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letra de dna - juice

[intro]
jumped right on inside, not too many people saw us
thinking about who gotta get robbed because the mob got a job for us

(rise) now check this out; you already know what it is. i’m chillin’ with my boy juice. hip hop knockin’ at your f-ckin’ door, n-gga. (hip hop). serbia, n-gga. (hip hop info). hip hop info. let’s do it. let’s talk about it

[verse 1: havoc]
come through, black hoodie, black mask, black truck
fully automatic sprayin’ at you, better back up
act up, get clapped up – don’t let this rap sh-t fool you
must’ve lost your noodles, motherf-cker, i will shoot you
in a hot second, and for the record
when it come to drama n-ggas know i got a fetish
call the paramedics, your boy leakin’ bad
night night, n-gga, wrap ’em in a sleepin’ bag
a war goin’ on no man is safe from
think about ice grillin’ me and get your face donе
when it come to slugs, n-gga, i don’t waste none
you know i walk with it, know it’s on the waist, son
and when i’m in serbia you know i got the juice
chillin’ with juice top-down in the coupe
aim, ready, shoot – hand over the f-ckin’ loot
mobb deep forever, n-gga, somethin’ you already knew

[chorus: prodigy & kool g rap]
ever since a little youth, i had this l-st
to pick up the motherf-cking pen and just rush
ever since a little youth, i had this l-st
to pick up the motherf-cking pen and just rush
ever since a little youth, i had this l-st
to pick up the motherf-cking pen and just rush
jumped right on inside, not too many people saw us
thinking about who gotta get robbed because the mob got a job for us
[verse 2: juice]
yeah, yeah
you wanna back down, but now there’s no time
get 25 years, n-gga, in behind
i was growin’ up with the queens n-ggas
and thank god i never had to pull the trigger
’cause i learned to recognize hustlers and snitches
i know a po-po, sh-t, and d-mn i know the b-tches
you find yourself in the mirror and in my lyrics
take this serious, now it’s time, i’ma get it
i don’t need the fame, i will spray your brains for fans
you’re nervous and spent whilst i breakdance
i’m not married and if it’s f-ckin’ necessary
let’s make a party on the cemetery, yeah
and we should spread more love, not war
’cause my sh-t is poppin’ ’93 pravi zapis
i’ve been following mobb deep since “peer pressure”
voždovac, beograd, bmw, nike treša

- juice

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