or eight, tryin to get in shape
Like I got a cast on, tryin to catch me a break
It all started put with a dream of being famous
Making players on every other team know what my name is
So I did my workout routines on the daily
And no, I wasn't looking to clean, they didn't play me
But soon as I jumped on the scene, they had to pay me
I celebrated, got myself some bling, it was crazy
Pregame warm-up, the trainer's stretching me
A million on the line, plus the fame and legacy
A pride much bigger than the name and cheddar though
Cuz soon as they threw him in the game, I let it go
Forever rated, I never hesitated
Now my whole career is in drive, I'm designated
[Chorus]
You gotta come up, gotta put your life on the line
To try to make it out the hood in these trifling times
You gotta come up, you gotta makes some ends for your crew
You got your whole block depending on you
Look dog, get your game up, four hundred shots a day
And you could hit 'em from a block away, that's what's up
You gotta come up, you ready for the lime light
You saying it's your time right
[Juice]
Back in college, I learned to hit a trey incredible
Now I am one rich NBA professional
Too quick, and even if you were to see a pass
The next thing you know, you down thirty at the half
And no it's not a game jo, he for real
The top scorer but, he lead the league in steals
The league endorsements, he really need the deals
And it's all good 'cause he be hitting threes for real
Plus, he get excited when he sees a mill
To buy a crib for his momma just so she could chill
As a kid he was cold, three degrees for real
So that's why the necklace is freezing still
And he ain't goin back to the hood he came from
So don't be surprised how good the game come
Lift off, watch me approach the skies
And if I catch you trying to jump, you getting posterized
[chorus]
[Juice]
I be dunking so much 'till it's hurtin my arm
And I keep weighin millin like I work on a farm
I know you saw me at the garden, lil' daddy I lit it up
Dribble, got three seconds to get it up, to half court
See, me losing, that's my last thought
I jumped so high, I need a passport
But not you, 'cause I could make you travel without one
I win, you lose, the only possible outcomes
Hit a couples treys on you player, that's six more
Your coach cannot hit him when he shot with that clip board
So you could let your whole click stick me
But homeboy, you minimal wage, you six fifty
You know why I ain't nice to opponents
'Cause I beeen waiting all my life for this moment
Like I'm Phill Collins, still balling it's on
[Verse 1]
I freestyle erratically for those that wanna battle me
Spit venom at MC's until this mic cord is statiky
Do damage to a salt and a peppa, without the battery
When you diss, you flatter me, i'm fuckin up your whole anatomy
It's in tannar, oh your hoe, we ran in here
With thirteen king size chocolate antennas
And in my city, for real jo, i'm sick of who talk
About, how me and my man is on the dick of New York
Cuz when I innovate, I incinerate, then I eliminate
You in a state of shock until these niggaz hypervenilate
I serve the east coast to west coast and don't discriminate
Penetrate, I crush all beef right where it eminate
I day light, my stray mic strike from twi-light
And I'ma stay tight, play right, create highlights
And ain't nobody fina do me, especially in this bitch game I'm ruthless
I use my middle finger when I switch lanes, pertainin
TO being entertainin, now I'm rainin, I slay men
Experts and lay men with my play pen, I'm scrapin
Remotely holding rap down and shapin
A style handcrafted since the days of my play-pen
And my drop-top, I rock spots, I got it not-stop, when my glock pop
I had the hardest niggaz playin hop-scotch, I'm top notch
And if she ain't fuckin then watch me cock block
I hit hot spot, and pop-lock, a nigga knock knock
I'm enterin, Juice's shit is colder than the winter and
These instumentals bang and leave a nigga's skin splinterin
"Friday the 13th" I rip Jason
A slick Mason like Perry, with more game than dick racin
Perfection, rap erection, now let my teks in
I burn your neck skin, these niggaz start epilepsin
Juice steps in, and If a mothafuckers tests us
They scrapin his ass of the floor like ass festers
[Chorus]
I just freestyle the hook and display my skills
No matter what a nigga kick, you'll be on my dills
Get your notebook, quote, it's time to take notes
Cant fuck with the freestyles or what I got wrote
Swear to god, I just rip it and freestyles my skills
And everything I kick is dope, so they be on my dills
And When I get done with the song, you think I'm bullshittin
