I trash I bash I get ill I chill but u don't know the half I trip I rip and though I think I'm slick I'm nothin but a funky country hick But I still
when I trash I bash I get ill I chill but u don't know the half I trip I rip and though I think I'm slick I'm nothin but a funky country hick But I
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it with Juice [Chorus] [Juice speaking] That's real. Yea. Emmaculate on the beat. Whattup nigga Conglomerate. J U, I haven't even started my rain, I
I'm fittin MC Step to the cordless, it's him against me I, pity the nigga tryna go against me Mister J-U, I-C-E the MC [Hook] In the trenches, ever since
, let's cut us some real, real somethin'); Yo, bust this (LL Cool J) I'm kinda like a soldier, see I told ya When I pick up the mic I'ma hold ya captive, a mack-tive, I'll make sure I
I be the B, U, S, T, A, R, H, Y, M, E, S full of finesse, lyrically complex And I'm the double L, C dash O, dash O, L, period J my leers waiting on the
no juice left I been around the world, I done toured the U.S. Here we go, c'mon Now here we go, c'mon Now here we go, c'mon Now here we go, c'mon Yeah
All I tastes is smoke J just likes drinking juice And K drinks only soda But E eats everything Yeah, E eats everything E is eating in a moving car E
up I kep' on bustin' and bustin' and cappin' cappin' y'all Until I emptied the clip out cause I was snappin' y'all The was the S-P-I-C-E-187 the murda
t go I got a brick and I'm letting you get use to it, I'm all in the neighborhood selling niggaz the fluid I got hard soft X pills I'm true to it, hustling