we gon' make it Doesn't matter if they don't believe You know we will suceeed Got through the bad times to live the good times We gon' make it [Verse
and Bed-Stuy We made our first demo tape. Ex-cited like a mawfucka, lookin' for our first break. I knowwwwwwwwww ("F'real.") you can do it. Be abidin
sorry son" [E] "Shut up you cunt!" I said, "Fuck it!" Took it and stuck it back up in my head then I sewed it shut and put a couple of screws in my neck
the suns that high, baby I wave bye bye You blend some of my juice with your coconut cream Some rum and shake it out, just like a summer dream You made
made me forget the buttered bread We're having breakfast in bed And it goes straight to my head You offer me your sugar and honey and juice... Breakfast in bed We
it movin', keep it movin', keep it movin' Keep it movin' along, keep it movin' along Keep it movin', keep it movin', keep it movin', keep it movin' Keep
talk blow man I got that shit that made Len Bias overdose Yours truly, the King of the Third Coast [Chorus] [Verse 2 - Chamillionaire] Yo, it's Koopa
a target Of the nationwide boycott Juice with the people, that’s what the boy got So pay respect to the black fist Or we’ll burn your store, right down
soon as I get the drop I pull up the pop of the test It's outta the prairie Bitches style juice running through my head How many wanna die nigga? my concept It
about why did it end Made me feel like the one Made me feel like the one The one Made me feel like the one Made me feel like the one The one I don'
the hydra. Slice his throat! And grab his scroat. You take the high road, I'll take the low. There, the crevasse, Fill it with your mighty juice
live to be 21 They said they wouldn't make it They didn't make it We're all naked when the day is said and done This is life What a fucked up thing we
it up I don't give a fuck On a daily basis I be postin it up Smokin it up choppin it to match it wit dub Give us a club Six mane tearin it up [Frayser
spit-talk to it Then "Change The Game", might Crip-Walk to it But never Harlem shake it, Harlem make it, Harlem break it Dawg, I ain't hardly made this
's nest the rest we passed Back doored the Palladium just for class About 4 am we crashed the deuce We never catch static 'cause my boys got juice Deuced it
.A. : my home We was out the feeling that hiphop be We couldn't connect to the New York streets So we took the bandanas and we tied 'em up Roll up in
T, I rap sing, they call it controversy I call it truth with no mercy The beats are phat Ammo Dump tracks The kind that make speakers crack Not made