Cuz you wont know if it's freestyle or if the shit is written
[Verse 2]
Niggaz swear to god, they fina rip the microphone
I swear they could go gold if they bought a herringbone
They need knee-pads, looking at my style cuz I'ma be bad
I swear it's sop DOPE, I had to check into a rehab
Never nervous, MC's are worthless, put down your pencil
My instrumental, will cramp your style like a menstrual
scenario, it's time for your mothafuckin burial
I'll murder you and burn your promotional material
genetically and alphabetically, I'm the thickest
And theoretically, poetically, I'm the sickest
MY bic is, scribblin, yo it ain't no riddlin
If rap was defense, I'll have Kobe double dribblin
I'll leave this mothafucker so hot, it'll be sizzlin
I haven't even started my rain, I'm only drizzlin
I'm unpresentable like pierce needles through your genetals
In general, I'm known for stealin shows like a criminal
I'm crucial, mathematically, I'll reduce you
I'll nuce you, i'll shoot your posse even if they neutral
Yo, don't drink and drive when you choosing my tape
Is like, cruising on the freeway and losing your breaks
And the crash will be a crash that will trash your ass
I'll harass this mothafuckers from the first to the last
With no immunity, when my tape hits the black community
Niggaz will put the crack down and start usin me
MY shit enges, average bend downs in inches
My tape so dope, it should've came with two syringes
I blend this, with no glitches for all you bitches
Last time I got so open, I needed stitches
When every nigga in they Lex and Hyundais heard this
I leave niggaz quiet than the Sunday service
I can burn anyone stepping in my jurisdiction
Big Juice, I'm in the house like a shorty on restriction
[Chorus]
I'm like Schwarzenegger, when I try to erase
These niggaz talk behind my back but they be all up in my face
If I do kick a written rhyme, for your instant bonus
I'll make you change your name to "The Rapper Formerly Known As"
So next time please just get off my dills
And let me do whatever and display my skills
Cuz no matter if it's freestyle, no matter if it's written
[Juice (B-Girl?)]
Uh J-U
(B-girl in the house)
Hey this goes out to all my writers in the house tonight...aight
(You ladies too)
Hey ya'll keep it tight
(Keep writin')
Keep learnin' how to right
(That's right)
Can't stop us...one nation..uh!
[Verse 1]
First I was born in America
Made in a factory
I been cloned and there's a million others comin' after me
And once I'm put in the hands of the right person
My ink gets incrested on property to cursin'
Since birth I was capped and sealed inside a package
And business people tend to use me more than even rappers
Now I'm at your local drug store Office Depot
Waitin' to get barred or stole by all my people
As soon as I'm purchased I begin to get excited
Simple scripture intricate I help my own to write it
My makers they found a thousand ways to improve me
And once I'm in your paper its hard to remove me
I come in every color scheme that's in the rainbow
But black is most used that's just how the game goes
I'm at my best when my owner is obsessed with fame
Skinny or fat I'm all that and can you guess my name?
[Juice]
Hey yo this is for my writers my real graffiti writers
Pump ya' fist in the air throw up ya' lighters
We all got a little B-boy livin' inside us
So this is for my real graffiti writers
[B-Girl?]
This for my writers my real graffiti writers
Pump ya' fist in the air throw up ya' lighters
We all got a little B-girl livin' inside us
So this is for my writers, my writers, my writers
[Verse 2]
And all ya'll wanna know why I'm so tough you ask
Cuz' I'm permanent and sharp enough to cut through glass
I'm sharp enough to cut the blunt you use to puff indo
I'm the reason you can barely see out your bus window
Whether you peace in the East or fresh in the West
Go to school and you can see my influence on ya' desk
At most schools I'm barred for being hardcore
But your art teacher uses me to cut his cardboard
Markers and pens they cool but isn't for me
Cuz' when I do my thing it's a whole different story
Spray paint and markers yeah they all the way live
But when they get removed only what's scribed will survive
Cops catch you with me and you'll get the same heat
And I help my owners rep it from clubs to train seats
I wont tell you I'm a stencil I'll let you pencil it in
Cuz' that glass is all I'm ever really interested in
[Juice]
Hey yo this is for my writers my real graffiti writers
Pump ya'll fist in the air throw up ya' lighters
We all got a little B-boy livin' inside us
So this is for my real graffiti writers (Yo)
[B-Girl?]
