Still got that key to the city....
[Verse 1:]
uh..uh....uh
J-U, The hot shit, to hot to fall
i'm to ahead of my time kid, i stop for ya'll
in a drunk mind state, I bomb Kuwait
i'm so ill i raise the dead when i rhyme at wakes
from the moment minute that my first verse caught your head
years later you'll be buggin' off the thoughts i said
i'm lampin on the streat, my foot at the curb
give me the illest concept, and i can put it in words
in all mics are used to support the subliminal
'???????',????????????????? they go digital
no crews can do Juice, the mind state is pitiful
with me your goin need a million giga-bytes minimal
niggas wanna rap, they in it for dough
but start hangin up when they sell minutes are low
i'm toed back off a couple Guinnesses though
i'll have people passin' out before I finish a show
now you feelin' insecure when i grin at yo' ho'
I had her ass in the air kid, shit on the flo'
now you tryin to swing your dough, so your women'll know
I fill Juice wit big-panik, put the gin on the flo'
Juice at the club, your whore I macked her
she forgot she had a man till the mornin' after
tones and vocal cords get torn and fractured
she said comparin' us is like before and after
Juice bust'em out , Flush'em out, what the fuss about
I kick lines other cats can only cuss about
they say Juice is on the lose, have you seem him
i'm day and night, and every hour inbetween them
i'm on some Mary J. shit, nigga this is my life
Tape so hot they had to wrap it up in dry-ice
don't have any thoughts about winin' me god
its like tryin to save a game wit out a memory card
and in case you didn't know, i'm paid to hi-jack your ?motor-cade?
try to wave to the crowd i'm blowin off your shoulder blade
your chance to live is at a very low percentage
your so close to death that you can see your own image
an amature, lost to a professional
now they dissconnectin' you from all that bullshit you were connected to
I need no remorse, I had to diminish 'em
In Mortal Kombat I had the crowd screamin' "Finish him"
[Chorus 1]
[Chorus 2]
[Verse 1:]
uh..uh....uh
J-U, The hot shit, to hot to fall
i'm to ahead of my time kid, i stop for ya'll
in a drunk mind state, I bomb Kuwait
i'm so ill i raise the dead when i rhyme at wakes
from the moment minute that my first verse caught your head
years later you'll be buggin' off the thoughts i said
i'm lampin on the streat, my foot at the curb
give me the illest concept, and i can put it in words
in all mics are used to support the subliminal
'???????',????????????????? they go digital
no crews can do Juice, the mind state is pitiful
with me your goin need a million giga-bytes minimal
niggas wanna rap, they in it for dough
but start hangin up when they sell minutes are low
i'm toed back off a couple Guinnesses though
i'll have people passin' out before I finish a show
now you feelin' insecure when i grin at yo' ho'
I had her ass in the air kid, shit on the flo'
now you tryin to swing your dough, so your women'll know
I fill Juice wit big-panik, put the gin on the flo'
Juice at the club, your whore I macked her
she forgot she had a man till the mornin' after
tones and vocal cords get torn and fractured
she said comparin' us is like before and after
Juice bust'em out , Flush'em out, what the fuss about
I kick lines other cats can only cuss about
they say Juice is on the lose, have you seem him
i'm day and night, and every hour inbetween them
i'm on some Mary J. shit, nigga this is my life
Tape so hot they had to wrap it up in dry-ice
don't have any thoughts about winin' me god
its like tryin to save a game wit out a memory card
and in case you didn't know, i'm paid to hi-jack your ?motor-cade?
try to wave to the crowd i'm blowin off your shoulder blade
your chance to live is at a very low percentage
your so close to death that you can see your own image
an amature, lost to a professional
now they dissconnectin' you from all that bullshit you were connected to
I need no remorse, I had to diminish 'em
In Mortal Kombat I had the crowd screamin' "Finish him"
[Chorus 1]
[Chorus 2]
Chorus You got a question mark I m the nigga here X 3 You got a question mark I m the nigga here period Chorus x2...
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