| JuJu:
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| It’s the crook with the shit little cords and mass danger
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| Torturing crew like Jews in gas chambers
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| Danger the angel of death street smart lyric arranger
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| Complicated my style change I get stranger
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| Freak flows let opponents know
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| That I combat the stats and defeat the foes
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| Gots to get money kid you know how it goes
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| And I’m still livin’fowl even stickin’up hoes
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| Psycho Les:
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| Equipped with the Beatnuts funk
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| Ain’t another brother kickin’phat beats with spunk
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| Duck tried to test me but his ass flunked
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| I rolled him in some Bambu and threw him right in my truck punk
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| I told you once and I won’t tell you twice
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| I freak the stunks and I won’t pay the price
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| For stickin’in hun paradise cause it’s all good
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| I know you wish you could
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| Hook (x8)
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| Fashion aka Al Tariq:
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| You got the brews but the cool is just save ya Down and just daze ya, Beatnuts wanna blaze ya Raise ya give you junky juice that was major
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| (And you don’t stop) comin’from the soul
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| cause the heart is the funk spot
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| Diggin’through shit that I found out in the park lot
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| Talk not, bustin’crazy shots at the don’t squeeze
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| Ju come down spray these niggas with the funk please
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| JuJu:
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| Somebody said you were looking for static G Those who try to play me close could die tragically
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| I got a merciless flow that’s infatically fatal
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| That attacks the brain automatically
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| Unleasing lyrical wrath to leave you open
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| Crew that choose to bite might find yourself toking
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| Dirty alone I never do what the pope says
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| I’m tryin’to get money like Felipe Lopez
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| Hook
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| Psycho Les:
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| With a 1−2-3, 3 and 2−1 only type? |
| preacher could be this nun
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| Hun don’t it sound sweet to the drum?
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| Drum trip as I flip till it’s done
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| Son act like you recognize dad
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| Run to poppa come get what you never had
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| I’m (superbad) and ducks get mad cause it’s all good
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| I know you wish you could (get funky)
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| Fashion aka Al Tariq:
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| We got you wanna more puff from the Nut
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| Go on take a hit from my shit but it’s a rough one
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| Bust one, remeber what they said never trust one
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| Use to be two in the crew now it’s plus one
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| I kick that old cool style got ya fiendin'
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| Blowin’ya mind just like that red light beepin'
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| I’m a get buck a blast a shot in ya eye
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| Make way motherfucks it’s the real superfly |