Let me chirp these fools

Juice got weed, Juice got pills
Juice got the work on the corner cuttin' deals
Juice know you haters out there snitchin' ain't for real
So Juice got some game niggas down for the kill
Juice know the feds got surveillance on the field
We never had a job but we sittin' on a mill'
We ball out in the club with our niggas stayin' trill

We never wrote a check, just them big face bills
A playa drinkin' Makers, Marker, cranberry vodka
Wearin' a mink coat that's furry as Chewbacca
I saw ya main gal and a playa had to stop her
Her name wasn't Silkk but her face was The Shocker
The feds takin pictures of us ballin' but I got 'em
A seven footer hole for his body we gon' drop 'em
We always on the grind, we be watchin when they watchin'
And when they turn they back it's the clucka-clucka-rock 'em yeah

If you boys got beef we can (roll wit' it)
In the club or the street we can (go wit' it)
It don't make me none (blow for blow wit' it)
Crack his head wit' a gun (I'm fo'sho split it)

If you boys got beef we can (roll wit' it)
In the club or the street we can (go wit' it)
It don't make me none (blow for blow wit' it)
Crack his head wit' a gun (I'm fo'sho split it)

We got them tones in the club and them bulletproof vests
Them 357 titanium Smith and Wess'
And plus we deep as hell and prepared to bust
You gonna have hell if you fuck wit' us and that's what's up
The whole club we maintain
These Hydra-Shok bullets mushroom in your brain
We in bed with the med, we give 'em somethin' to do
'Cause clown ass niggas love to act a fool

My hood is real nigga, my hood ain't fake
My hood is home nigga, everythang straight
My hood will rob you with masks on they face
My hood will do it to put food on their plate

My hood ain't tame dog, they wanna jump fool
My hood, they hang together they all jump you
And if you don't believe me, then come to my hood
And you will see that it ain't all good

If you boys got beef we can (roll wit' it)
In the club or the street we can (go wit' it)
It don't make me none (blow for blow wit' it)
Crack his head wit' a gun (I'm fo'sho split it)

If you boys got beef we can (roll wit' it)
In the club or the street we can (go wit' it)
It don't make me none (blow for blow wit' it)
Crack his head wit' a gun (I'm fo'sho split it)

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Writer(s): Darnell Carlton, Jordan Houston, Patrick Houston, Paul D. Beauregard