This for my writers my real graffiti writers
Pump ya' fist in the air throw up ya' lighters
We all got a little B-girl livin' inside us
So this is for my writers, my writers, my writers
[Verse 3]
Hey yo last but not least I'm like a gun in ya' hand
I spit venom all day and I come in a can
I'm hip hop to the bone like the rhymes and the beats
And I'm always under pressure 'til the time of release
I leave in bloody where I'm aiming to
Have him raining blue-green or red
I spit heat twice and plus I'm flammable
For hip hoppers I'm what's sprayed most next to the lead
For the gangsters I'm how they show respect for they dead
I'm sold in over six million forty five places
In the hood I'm always used to immortalize faces
I'm culture pride from backpacks to nap-sacks
And when I'm done right all the work I do is that phat
So whether you the best or you gonna be the tightest
This is for my writers my real graffiti writers
Just hold ya' hand steady and whatever the day
Shake me up a couple times and then I'm ready to spray
[Juice]
Hey yo this is for my writers my real graffiti writers
Pump ya'll fist in the air throw up ya' lighters
We all got a little B-boy livin' inside us
So this is for my real graffiti writers (Yo)
[B-Girl?]
This for my writers my real graffiti writers
Pump ya' fist in the air throw up ya' lighters
We all got a little B-girl livin' inside us
So this is for my writers, my writers, my writers
[Juice]
Hey yo this is for my writers my real graffiti writers
Pump ya'll fist in the air throw up ya' lighters
We all got a little B-boy livin' inside us
So this is for my real graffiti writers (Yo)
[B-Girl?]
This for my writers my real graffiti writers
Pump ya' fist in the air throw up ya' lighters
We all got a little B-girl livin' inside us
Try and put me down
You can't comprehend
The places in life that I've been
Hold your tongue
Lie and put me down
With all of my life given
Fool
Look at me this once
Dontch you turn your head
While you tell me you loved him
Don't you cry again
When you see the past
I'll just laugh and spit in your face
Fool everyone sees
Lie to yourself and play make believe
Did I give myself to you, lived when I was posed to
Wanting to hold you, and look into your
Eyes
Needing to touch you, and make everything
Alright
I'm so lonely
Look at me this once
Dontch you turn your head
While you tell me you loved him
Don't you cry again
When you see the past
I'll just laugh and spit in your face
What you want from me
I cannot give you
What you took
Was already from inside
Whatch you want from me
I cannot give you
Your words have already
Tangled my mind
Stranded alone on myself to rely
I look to you for answers, I cry
As these tears run down my face
Why?
Left with nothin - bitch
Left with nothin - fuckin' whore
Left with nothin - bitch
Left with nothin
Left with nothin - just this place
Left with nothin - just this waste
Left with nothin - just my pride
Left with nothin - just this life
Left with nothin - blessed with
I'm just a fuck up dressed in rags,
With the strength of this, I never will lag,
All that you said that I would be,
Take a look at yourself,
[Chorus:]
Your dogs [?] bitch!
Let go!
Juice I got that juice, it's a bitter [?]
[?] she gotta make [?]
I think loose the mind,
Juice, yeah I got the juice!
Yeah I got the juice, yeah I got the juice!
I got the fresh then I'm on, they got eyes like locked
I'm here, what the hell you call it?
I'm the plug, moby drug anything they call me [?]
Where is [?] and prepare, farewell!
No trails, games are [?]
Used to make our [?]
Act tight like a [?] got the game on the [?]
In my pockets [?] she just shug in your little [?]
Don't hate me, man blame it on his mother fucking juice!
[Chorus:]
Juice I got that juice, it's a bitter [?]
[?] she gotta make [?]
I think loose the mind,
Juice, yeah I got the juice!
Yeah I got the juice, yeah I got the juice!
OK, I'm flexed up and I'm on it,
I got a [?] she want it,
This juice shit ain't new to me,
And I dress down in a [?]
Mess around in a Louis V,
[?] I wanna know me!
Yeah, I'm on my feet now!
Uh, I'm out of reach now,
[?] vacation, beach house,
Late night, these freaks out,
[?] nigger, that's a great feeling,
Ha, yeah, what you call that, uh?
[Chorus: x2]
Juice I got that juice, it's a bitter [?]
[?] she gotta make [?]
I think loose the mind,
Juice, yeah I got the juice!
