| Uh J-U
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| (B-girl in the house)
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| Hey this goes out to all my writers in the house tonight… aight
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| (You ladies too)
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| Hey ya’ll keep it tight
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| (Keep writin')
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| Keep learnin' how to right
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| (That's right)
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| Can’t stop us… one nation. |
| uh!
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| First I was born in America
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| Made in a factory
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| I been cloned and there’s a million others comin' after me
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| And once I’m put in the hands of the right person
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| My ink gets incrested on property to cursin'
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| Since birth I was capped and sealed inside a package
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| And business people tend to use me more than even rappers
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| Now I’m at your local drug store Office Depot
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| Waitin' to get barred or stole by all my people
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| As soon as I’m purchased I begin to get excited
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| Simple scripture intricate I help my own to write it
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| My makers they found a thousand ways to improve me
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| And once I’m in your paper its hard to remove me
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| I come in every color scheme that’s in the rainbow
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| But black is most used that’s just how the game goes
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| I’m at my best when my owner is obsessed with fame
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| Skinny or fat I’m all that and can you guess my name?
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| Hey yo this is for my writers my real graffiti writers
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| Pump ya' fist in the air throw up ya' lighters
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| We all got a little B-boy livin' inside us
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| So this is for my real graffiti writers
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| This for my writers my real graffiti writers
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| Pump ya' fist in the air throw up ya' lighters
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| We all got a little B-girl livin' inside us
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| So this is for my writers, my writers, my writers
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| And all ya’ll wanna know why I’m so tough you ask
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| Cuz' I’m permanent and sharp enough to cut through glass
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| I’m sharp enough to cut the blunt you use to puff indo
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| I’m the reason you can barely see out your bus window
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| Whether you peace in the East or fresh in the West
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| Go to school and you can see my influence on ya' desk
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| At most schools I’m barred for being hardcore
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| But your art teacher uses me to cut his cardboard
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| Markers and pens they cool but isn’t for me
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| Cuz' when I do my thing it’s a whole different story
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| Spray paint and markers yeah they all the way live
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| But when they get removed only what’s scribed will survive
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| Cops catch you with me and you’ll get the same heat
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| And I help my owners rep it from clubs to train seats
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| I won’t tell you I’m a stencil I’ll let you pencil it in
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| Cuz' that glass is all I’m ever really interested in
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| Hey yo this is for my writers my real graffiti writers
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| Pump ya’ll fist in the air throw up ya' lighters
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| We all got a little B-boy livin' inside us
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| So this is for my real graffiti writers (Yo)
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| This for my writers my real graffiti writers
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| Pump ya' fist in the air throw up ya' lighters
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| We all got a little B-girl livin' inside us
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| So this is for my writers, my writers, my writers
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| Hey yo last but not least I’m like a gun in ya' hand
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| I spit venom all day and I come in a can
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| I’m hip hop to the bone like the rhymes and the beats
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| And I’m always under pressure 'til the time of release
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| I leave in bloody where I’m aiming to
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| Have him raining blue-green or red
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| I spit heat twice and plus I’m flammable
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| For hip hoppers I’m what’s sprayed most next to the lead
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| For the gangsters I’m how they show respect for they dead
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| I’m sold in over six million forty five places
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| In the hood I’m always used to immortalize faces
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| I’m culture pride from backpacks to nap-sacks
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| And when I’m done right all the work I do is that phat
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| So whether you the best or you gonna be the tightest
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| This is for my writers my real graffiti writers
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| Just hold ya' hand steady and whatever the day
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| Shake me up a couple times and then I’m ready to spray
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| Hey yo this is for my writers my real graffiti writers
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| Pump ya’ll fist in the air throw up ya' lighters
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| We all got a little B-boy livin' inside us
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| So this is for my real graffiti writers (Yo)
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| This for my writers my real graffiti writers
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| Pump ya' fist in the air throw up ya' lighters
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| We all got a little B-girl livin' inside us
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| So this is for my writers, my writers, my writers
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| Hey yo this is for my writers my real graffiti writers
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| Pump ya’ll fist in the air throw up ya' lighters
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| We all got a little B-boy livin' inside us
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| So this is for my real graffiti writers (Yo)
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| This for my writers my real graffiti writers
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| Pump ya' fist in the air throw up ya' lighters
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| We all got a little B-girl livin' inside us
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| So this is for my writers, my writers, my writers |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song For My Writers , by - Juice. Song from the album In the Trenches / For My Writers, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп