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OJ da Juiceman


[Intro: OJ Da Juiceman]
Just another day on the Bouldercrest turf
Just around the corner, young n*gga got murked
Talking all that sh*t, now his face is on a shirt
If you run up on me wrong, I'ma shoot you like I'm Dirk

[Chorus: OJ Da Juiceman]
Just another day on the Bouldercrest turf
Just around the corner, young n*gga got murked
Talking all that sh*t, now his face is on a shirt
If you run up on me wrong, I'ma shoot you like I'm Dirk
Bang (6x), I'ma shoot you like I'm Dirk
Bang (6x), I'ma shoot you like I'm Dirk, n*gga

[Verse 1: OJ Da Juiceman]
Time to do a drill, I don't need no pill
All a n*gga need stolen car and some shells
Dancing with the Devil, 'bout to send your ass to hell
Glock 27, long extendo for my clip
Bandana and a donkey, Cinnabon drum for my stick
When that skrrt hit the corner, boy I'm down with the sh*t
When that windows come down, left his pants full of sh*t
Now his momma wanna cry 'cause she raised a li'l b*tch
Put that n*gga on a shirt, may that pus*y rest in p*ss
While I'm still getting money out here flipping these bricks
Blowing gas in the kitchen while I activate my wrist (Gas)
Drinking up the lean, pouring up the Actavis (Aye!)
[Chorus: OJ Da Juiceman]
Just another day on the Bouldercrest turf
Just around the corner, young n*gga got murked
Talking all that sh*t, now his face is on a shirt
If you run up on me wrong, I'ma shoot you like I'm Dirk
Bang (6x), I'ma shoot you like I'm Dirk
Bang (6x), I'ma shoot you like I'm Dirk, n*gga

[Verse 2: Yung Tank]
[?] I ain't even gotta c*ck
Boy you better that I'm with the sh*ts (Ask about it)
White girl say she love my Glock
'Cause that b*tch got a big black di*k
n*gga talking sh*t but it's down on the low
Talking amongst each other, yeah they thought we ain't know
But when we run into 'em, n*gga there's no problems
Juiceman, Bouldercrest, f*ck n*gga, not one
Shoot up a whole apartment complex and you don't hit sh*t but a little girl
That's like me shooting up a whole park, b*tch and don't hit sh*t but a motherf*cking squirrel
Try to play Juice out the zip for 500
Talking 'bout you killed some, b*tch you ain't killed nothing
All [?] set [?] book
f*ck n*gga, you a dumb ass crook
.44 Bulldog in the b*tch car, silencer on the strap but the 20 is a loss like
Boy, hit you long way like Dirk, hoe
Glock 18 go bang like Kirko
Just made 6100 off a bag of gas
Juice made 30 bands off a half a brick
sh*t, we really up 30, b*tch
[Chorus: OJ Da Juiceman]
Just another day on the Bouldercrest turf
Just around the corner, young n*gga got murked
Talking all that sh*t, now his face is on a shirt
If you run up on me wrong, I'ma shoot you like I'm Dirk
Bang (6x), I'ma shoot you like I'm Dirk
Bang (6x), I'ma shoot you like I'm Dirk, n*gga
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