All the hoes jockin', beat steady knockin', middle of the stage got the whole club rockin', nigga' you can hate but your bitch steady watchin', bet she
I make a Juice box wet, wet, wet, wet, wet, wet I make a Juice box drip, drip, drip, drip, drip, drip I make a Juice box talk, talk, talk, talk, talk,
[Chorus] I know (I know) These niggas don't want to see me ball. These niggas wanna see me fall. Motherfucker I know (I know) These niggas are trying
My life's a battle field You can catch me on the front line My life's a battle field On the grind duckin? one time My life's a battle field One false
Last time I checked B K was the hood Last time I checked Bankhead was the hood Last time I checked Harlem was the hood But them rappers don't live there
Yeah you real motherfucker gangster out on these streets nigga Gimme your money Hustle up your money Aint takin no short no loss Don't give give a fuck
We got bricks of da flavor, Justin Timberlake Last year was 24 this year is 28 Ice everywhere, dats the icing on da cake Wanna be a hood nigga, I can
[Yung Joc] Block Ent. Next up to bat, the boy Zoe Gorilla that is Hey Block, we found another one [Chorus: Yung Joc] AC full, suicide doors Grill out
[Intro: Gorilla Zoe] Phone ringing off the hook; Gotta get my ass up, scale and some bags; Couple pounds, gotta weigh it up, Work, work, we can work it
I can tell by the way that ya look at me You think you know me But baby, you don't know me, no I know you comin' home late I'm tryna help you get to know
I gotta run my money up, shorty stack your money up I gotta stack that paper up, so we can have Plenty hoes, plenty dough, plenty drank, plenty smoke
Hey Shawt Hello What's up baby Alright I got you I got you Lil Shawty I love to stunt I ride big trucks We smoke big blunts And spend big bucks Lil
The only real place to be The middle of all controversy West end of the Mississippi Welcome to the Midwest Pistol packin' and money mackin' rappin' about
Hi, I'm Mizzle, former heroin addict Coke head, crack fiend Man if killa had it, I tried it If I itch he scratch, yo no homo man But I part of the diplomats
nappy boy (nappy boyyy) whoo! uh-uh, uh-uh, uh-uh, uh-huh three ringz yeah, we the class clowns jump shoot third time around dawg if i was just to step
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Open your mind, don't let it slip And take you on a midnight ride that's wicked Everyone around it comes in feeling Fed up with the way their rooms are
I know you keep a journal and every page is rippled From the tears that you cry, ain't no meaning to your scribble 'Cause words can't describe what you