I can't take anymore, I'm 'bout to explode I'm 'bout to overload, I'm 'bout to get it, boy All I wanna know is where the G's at, where the key's at Keep it easy, you don't want to get skeeted All on this motherfuckin' room, nigga, boom Lay down on your back so you can get up soon Stab you in your heart with a har-fuckin-poon Nigga, boom, nigga, boom Scarecrow's on it, I'm still hungry, starvin' for a platinum supper Wipe it easy, some black founded, crooked ass set'll be eating rubber 'Cause if they skit-skat, gun 'em all down, even ghost towns Splish-Splash, brains on the ground, with a cannon round Ball bat, bash him in his back, beatin' bitches down Battle-axe blaze from the cross, body never found Catch a close encounter cause the Anna kills off these rap bums Chemical reaction cobra venom shot into his arm These, these, these bitches ain't runnin' (runnin'!), shit but y'all mouth Cause the first hater step, the first hater get tossed out These bitches ain't runnin' (runnin'!), shit but y'all mouth Cause the first hater step, the first hater get tossed out These.They call me the Juice, so you know I'ma stunt Riding in the car with some bump in the trunk Tone in my lap and you know it's a pump Breaking down the good green, rolling the blunt Ghetto pimp type, girls say I'm the mayne Ice on the wrist with the ice in the chain Riding through the hood, got me gripping the grain And I'm sipping the same while I'm changing the lane Eyes real tight cause I'm choking the green Vision messed up cause I'm drinking the lean Messing with a D-boy, riding them big toys Make your main gal wanna get on my team She gotta give it up before she get in my car I ain't Denzel but I know I'm a star Cause when I'm in the club, I be back in the fog In the V.I.P.
These niggas got plenty ana', but they ain't got plenty guns I'm bustin' out luxury cars, still got these hoes on the run I'm hearin' plenty mean words, but ain't no actions to boot We can do some straight war for war, we can do some stickin' and movin' We can meet in the middle of these streets or in the middle of this ring I can pop your chest, plastic Glock, or pop your jaw, diamond rings Bitch, don't hate me, hate the bank, for stacks of cheese that I take Or hate my shiny wristband, and big-ass rims I rotate See people flip when I'm comin', got suckers sick at the stomach They wonderin' what I brought in, they wonderin' what I got comin' Niggas, I'm comin' like this, off in your mouth like a bitch Trust me, when you think of me, I'm bringing water, I'll start it What's the business? It's that player that you love to hate, always see come out the bank Always have to mention my name, when you high on that drank Catch up with this boy you can't, cause you know I'm holdin' rank When you see the platinum Rolex with the ice it make you faint Through the streets now have you heard, 'bout the Mafia droppin' birds Runnin' from the narcs and cops, tossin' out the bags of herb Ain't afraid to pop the steel, hollow tips to make you feel If you wanna punk me out, Cartiers and a Dracula grill These bitches ain't runnin' (runnin'!), shit but y'all mouth Cause the first hater step, the first hater get tossed out These bitches ain't runnin' (runnin'!), shit but y'all mouth Cause the first hater step, the first hater get tossed out
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