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(feat. Willie Stubz) Magnum! [Juju] My glock will make the whole fucking block rumble Y'all niggaz need to watch who you approach in this jungle See I ain't even got a pot to piss, watchin you homo niggaz pop that Crys Drop by me hangin out that rich See if a nigga don't chop it off Y'all niggaz talk too much shit, y'all need to knock it off Catch your mom comin off of the train Put an ice-pick in the back of her brain, its that plain I want everything or nothing at all Give your (smash) a whatcha-ma-call I give love when I shop at the mall They always at your throat or down at your feet Always actin like something is sweet You don't know me homey I'm lifeless, always gettin caught in a crisis The only way out now is to write this Everybody kiss my ass, cause I'm only flying business class So if you can't afford it nigga, don't ask If it ain't Psycho, its Juju, and if it ain't Juju it's Psycho Who's comin' wit tha shit now! SongtexteIf it ain't Juju, its Psycho, and if it ain't Psycho it's Juju Who's comin' wit tha shit now! [Psycho Les] Ayo, niggaz wanna ban me like dice play So I grab my nuts and tell 'em have a nice day They wanna hate on me all day, talk shit like its okay And my reply is no way Jose You poppin so much 'dro I'm bout to say olay We drop the illest joints, that gets no play All these industry cats, can't stop the funk So hit the deck when I turn this up and pop the trunk And circulate, the state, like a trolly-car And peep the party, people's hands up like volley-ball It's Big Psych, makin big money stacks Retaliate on you funny cats wit murder tracks Like if it ain't Psycho, its Juju, and if it ain't Juju it's Psycho Who's comin' wit tha shit now! If it ain't Juju, its Psycho, and if it ain't Psycho it's Juju Who's comin' wit tha shit now! [Willie Stubz] Head bob to the beat, put some rocks at your feet On the block with a fleet, bass rattles the concrete Spit heat like the summer, let it clap like thunder I'm always in and out of the hood, politicin what's good Let my pen write on paper, party in the skyscraper Who's the amazing, Willie Stubz blazin the hazin Hot like the mutha fuckin hell that I be raising Pimp shorty short be like please don't deport me My life story's well, I'm just out to get the glory Three heavy-weights, on the tripple-beam Its seems don't every pre-judge They finally decompose in the mud Willie Stubz and Beatnuts, Beatnuts and Willie Stubz Hoping for the new shit, exclusive we bombin Killer instincts alarming now who the fuck you harming We formin like the five boroughs, this joints thorough Officials that's why we gonna shine like crystal (bling) You requested it, so we rewind Who's comin' wit tha shit now! [repeated] Aus Songtexte Mania