I Got the Juice lyrics

by

Swizz Beatz


[Verse 1]
Rather eat crumbs with bums 'fore I split my steak with you snake ass n*ggas
I rather stay down with my day ones 'fore I come around you fake ass n*ggas
I rather have a broke real b*tch 'fore I ever deal with y'all fake ass b*tches
And I ain't with the flooding on the 'gram I don't really f*ck with you, don't take my picture n*gga
Posted on the corner with a 40 on my hip, Godzilla
We was getting to it when they hit my n*gga Dean, that's when sh*t got realer
I was on the Southside really outside got guns got killers
Started from the bottom of the bottom now its bottles popping in the sky villa
Catch a body, be about it
I'm from where you couldn't talk you ain't be about it
I ain't really with the talkin', let's be G about it
When we catch you n*ggas slipping we gon' see about it
And these n*ggas get to talking like they know me
Finna turn me to the old me
Should've listened to my momma when she told me
Now these b*tches throwing pus*y cause they owe me

[Chorus]
I got the juice, n*gga I got the juice
n*gga I got the juice when I hop out the coupe
When I hop out the coupe
Real n*ggas I'mma salute
Cause I got the juice, I got the juice
n*gga I got the juice, she popping pus*y
Like I'm Uncle Luke
Cause I got the juice
[Verse 2]
Counting million dollars gon' f*ck something
Put an eight up in my Phantom I don't want none
n*gga looking I don't tuck nothing
My n*gga Ernie got thirty trying to slump something
I make the call to Arizona and the truck coming
Yeah, Papi, come dump somethin'
Bust them up we don't tuck nothing
Take a bird to the table we don't front nothing
I'm a north n*gga at the end of the day
Gun butt a n*gga with the end of the K
Kick you in your ass and send you away
Don't come around here like your n*ggas are safe
Cause all my hittas going bllllrrrt stick 'em
f*ck if you with 'em
Its money and murder if you f*ck with my n*ggas
You come to my city I f*cked all them b*tches
I f*cked all them b*tches cause

[Chorus]
I got the juice, n*gga I got the juice
n*gga I got the juice when I hop out the coupe
When I hop out the coupe
Real n*ggas I'mma salute
Cause I got the juice, I got the juice
n*gga I got the juice, she popping pus*y
Like I'm Uncle Luke
Cause I got the juice
[Verse 3]
All she ever wanted was a trap n*gga
Every time you ever saw me I was strapped n*gga
Getting blunted in the back n*gga
No this ain't a 550, this a Bach, n*gga
n*gga prolly spend your car money on that act n*gga
Couple bands, 5 racks n*gga
You call it beefin' when you '@' n*ggas
We call it beefin' when we clap n*ggas

[Outro]
I got the juice, n*gga I got the juice
n*gga I got the juice when I hop out the coupe
When I hop out the coupe
Real n*ggas I'mma salute
Cause I got the juice, I got the juice
n*gga I got the juice
Load up the chopper screaming R.I.P. Snupe
Bout to pop out the roof cause I got the juice
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