I was walkin' down the avenue the other day
When I heard this crazy sound
It was nothing but a guy with a set of drums
But he was really gettin' down
He said my name is Jack and I'm a rhythm attack
When I got a pair of sticks in hand
I got savior-faire on the bass and snare
And I'm here to take my stand
I got juice
The next to show was a guy named Joe
Came in from Kalamazoo
Had a Kango cap with a real smooth rap
And he knew just what to do
He was an outta work bricklayer,part-time conga player
Brought along a set of LP's
Don't do a lot of talkin',let my fingers do the walkin'
And I play just as pretty as you please
I got juice
There was a guy with a bass,had a handsome face
And designer clothes all around
He said I'm into threads,don't wear Pro Keds
But I can make that funky sound
I play Fender Jazz,I got razz-ma-tazz
I got style from head to toe
It's a funky sound that I learned uptown
And I'm here to let you know
I got juice
About a minute went by when another guy
Showed up with an old guitar
Well it hard to be from World War III
Or run over by a car
It don't look like much,but it's sweet to touch
They don't make'em like this today
It's been around,but check the sound
Then see what you say
I got juice
There was a dude with a bongo,came from the Congo
Had a rough beat of his own
He dressed real strangle,wore beads and chains
But he could rock you all alone
He said call me Chief and I've got relief
For those weary dancin' blues
I got jungle heat from a primative beat
And I know I'll move your shoes,HUH-HUH
I got juice
The next to show was Kurtis Blow
With timbales in his hands
Well I'm known for rap and I play with snap
And I think you'll understand
Now I was taught to play in a different way
By a dude known as Delgado
He said listen to me and you soon will be
A timbale desparato
I got juice
What do you say when you're bustin' loose
JUICE,JUICE
It's good for the gander and chilly for the goose
JUICE,JUICE
Breakin' out from that weekday noose
JUICE,JUICE
Gettin' down on the one and up on the deuce
All fears kept inside the heart
But none can quite compare
He's pleading to god above
set it off... [x12]
motherfuckas!
[Young Zee]
Before you hear me do any mic check
if your crew pop shit you get disrespect
i got a thirty odd six winchester
that send any click to meet their fucking ancestor
[Rah Digga]
Uh, how should I begin this?
styles like endless, cyphers goin' crazy before I even finish
damn a whole village, bigger than Grenwich
all in just one sentence
[Young Zee]
Leave it to me fuck beaver
and I'll have the whole world high off cannabis sativa
you got a girl and that ass is smart
better get her before i run up in the private part
[Rah Digga]
Don't threaten me with weaponry, I just get blunted
all y'all sound redundant
while I find new ways to build
pullin' wolf's bluff from a house of steel
[Young Zee]
When I walk in the crowd I can see heads rattle
I hear voices saying that's ????
any type rappin' bitch want dibs, get Rah
Rah- I turn that bitch bag to bridge[?]
[Zee:]
now, Zee is main to get loose
now I am down wit Outz and I got the juice
Rah Digga rocks the army suits
now she is down wit Outz and she got the juice
Pacewon 'bout to steal some boots
now he is down wit Outz and he got the juice
D-U for the ? use
now he is down wit Outz and he got the juice
[Rah Digga]
we allll that, and a bag of sweets
so kill them butt lyrics and them fag-ass beats
'cause Rah Digga dig deep in an MC's ass
and pass 'em off to No Brain Class
[Young Zee]
Check it, I pull your girl with some old school shit
put doo-doo on a stick and chase that bitch
I fuck eskimo girls in the igloo
while icicles drippin' off that bitch's nipples
and I done dicked so many cop cars
I had the fifth precinct call the national guard
me and Big Moo[?] from Nordic[?] and cops in the Buick
we hit a donut and made them all look stupid
we hit road but there was cops all over
so we kicked on the parkway and hit the shoulder
and made the undercovers eat my dust
they can't fuck wit none nigga down wit us
[Zee:]
now, Zee is main to get loose
now I am down wit Outz and I got the juice
Rah Digga do her hair wit moose
now she is down wit Outz and she got the juice
all my clique makes that ass vamoose
now we is down wit Outz and we got the juice
now, anybody gets the noose
'cause I am down wit Outz and I got the juice
yeah, one time for your mind
I am down wit Outz and I got the juice
yeah, yeah
I am down wit Outz and I got the juice
yeah
Hostyle, newest member, mainly get loose
Back in '77
When everything was so tall
I used to watch that tv show
That I now can't recall
This is the feeling
I taste in my dreams
When the child was a child was a child
Waking up in the darkness
I know I've felt this way before
Sunday morning children's show
Always wanting more
This is the feeling
I taste in my dreams
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