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[Juicy J] Let me chirp these fools Juice got weed Juice got pills Juice got the work on the corner cutting deals Juice know you haters out there snitching ain't for real So Juice got some gang niggas down for the kill Juice know the feds got surveillance on the field We never had a job but we sitting on a mill We ball out in the club wit our niggas staying trill We never wrote a check just them big face bills A player drinking Makers Marka, cranberry vodka Wearing a mink coat thats furry as Chewbacca I saw ya main girl and a player had to stop her Her name wasn't Silkk but her face was The Shocker The feds taking pictures of us balling but I got 'em A 7 footer hole for his body we gonna drop 'em We always on the grind we be watching when they watching And when they turn they back its the clucka-clucka-rock 'em yeah! [Chorus - Project Pat x2] 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'ma sho split it) Songtexte[DJ Paul] We got them tones in the club and them bulletproof vests Them three fifty seven titanium Smith-N-Wess And plus we deep as hell and prepared to bust You gonna have hell if you fuck wit us and thats whats up The whole club we maintain These hydrashock bullets mushroom in ya brain We in bed with the med we give 'em something to do Cause clown ass niggas love to act a fool [Crunchy Blac] My hood is real nigga my hood ain't fake My hood is home nigga everything straight My hood will rob you with mask on they face My hood will do it to put food on they 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 [Chorus - Project Pat x2] Aus Songtexte Mania