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Juice Gotta Come Up

you got it I beg your pardon I gotta hella connections my Negro my people they got garden Need a fake ID or benefit card times is hard You know Christmas is coming up

just screw up on top of suckers up on my solid dude list Now I don't need no liabilities, I can't be taking the risk Gotta say I found, go hard like

, and ain't no haters allowed Nothing but pimps and playas, and plenty women going down Man hold up, let me roll up something sticky Full of them pills leaning, my people gotta come

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

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

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

now I break lots of crews up who cruise up like they got big nuts what I dig up gets big ups and also blow some wigs up get up for the beat down I'm taking

a clown, too much Crown with no juice Icy noose, bluey suit outside cute Inside room ugly as a pea-green suit with ruffles We fold up chairs in a tussle