| JUXX, JUXX, JUXX
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| J-U-DOUBLE-X
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| I dont commit em I pen em`
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| It`s all murder
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| Flip `em on the grill til they done, they all burgers
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| Bars way brawlicker
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| Plus I got a style that could
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| Put you in a head lock
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| Then I let the leg rock
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| Hating on my lime light when they see me luminate
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| Fake can`t fathom so only the true relate
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| Never were the truer words spoken I gotta say
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| Dont make plans for tomorrow you gon' die today
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| Fucking with a jack boy
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| Listen to your back boy
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| Pussy you can bet your life on stack boy
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| Shots always close range cutting to the core
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| Shooting out your eyes when im nuttin on your whore
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| Dumping out some raw
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| Ammo from the auto mag
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| Infinite rounds of bullets up in my auto bag
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| Weak lines I dont write those
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| Whoever pose or expose I will strike those
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| Ayo it`s lights out whenever the darkness approach
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| Burn Rappers Down when I spark to the rope!
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| (Ruste Juxx)
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| This is not what you want
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| But imma give it to you anyway
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| This is not what you want
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| But imma give it to you anyway
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| (Mista E)
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| I know the the dirt very well
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| From Rocking pebble rock
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| Winnie in the coat
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| Trigger finger got the rifle cocked
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| I’m know grime when I see it
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| Some lie with it
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| When keeping real goes wrong
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| You die with it
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| Dudes selling dope but also get high with
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| Waking in the morning to find their supply missing
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| Death is always near everyday we live in fear
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| What we did yesterday can make us disappear
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| Known breddas getting riddled and missing next year
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| When they stabbed my donny Patrick it made me shed a tear
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| I’ve never had to buss coz flames will make u hear
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| But if I have to use it there’ll be exits through the rear
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| I’ve Always got the access but now my artillery
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| Is articulated with structure from a dictionary
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| I stay digging out the game like it’s in missionary
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| No need to cast spells coz I’m moving like a visionary
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| (Ruste Juxx)
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| This is not what you want
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| But imma give it to you anyway
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| This is not what you want
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| But imma give it to you anyway
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| (KG-Chi)
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| How you want it son?
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| Well done or really raw
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| KG a height-weight spitting out rhymes galore
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| Penetrate defenses jaw got caught connecting hooks
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| DTN collectively building with Ruste Juxx
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| Trust me stop, look and listen
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| Play your position
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| Stray too far from yellow brick road you might end up missing
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| MIA missing in action no reaction
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| Smoother than a criminal played by Michael Jackson
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| Moving through the underground like trains on tracks
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| Mista-E & KG-Chi we connect to make stacks
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| Turn out the lights take that
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| … ain’t no come backs
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| Wack MCs mumble and stumble around like blind bats
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| … Sonar frequencies won’t help ya
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| Your lost in the Pitch Black even Riddick can’t help ya
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| … Necromonger kid I keep what I kill
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| My sword stay sharp son because I keep what I build
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| (Ruste Juxx)
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| This is not what you want
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| But imma give it to you anyway
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| This is not what you want
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| But imma give it to you anyway |