You gotta come up, gotta put your life on the line To try to make it out the hood in these trifling times You gotta come up, you gotta makes some ends
push up in the joint when you in the kinda truck that I push up to the joint cuz theses motherfuckaz will push him to the point that you'll end up locked
half pipe That's right ma yous a ten And your man? You be rocking nicer shoes than him I'm in the spot with some juice and gin Come to me You're a beauty
a Kick out of taking it on the chin, when u decide To pin me down to the floor I flip you back over and Push even more could gotta come back we are
4's and 3's Or anything that's chromey, stacking G's Bucking boys up like a rhino, this one for my youngster 5-O Gotta put it in perspective, or let that
hours a day, I be sending fellas under If they people want revenge, I never worry or wonder When my motherfucking beef coming Nigga this Rap-A-Lot mafia, head-n-chief coming
to know about for real [Chorus] Juice these hoes (what), juice these hoes (say it), all my playas grab ya nuts and juice these hoes (come on), juice these hoes (what), juice
got loose Gave her a 20 and the pussy juiced It's the boys' night out, and we're lookin' for fu nLook out, man, 'cause here she comes! [Luke:] Hold
Am I a threat? Nobody can say no I'm like a volcano, and I'm sure that they know When I come off, it's guaranteed legit Can you come like this? Naw, that
you to savor There's only one way to move the crowd: Bass level up high, volume level up loud To do youre best, you gotta believe And what you want, you
can eat a motha fuckin dick up. Word up. Fuck the police. I don't give a fuck. Bobcat in this motha fucka boy. Big up! Big up! To the criminals. Fuck
Martinez You're all up in my mix like f---in' Betty Crocker you think you're playing me but actually you're a jocker you bad mouth me bitch man you givin me juice
the sun comes up, every night (c'mon) We party and we party 'til daylight We be gettin it in, c'mon we gettin it in A lil' Hennessy, a lil' juice and
starin down the barrel from my nine Since these Harlem World niggaz seem to all be fam I put the gun to Cardan tell him, "Tell your man Mason Betha, haha, come up
(feat. Fergie) [Intro:] Yeah New 50 London, London [Verse 1:] When I come up in the club with my nine, I'll be front from the hoes with my shine, tell
Tryna Put My Hands On It So If You In It, Got Away, You Can Come Through I Know You Didnt Really Plan On It. Your Boy Gotta Come And Pick You Up, Show
