[Chorus x4: Juice (Buddha Monk)] Understand black, when the gun goes clack clack I aim where ya hat's at, nigga, you ain't that phat (It's Brooklyn) [
check the chain In the hood is where I hang, On South Lee, that 5-9 He dippin oil, He drippin candy, From P-A to H-Town, It goes down [Chorus] [Mike
Craft, Craft Lover I don't want it, that's why I'm rarely seen in public If I were you I wouldn't waste time readin' rubbish I don't care what you say
leave you scraped and ashier than Larry Holmes But ladies I ain't always violent You could pump pump until the dawn, like Adina Howard Can't You See,
back in 1988 I couldn't wait to get straight and dominate state to state Went to feud, bullshit evil, exterminatin flows Check your grip, don't slip or get a dose on how it goes
Wolf tickets.. Yeah, game goes on nigga And it ain't no myth for the nigga fifth C-L-I-C-K shit up in this bitch for rich I was told a few hands sellin
need some I excercise my freedom and bring you the best weed son See son, in the kingdom we got it down We smokin up the green shit money no Bobby Brown
Rap, do it for Ken Do it for Ice T, do it just to do it, FUCK IT He's a bitch, he ain't gonna hit you back, he's nothin Shit, in five years, we're all
learn that people gotta p-ay for the rhyme They called the one eighty seven on a undercover cop But the vest was bulletproof, so the cop didn't drop My brother Ice-T couldn't
these young niggas name That's why we makin' a statement, fuck everything [Hook x2] In Fillmoe, Fillmoe we don't play Fillmoe it goes down every day In Fillmoe, where
shine The whole time we turn shows and turn hoes, turn hoes We got hot shit to make these niggas burn flows Once is goes to the street then the word goes
the sunshine ain't even all day (Yeah) The life of a baller, ain't even all play I stack 'em, so the chips fall where they must I ain't far from a Benz
stay down You're gay now, and couldn't buss if your name was Greyhound Yo, I'm known for pullin heists, pawn shops to hold my ice Shiny glocks leave
I roll with I-R-I-S 'Science the best, so don't test Exotic, attack the wack a word of advice I got it down so cold like ice from Jew Heights {*scratched
that starts with S And you ain't got to like and respect it, ain't gotta love it, but check it This real shit that I spit on the record That bullshit,
to... Your chest plate...eradicate Get your flesh ate...easily done..Here it is... Freestyle...no need to write shit...cuz when we write shit Y'all like to bite shit
scandalous Shit is hot in Little Rock, Arkansas I said the all get in, and the shit they talk Then its down to Texas, Houston and Dallas Where my blunts
Eve] C'mon, uh, uh, uh, yo, yo [1] - Gotta man that I think I'm gon' love forever And forever, we'll be together (C'mon) No matter where he goes, I'll