| JuJu
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| Nore
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| Fat Joe
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| Tony Touch
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| Joe Crack 'the don'
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| Top of the world, we ain’t gonna stop till you earl
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| Got you sick when you heard the kid was rocking your girl
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| Make you nauseus, glide through your block in twin porshes
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| Of course is the ladies love joe cause he’s gorgeous
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| Recognize the king, the livest team
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| If I ever do time I prolly die in da bin
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| Turn the one year stress 'til like 30 to life
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| Same day I came home I’ll probabbly murder my wife
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| Look at them guys, they all look shook and surprise
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| I dont know why I wrote the book on how to be live
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| When the shit goes down, be the last man standing
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| Can’t beat them then join them, even though you can’t stand them
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| It’s the nigga that you love to hate
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| Ain’t nothing change but the women and the living is great
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| Nowadays they got a pen and a K
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| I don’t fly but keep a plane close by in case
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| Yeah… Shit!
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| You know how we do
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| Capicu
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| Sent a few to ICU
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| The whole clique rock steady like Motley Crue
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| And ya’ll shit starting to look sloppy too
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| Vamonos, them falling like dominos
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| Them Zanganos, Toca cantalo
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| I bang out with the classic rhyming flow
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| To lock it down «TOMA», where you trying to go
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| I’m dyin to grow
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| Word let me speak my mind
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| Cause see alot of your herbs thought I reached my prime
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| But I came in the game with a unique design
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| It’s made up with only dope beats and rhymes
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| Puerto Rock, it this mic on or wut
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| So I can rep my peoples that’s on the block
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| Cognac on the rocks, haters want to know when it’s goin to stop
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| Till we on the top… What!
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| Beat stops
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| Salsa beat starts
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| Regular beat starts
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| Ayyo… it go
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| Esta Loca, tony toca
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| We been boning bitches in they mothafucking chocha
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| This is the audience, I’m the lyricist
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| Sucks how this suckers in the crowd want to hear this
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| ???,??? |
| and none of them in they case
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| I’m free as a bird and to fly out on stage
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| I’m not here for no frontin just to say a little something
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| This suckers don’t like me cause I’m all about dumping
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| Shotgun pumping, ripping you up
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| I’m like Dru Hill now how I’m splitting you up
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| See I’m the founder god plus I’m half latino
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| See me in Miami eating fish wit my hijo
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| I’m chilling wit my uncle my fault I mean tio
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| Kidnap niggas making them sniff a whole kilo
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| So what now, I heard you niggas want buck now
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| Caught you without a gun, you niggas ain’t tough now
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| What’s going on niggas? |
| It’s real
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| 50 mm people eater, God Ju, kneel
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| Fuck you nigga how you feel
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| You’re fragile like Ally McBeal
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| Snap you in half, what the fuck is the deal
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| Junkyard ain’t no lyin to me, if you lie than you dyin with me
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| Burning in hell, nigga frying with me
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| And I dont want nobody cryin for me
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| I want a thousand rounds in the air flying for me
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| Cah, Cah, Cah, Cah, Cah
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| So smell the gun powder
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| Living in a place you couldn’t get the fuck outta
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| The Horror, niggas you know your whole life tryin to kill you
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| Can’t even control your own wife, keep movin
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| Stayin in ground I ain’t losing
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| Life is the deadly decision I keep choosing
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| Been like a battle out of hell
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| For every nigga sitting up in a cell
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| Keep it funky till we all outta jail |