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knows they not on they toes
All these niggas on stand by
I don't keep no gang close
I know they a end me if I let em get close
Me and Juicy J we addicted

Uh
(Yeah)
Gangsta, killa
(Killa)
Killa beats nigga
(Beats nigga)
Iraqians
(Iraqians)
Do it like this
(Send Iraq to the heavens)

Yo, yo, yo guns,

Uh (yeah) , gangsta, killa (killa)
Killa beats nigga
(beats nigga) Iraqians (Iraqians)
Do it like this (send Iraq to the heavens)

Yo, yo, yo guns,

we go again
Growing up they used to think that jay was my twin
I put the buck up to him
They like here we go again
But Kross is my kin
Now, don't rub

gangsta and he's my G
Bought by the wicked blood of J.C
(Blood of J.C)
(Let's go)
No hard feelings
Death's not scary
That's power, that's J.C. in me
From

Big Shots

King Sun

Righteous but Ruthless

1990

on the spot
Not until he bought a Benz did his name get hot
Out on the streets slingin big rocks on concrete
Those who tried to play him, they cold got beat
I

Fightin in the Club

I-20

Twanked Out Down South

2004

replying
Boys throwin' signs bout to start a fuckin' riot
Bangin', niggas real gangstas in the M-Town
But I'm from the A so this the type of shit I been

Caught you red-handed
Creeping up at my door
Picture this we'll be both butt Naked
Fuckin on the bathroom floor

Juicy juicy
Come and sip it
Like a sweet

Logic
Talk shit, get hit, nigga
This is a world premiere
Logic, Juicy J, College Park
Takin' 'em back to 2011, my nigga

It's a good day (good

It's been a while since I spit on a track
Liftoff nigga 


Liftoff
It's been a while since I spit on a track
Too busy making beats
cin't got no time

Ain't it $trange by *CHAOZ*

Now ain’t strange the way these nigga hate/am getting money in my lane while they contemplate / I spit that venom in

gangsta style, smokin' dank
Cognac lounge beat, cognac lounge beat
Motherfucker, cognac lounge beat
Mother, motherfucker

Yeah, it's that old mackin' fast

Everybody rockin' side to side to the beat (beat)
Snappin' they fingers (fingers), bouncin' to the groove (groove)
All by they self (self), that's the new

me endangering
never knew it too busy sharp shooting
little fishes don't get caught by this harpoon bitch
it�s just music meet my instruments
OG say

the bitch up put the gangsta twist on
Her sunny southern cal it never snows
Niggas yelling ha's and ho's we dumping out of 64's
When it comes to the gun

who knocks
Ain't control

Sauce it up
Sticking by the code is what I stand for
Always be on point cause niggas change up
Dying for attention

They want

Big booty bih she got racks on her
Milwaukee fan dat bih make it clap for them bucks
She drop that ass low then she lift that ass up
Put yo hand

Automobile Gangsta'
Bitches gone' be stuttering, cats gots they tongue-sta
We in the drive by, pull out the NANA
Bitches can't wash me, Oops, I mean bana

My

In the whip cross over with a lane switch
In the whip swerving stupid with a brain glitch
Shout out to to Mary J, babe with the real bud
Shout out

on the beat he a bad man
Fuego! fuego! Peep the tan
Too groovy with the shit (yeah you know i'm fly)
Too woozy with the hit (yeah you know i'm fried)
Too juicy

nothing unless it's the thrill
No glove, she loving the feel
Nasty natty put the perc in her butt
Lil dirty slut
Juicy J, I don't say no to ratchets
Smoke

Westside Slaughterhouse

Ice Cube

Pass the Mic: The Posse Album

1996

the bitch up put the gangsta twist on
Her sunny southern cal it never snows
Niggas yelling ha's and ho's we dumping out of 64's
When it comes to the gun

Retaliation

Geto Boys

Da Good Da Bad & Da Ugly

1998

did it
Hoe, it's too late
Bitch, you shouldn'ta did it
One by one niggas get they ass done
Pussy make me laugh, nigga, money make me come
Nigga set for

the two-piece
The colorful one must be the Pucci, ussy
I know the pussy really juicy
Sparks J, sips tea, cock the Uzi

Just wanna get drunk tonight
And I'ma