Juice WRLD
The Flowhalla Cypher | DragonFlow Z Soundtrack
[Intro: DMX]
Yeah, don't get it twisted
This rap shit is mine
Fuck what you heard
It's what you hearin' (It's what you hearin')

[Verse 1: DMX]
X gon' give it to ya (What?)
Fuck waitin' for you to get it on your own, X gon' deliver to ya (Uh)
Knock-knock, open up the door, it's real
With the non-stop pop-pop from stainless steel
Break bread with the enemy (What?)
No matter how many cats I break bread with, I'll break who you sendin' me (Huh)
They don't know who we be, lookin'
But they don't know who they see

[Verse 2: Nippsey Hussle]
'Bout to cross over like Hot Sauce
On this gutter shit, I never hopped off
Nothin' can save us and we realizеd it
We knew the outcomе and we still tried it
That south central state of mind I'm in the field logic
Broken culture that we all lost n***as in
Elevated innovation over ignorance (ignorance)
Go flourish, double back and come and get your n***as
Ain't nothing realer
[Verse 2: Juice WRLD]
On these beats, I feel like I'm a murderer
Who are these n***as? Who are y'all, never heard of 'em
Ion really got no time for the chit-chat, bitch get back
This choppa break pussies in half
I do me all night and all day, dawg
Run up on me, then that choppa gon' spray, dawg
On infinity, shootin' up yo' vincinity
I got Duff Clinton, lil' money like my name Hillary
Man, I'm the best
Man, I'm a rebel
Billy Idol in my earphones, I'm a devil
I'm the best to ever do it
Fuck with me, I'll hit you in your face, you leakin' body fluids

[Verse 3: Pop Smoke]
I get to drillin', I'm sittin', I'm killin'
I'm sinnin' if I get the feelin'
I call Trav Woo, I bet he clap twos
Sip Remy like he Papoose
Have him stay still like a statue
Have him inked in like a tattoo
If I run down, he a goner
Headshot, no warnin'
It's a man down when it's pourin'
Gang spin early morning
I don't get mad, I get money
[Verse 4: DMX]
And it ain't even about the dough
It's about gettin' down for what you stand for
I'm gettin' down (Down) like a n***a said "Freeze" (Uh)
But won't be the one endin' up on his knees
Bitch please, (Come on) if the only thing you cats did
Was came out to play, stay out my way, motherfucker
First, we gonna rock, then we gonna roll
Then we let it pop, go, let it go (What)
X gon' give it to ya (Uh), he gon' give it to ya
X gon' give it to ya, he gon' give it to ya
First, we gonna rock, then we gonna roll
Then we let it pop, go, let it go

[Verse 5: King Von]
Nah! Bitch I get busy with choppers and glizzies
I'm ridin' through the city this Glock got no safety
Keep that bitch with me so please do not tempt me
I squeeze 'til it's empty, you thinkin' you crazy
How you gon' war with a god, a beast?
You don't need guns, you need heart, you weak (Weak)
Boy, we will dust your ass off, we're sweepin'
You don't want smoke with my squad, you tweakin' (Tweakin')
Tell them n***as they don't want a war with us (Nah)
They don't want a war with us
Nah, tell them n***as they don't want a war with us (Nah)
[Verse 5: 2Pac]
First off, fuck your bitch and the clique you claim
Westside when we ride, come equipped with game
We keep on comin' while we runnin' for your jewels
Steady gunnin', keep on bustin' at them fools, you know the rules
I'll let them n***as know it's on for life
Don't let the Westside ride tonight (Ha ha)
Who shot me? But you punks didn't finish
Now you 'bout to feel the wrath of a menace
N***a, I hit 'em up!

[Verse 6: Juice Wrld]
I don't got time for snakes, no time for rats
I'm smoking pack, I'm selling crack, bring it back
Run up on me, cool, that chopper on me get you clapped
Matter of fact, I don't know how to act
I'm a real-ass n***a, drill-ass n***a
Go-and-pop-a-pill-ass n***a
If you don't kill the motherfucker, fuck it, I will
You better start writing your will, for real

[Verse 7: The Notorious B.I.G.]
I'm dangerous
Crazier than a bag of fuckin' angel dust
When I bust my gat, motherfuckers
Quick to leave you in a coffin for slick talkin
I'm rippin' MCs from Tallahassee to Compton
Biggie Smalls on a higher plane
N***as say I'm strange because I put the 12 gauge to your brain
One in the chamber, thirty-two in the clip
Motherfuckers better strip, baka! baka! baka!
You're talking to the robbery expert
Stepping to your wake with your blood on my shirt
Don't be a jerk and get smoked over being resistant
Cause when I lick shots the shits is persistent

[Verse 8: XXXTENTACIAON]
Murder these flows like I murder these ho ass n***as
Where the fuck is your energy, bro?
Make your n***a deepthroat a Desert Eagle
If he try me like a ho, pussy boy, that's on my soul
Make my flow shapeshift, cold expression like a facelift
At the publix with like eight grips if you talkin' all that ape shit
Travelin' through the infinity, uh
You not that n***a, pretend to be, uh
All that bullshit do not get to me, uh
I am a spirit, an entity, uh
You pussy ass n***as fuckin' suck, you sound the same
I spit the pain, that's why these young n***as feel the same
They know I bang, I'll pull a fuckin' pistol out the Range and act i
Insane

[Verse 9: 2Pac]
They got me mobbin' like I'm loc'ed, and ready to get my slug on
I load my clip and slip my motherfuckin' gloves on
I ain't scared to blast on these suckas if they test me
Trust – I got my Glock cocked, playa, if they press me
Bust – on motherfuckers with a passion
Better duck, ‘cause I ain't lookin' when I'm blastin'
I'm a nut and drinkin' Hennessy
And gettin' high, on the lookout for my enemies
Don't wanna die, tell me why?