| Juxx’s write rhymes like every day
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| Rapping at buck town USA
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| Got guns, that’s what it says on my black T
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| Clapping at the cops when they trynna come axe me
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| Homicide is like breathing in my hood
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| Killing, robbing, straight thieving in my hood
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| Blood thirst, throw your body in a black hearse
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| Crown heights, niggas wild, we react worse
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| Killer cartel entertainment production
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| I ain’t made the beat, I’m just known for corruption
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| Expressing my imperialism, Ruste Juxx, all I do is spark mad izm
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| Haze in my lungs while I’m blazing the drums
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| Shooting niggas, I ain’t just raising my gun
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| Subterranean flow, this underground rap shit
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| Pu-pu-pu-buck
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| When that four pound clap
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| Train wreck in my blunt, Ciroc on deck
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| Niggas act stupid, I’ma flame that tech
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| Like murder, you can get bodied over here
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| Like murder, nigga, you can get bodied over here
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| Train wreck in my blunt, Ciroc on deck
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| Niggas act stupid, I’ma flame that tech
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| Like murder, you can get bodied over here
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| Like murder, nigga, you can get bodied over here
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| Big time Juxx, I’m the mastermind
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| Body fake rappers just to pass the time
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| I don’t got kilos, but I’ll take yours
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| Never found guilty, but I break laws
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| Overpower the masses, I tell ‘em what they want
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| Then I take money, money, money and straight stunt
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| I drop a single with a sell like hot cakes
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| Might bust a bottle on top of a cop face
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| Earned my respect, real niggas recognize me
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| That’s why my pussy enemies still despise me
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| Creeping with a hammer on me, about to bang out
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| Two bodies drop when them shots rang out
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| Witnesses none, so no court cases
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| Victory after victory, I’m pulling out aces
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| We keep it grimey
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| Train wreck in my blunt, Ciroc on deck
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| Niggas act stupid, I’ma flame that tech
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| Like murder, you can get bodied over here
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| Like murder, nigga, you can get bodied over here
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| Train wreck in my blunt, Ciroc on deck
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| Niggas act stupid, I’ma flame that tech
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| Like murder, you can get bodied over here
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| Like murder, nigga, you can get bodied over here
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| Train wreck in my blunt
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| Take these words home and think it through
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| Uh, shit
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| We keep it grimey
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| I’m the last motherfucker that you ever wanna fuck with
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| We locked the whole block down
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| Take these words home and think it through
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| We keep it grimey
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| Uh, shit |