Juice Part 1
[Juice]
Yo, yo, let's do it like this
Yo, yo, let's do it like this, yo, yo
To any n***a, I'm the one on the poster holdin' Janet
I might just be the dopest freestyle n***a on the planet
When I rock the mic, I bust it off like a gauge
I let this n***as know freestyles ain't from a page
They younger than models that be workin' for Calvin
Ask em' to freestyle: it's the stuff that's on they album
Well, I'mma tell em' somethin', it's time for gettin' noble-in
When I rock mics, my stuff is never written
I wish a n***a would try to come and test what I got
I put this microphone straight through his chest
I don't care where he from - from here to Connecticut
He get shredded with etiquette, subject and a predicate
Never let it get outta pocket when I rock it
MC Juice plugged in like, a mother-F'in socket
I don't even gotta cuss when I bust
Turn authors to ashes and MC's to dust
Who really think they want to get meticulous
And kick this ridiculous?
Rip microphone, you can't freestyle and it's conspicuous
When I freestyle I tell MC's they can't rock me
MC Juice is dope I bash his skull like I was Rocky
Somebody told me ever since my birth
I was the dopest n***a off of the top on planet earth
So, if any brother wanna bring it to the Wake Up
Bring yo' dice, bring Cognac so we can shake up
And have a good time like J.J. Evan
N***as are gay as Tevin, I take 'em out right at eleven o'clock
Battles n***as don't rock right
I get dirtier than pit bulls inside a cock fight
N***as think they dope
I cook they styles slow and steady like a crock-pot
They gettin' on my nerves like stupid n***as trying to cock block
And don't try to diss me, ya' whole style whiskey
I have a n***a tipsy like he just hung with Dizzie
Gillespie, Crunch em' like Nestle, Elvis Prestley
Shook his hips but couldn't get around, you don't impress me
So who's the next MC to try to flex
I'll rock microphones and always be havin' sex
And next time you wanna battle, we can do the constitution
And call my DJ for an F'in Revolution
Yo, yo, let's do it like this
Yo, yo, let's do it like this, yo, yo
To any n***a, I'm the one on the poster holdin' Janet
I might just be the dopest freestyle n***a on the planet
When I rock the mic, I bust it off like a gauge
I let this n***as know freestyles ain't from a page
They younger than models that be workin' for Calvin
Ask em' to freestyle: it's the stuff that's on they album
Well, I'mma tell em' somethin', it's time for gettin' noble-in
When I rock mics, my stuff is never written
I wish a n***a would try to come and test what I got
I put this microphone straight through his chest
I don't care where he from - from here to Connecticut
He get shredded with etiquette, subject and a predicate
Never let it get outta pocket when I rock it
MC Juice plugged in like, a mother-F'in socket
I don't even gotta cuss when I bust
Turn authors to ashes and MC's to dust
Who really think they want to get meticulous
And kick this ridiculous?
Rip microphone, you can't freestyle and it's conspicuous
When I freestyle I tell MC's they can't rock me
MC Juice is dope I bash his skull like I was Rocky
Somebody told me ever since my birth
I was the dopest n***a off of the top on planet earth
So, if any brother wanna bring it to the Wake Up
Bring yo' dice, bring Cognac so we can shake up
And have a good time like J.J. Evan
N***as are gay as Tevin, I take 'em out right at eleven o'clock
Battles n***as don't rock right
I get dirtier than pit bulls inside a cock fight
N***as think they dope
I cook they styles slow and steady like a crock-pot
They gettin' on my nerves like stupid n***as trying to cock block
And don't try to diss me, ya' whole style whiskey
I have a n***a tipsy like he just hung with Dizzie
Gillespie, Crunch em' like Nestle, Elvis Prestley
Shook his hips but couldn't get around, you don't impress me
So who's the next MC to try to flex
I'll rock microphones and always be havin' sex
And next time you wanna battle, we can do the constitution
And call my DJ for an F'in Revolution