Lyrics:
of the hinge
Grab the VP by the post office assistant with tints
Hit ya head of promotion with a fist of the chins
There's a crew of hungry niggaz sellin clips
a wrist
The way this shit got me feelin man
Coccy as shit
It was me and j rum
Yeah hes roccy with fist
Its one call to 40rx
Just to cop me a clip
And its
wilding
My house got surrounded by yellow tape
Had a good time with a bitch from a movie
But she got to go before wake & bake
If one of my niggaz started
saying they wanna rhyme
You can always tell white niggaz by the clothes that they wear
I bitch slap the niggaz tie em' up in a chair
Don't gives a fuck if
And son got knuckles in his Air Force One's, come on
[Chorus: Saukrates (E3)]
Niggaz never seen it this raw (but nothing's gonna hold me back)
Keep
getting money over here, what it do pimpin'
(Repeat)
Verse 1
J.R. Writer:
That's word buzzen, I swerve cousin (Errr!)
In that 2006 like it's worth nothin'
I remember when I use to get paid on a Friday
Hit the club all week fuck it by Monday
I was living that life dog
Scares didn't show like Lipo
Had
trust these hoes
Betrayal had me chillin by my lonely, niggaz act like hoes
Sipping so much liquor seeing double pour a little more
Drowning out my demons
a hundred million
look
i got beef with like a hundred children
niggaz with pink suits
tryin to get cute
you a little outta line hommie
dont let the 9 hommie
I'm up with the J's, we all vampin'
Put the work in the wax bag and stamped it
You can catch the rico when you stamp it
But the hood gotta know who got
the one that makes me feel so good
Yeah she straight out da hood wit the ghetto class
Pretty ol' face and a fat ol' ass
Got her own money but she love
Yo I don't even know what the vibe is kid
All these different things seperatin us
It got me walkin this fence man
and I don't even know what side
with my zombies and
My goons like Transylvania
My niggas got it low by
Scalpin' tickets out the stadium
My messages is free movies
That’s word
from coast to coast
[Royce Da 5'9"]
I got a foot on the gas, I got my eye on the road
With an open mind as I roll, hopin to spy on my soul
I lose
What you looking for, what you looking for, what you need? (chorus 8x)
(juicy j)
It's about 7:30, a nigga out there early early
I'm on the ? burna?
the Henny in my hand getting litty in the booth
Yeah we keep it smooth mixing gin and juice with Juicy J rolling papes
Tonight this Maui wowie's gonna make me
now, where am I to go?
And how the fuck I'm gonna pay this nigga for his do?
Been looking for me, got a nigga kind of scared
And all the other niggaz
introduction
But by the way, hmm, nice butt?
Let's go chill so I can get to know you better
Her first name was Loretta, she drove up a Baretta
We got to my
night away
Yeah pass the j yeah
Put it between your lips until you fade away yeah
All of your problems disappear and it's just me ahh
Just feel my lips
and heavens door
As I soar through yo life
You be beggin' for some Christ
ain't no mutha fuckin' Christ
All I want to see is die
(Juicy J)
Yo sleep at night,
Juicy J]
I was born up in the ghetto streets
Always learn to pack the heat
Call me on my cellular phone
If you want that work from me
Cowards like
Mafia boys be killin'
They call my Juicy J, I got that SK that be drillin'
You fuck with me you might get hit
I'm known for dome peelin'
[Chorus:
rap'll gather
after, my skills master of the dip dapper
I hold the fort with my sorts, rap sports
I got niggaz on my dick, from down South to up
This phone shit you'll get me put away
Moving like I'm in the mafia
But high as Juicy J
Way the Lord up in bless me
I must have a clean slate
He done
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