Lyrics:
we are down by law
We want you all to know that we're primal of all
And when we rock the house there is no doubt
That me and Ready see will turn it
You never hear that we buckle
Beef? we chuckle
Scuffle over a game of pinochle
Anything up on my money, man, I gotta see double
Unless you want
coffins
We're all obligated to Juice Crew Laws
You'se a perk if you let a man take yours
Number 2 is not to follow, yo, you must set trends
And if you
many rhymes it can't a crew make me
Rock for thirty two times like John Wayne Gacy
You need to put your hands together
'Cause J5 is in the house
a dress and some glasses,
Teachers used to rag, she was the teacher's pet,
Every nigguz used to brag how much they want to make her wet,
Straight to her
Money Mark get off in yo' derriere
We off da chain fo' the whole year
So if you look with a big ol' butt
live in yo' own crib and make yo own bucks
from
Number one, we hit ya and we give ya some
No gun, and still never on the run
You want to be an S.1, Griff will tell you when
And then you'll
red tops out, and I want a lot"
Shirley fainted dead on the spot
Two ushers slipped eighty dollars right out the pot
Oh shit!
[Raekwon the Chef]
up
If you're drowning you don't clutch no straw
If you're drowning you don't clutch no straw
You don't want to live, don't want to cry no more, no
nothin, we untouched,
one-hundred percent pure shit, uncut.
(Chorus x2)
Suave House, No Limit soldiers (x8)
(Eightball)
Real playaz,
play live
Ask the people who they fly
The crew J5
We ride right into the night
Words that we write
We're calm then a settle your site
Come
(Monsters) Rock the house, now every Halloween
(Monsters) Rock the house, those terrors we have seen
(Monsters) Rock the house, scary creatures come in two by
to it
Sacrificed stability to flex our ability
crew, the iller artillery
I can't chill until we fulfill the plan of having mic's in the hand
The sole
party at my house
2:15 just closed the bar
They want to know where to go with a local star
Load up your car we ain't going far
Let your designated driver
bagel with some butterflies
Spit gritty like we in MCA's voice box
Y'all bull and my ox don't fit the mix
(Disc jock) it be some classic material,
bagel with some butterflies
Spit gritty like we in MCA's voice box
Y'all bull and my ox don't fit the mix
(Disc jock) it be some classic material,
to (who want to?)
I gotta crew from Soundview wantin' war (c'mon)
Start a revolution with mah niggas from the fall (from the faaall)
We gotta bring it
nothin, we untouched,
one-hundred percent pure shit, uncut.
(Chorus x2)
Suave House, No Limit soldiers (x8)
(Eightball)
Real playaz,
Live by the gun die by the same shit you bust
Fly bitches with waves from DC to Cali
Rally and tally up my dough
For the grand finale
Grapevines
we won't need one
Once it's begun, you better recognize
Terrorism on the rise caused by government suits and ties
Because they mix truth with lies,
Rally's n got 3 for 2
Getting plugged in life that's how we do
Trap all summer first day nice shoes
Ladies lookin at em like who dat dude
It's jay Bandz I
nerves, man word
I'm expectin' some etiquette in your segment kid
I brought you to the 'Stu to show how we do
So all them antics and funny shit you do for
divine
Mix that in with some sound design
And we're under there like Calvin Klein.
You out your mind? Ya damn right I am
Tell a narrow-minded Negro how
was bottled
They flipped the script and had you in the mix quick
That's why I ain't trusting shit
Take it day by day it ain't about the pay
Changed my
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