JUICE

JUICE - All U Got lyrics

rate me

(feat. C-Major)

[Speaking]

New Juice, the CONGLOMERATE, come on

[Verse 1]

Now sometimes, you got to fight it out

Find something how to write about and white it out

It ain't too many things I ain't seen or done

Cream and guns, I'm feeling like our rap dreams have begun

The scene is upon us, the green is enormous

I'm god's law, you could read me in your tauris

You could call me, when it's a weed shortage

I breez through artists, It's funny and shit, they wanna

Alter a nigga, when my money's legit

I guess they must've thought that I was fucking with Knicks

Shit, they should've caught me when I was bringing bricks in

Right past customs,driving them to chicks in

Now I'm in the big Benz, stacking sick ends

And just wait, loyalties ain't even kicked in

And young jackers get immortalized forever at twenty-one

I used to move more damn weight than anyone

[Chorus]

Give it all you got, no matter what you do

You got to keep it real with yourself

One shot at the top, you never got two

I'll let you know the deal

Give it all you got, no matter what you do

You got to keep it real

It's one shot at the top, you never get two

No time to chill nigga

[Verse 2]

In my crib, use big screens is my rule

Yo boy got more sixteens than high school

More twenty-two's than college, I drop jewels

Fools refuse to use the knowledge

I used to set up whole schools in the projects

When niggas is dead broke, hoes viewed as objects

Opps, I just contradicted myself, who the fuck am I to teach

I'm afflicted myself, at least I'm rich

You gonna get priced out if you try

Two point seven, I'm iced out in july

Sometimes, taking the right rout, you do right

Chuchu breaking the pipe out, my crew high

I send this one out to Chi

Approach CONGLOM wrong, no doubts you die

The second live don't just drop out the sky

I ain't took the game yet, but I'm out to try, nigga

[Chorus]

[Verse 3]

I'm adjacent to myself, with the spirit that I rhyme with

My Movado is broken, my lyrics are timeless

I'm with the great ones, whoever you call great

But niggas always got their hands out like All State

I'm like "Excuse me G, I don't fuckin know ya

I can't do nothing for ya."

I'm not the nigga to depend on

Because before I let you eat, I'm gonna have to put my friends on

I might rush you through the crowd, and write ten songs

Or air it out, I'm just trying to see the endzone

Or you can kind of say, I'm kind of like the goal post

I'm always up-right with it when I hold toast

Mr. Gold Coast, rocking a chain

I'm hot like flame, with no block to claim

Em know me, and Jin knows of me

One in a million like the great ten Moseley

Kan' Know me, Kanye Knows me

Twista know me, It's ya homie

Slum know me, Dilated do

Jurassic 5, since way back in eighty-two

Xzibit know me, Tash, Jeru and Ino

Royce, what up cuz, you need to holla at yo people

To all my underground niggas that I started with

You know the battle cat, I'll show you who the artist is

He grew up claiming BZT

When Rio was gettin bone-taste from Eazy-E

So nigga please, let me be me

Somewhere between fifty and BDP, lies me

I'll leave your vocal cords come in a loose

I am not the one to comfront in the booth

King of freestyle, I've done it as a youth

And I don't know a motherfucker that want it with Juice

[Chorus]

[Juice speaking]

That's real. Yea. Emmaculate on the beat. Whattup nigga

Conglomerate. J U, I haven't even started my rain, I'm

only drizzling man. Ah, Oh-five, so live

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