Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Over Here, artist - Ruste Juxx. Album song International Juxx, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хопDate of issue: 21.09.2017
Record label: Ruste Juxx
Song language: English
Over Here |
| Juxx’s write rhymes like every day |
| Rapping at buck town USA |
| Got guns, that’s what it says on my black T |
| Clapping at the cops when they trynna come axe me |
| Homicide is like breathing in my hood |
| Killing, robbing, straight thieving in my hood |
| Blood thirst, throw your body in a black hearse |
| Crown heights, niggas wild, we react worse |
| Killer cartel entertainment production |
| I ain’t made the beat, I’m just known for corruption |
| Expressing my imperialism, Ruste Juxx, all I do is spark mad izm |
| Haze in my lungs while I’m blazing the drums |
| Shooting niggas, I ain’t just raising my gun |
| Subterranean flow, this underground rap shit |
| Pu-pu-pu-buck |
| When that four pound clap |
| Train wreck in my blunt, Ciroc on deck |
| Niggas act stupid, I’ma flame that tech |
| Like murder, you can get bodied over here |
| Like murder, nigga, you can get bodied over here |
| Train wreck in my blunt, Ciroc on deck |
| Niggas act stupid, I’ma flame that tech |
| Like murder, you can get bodied over here |
| Like murder, nigga, you can get bodied over here |
| Big time Juxx, I’m the mastermind |
| Body fake rappers just to pass the time |
| I don’t got kilos, but I’ll take yours |
| Never found guilty, but I break laws |
| Overpower the masses, I tell ‘em what they want |
| Then I take money, money, money and straight stunt |
| I drop a single with a sell like hot cakes |
| Might bust a bottle on top of a cop face |
| Earned my respect, real niggas recognize me |
| That’s why my pussy enemies still despise me |
| Creeping with a hammer on me, about to bang out |
| Two bodies drop when them shots rang out |
| Witnesses none, so no court cases |
| Victory after victory, I’m pulling out aces |
| We keep it grimey |
| Train wreck in my blunt, Ciroc on deck |
| Niggas act stupid, I’ma flame that tech |
| Like murder, you can get bodied over here |
| Like murder, nigga, you can get bodied over here |
| Train wreck in my blunt, Ciroc on deck |
| Niggas act stupid, I’ma flame that tech |
| Like murder, you can get bodied over here |
| Like murder, nigga, you can get bodied over here |
| Train wreck in my blunt |
| Take these words home and think it through |
| Uh, shit |
| We keep it grimey |
| I’m the last motherfucker that you ever wanna fuck with |
| We locked the whole block down |
| Take these words home and think it through |
| We keep it grimey |
| Uh, shit |