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Juicy J

Jordan Houston (born April 5, 1975), better known by his stage name Juicy J, is an American rapper, record producer and Academy Award-winning songwriter. He is a member of the duo Three 6 Mafia and is currently signed to Taylor Gang Records. He has released three studio albums. more »

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2016

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We was out there on the curb tryna’ get it, where was you?
Higher than a bird hopping out the flying spur like I need a parachute
We was out there on the curb tryna’ get, it where was you?
In the concrete jungle where they ain’t afraid to hustle and they ain’t scared to shoot (shoot)

Where was you when I ain’t have a pot to piss in?
Where was you when my homie came up missing?
Where was you when I was out here on the clock?
I can tell you this, you waddn’t on the block
But it's alright, I hustle all night
You be smoking shit, you be all hype
Mane, that shit was vicious, how can I forget it?
Pushing all these chickens tryna get a ticket
I might leave a trail 'cause my swag drippin’
All this shit you talking 'bout, you know I live it
I’m LeBron with the vision, you a witness
This Jordan on my chain bigger than a midget

We was out there on the curb tryna’ get it, where was you?
Higher than a bird hopping out the flying spur like I need a parachute
We was out there on the curb tryna’ get, it where was you?
In the concrete jungle where they ain’t afraid to hustle and they ain’t scared to shoot (shoot)

Where the f*ck was you nigga, when I was a young nigga?
I done held guns for niggas, that was fun for my niggas
Smoking weed in the trap, living comfortable nigga
If the police came, then we run from them niggas
Couple niggas start snitching, we ain't f*ck with them niggas
Gotta problem, we pull up with a truck full niggas
I’m a boss, I ain’t nothing like these other lil' niggas
Got no trust for these niggas, got no love for these niggas
If this was back in the day, we’d bust on the niggas
I ’ont argue in the street, I don’t fucks with no nigga
We find out where we could meet, then we jump on a nigga
And they do that shit for cheap, so it's nothing, lil' nigga

We was out there on the curb tryna’ get it, where was you? (gang gang gang gang gang gang gang)
Higher than a bird hopping out the flying spur like I need a parachute
We was out there on the curb tryna’ get it, where was you? (where was you?)
In the concrete jungle where they ain’t afraid to hustle and they ain’t scared to shoot (shoot)

I might have a actress laying on my mattress
I ain’t with that talking, bitch, I’m bout that action
Call me Uncle Sam 'cause you know I’m taxing’
Yo bitch, swallow my seed but you ain’t in my bracket
Please don’t get me twisting just because I’m rapping
I can send a head out on you like a tackle
I could show you how to cook ‘em up and wrap ‘em
I could tell you 'bout that Mac and I ain’t talking Apple
'Cause I can get you knocked off for no charge, nigga
You gon' take it in the chest like a charge, nigga
I swear that street shit get my dawgs charged, nigga
You say you can get me right but what you charge, nigga?

We was out there on the curb tryna’ get it, where was you? (gang gang gang gang gang gang gang)
Higher than a bird hopping out the flying spur like I need a parachute
We was out there on the curb tryna’ get it, where was you? (where was you?)
In the concrete jungle where they ain’t afraid to hustle and they ain’t scared to shoot (shoot)

Lemme chirp these fools
I can barely hear you, no wonder I can’t see you
I landed the jet and went and bought a bald eagle
I’m on tour with niggas from my hood, that's my people
And they used to push the rock like Memphis Bleek and Beanie Sigel

I ain’t see you when I ain’t have a whip to get around
You wan’t with me at the bottom, I’m not fuckin' with you now
Ran into a young nigga say he look up to me
Juicy drop that new shit, you gon' f*ck up the streets
Bought to f*ck up a check, and then I’m off for a week
Met a bitch at the Versace store and fucked her to sleep
When I’m finished with her I’ma drop her off where I found her
And I wake up every morning to the sound of money counters

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