Juice - Raise it Up lyrics

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Juice - Raise it Up lyrics

[Juice] Super lyrical, n***a, juice a miracle Fans say "we love you, we so used to hearing you" Flow boost the spiritual, more proof I'm tearing you Vocal booth imperial, I'm so used to stereos Bumping and banging, no truce, I'll bury ya Dumping and slanging, my flow's loose, America Flow nuke the area, hoes juke in various Places if she s** dick, no crew could marry her Whole crew preparin ta, blow through the area French teacher like "merci beaucoup" preparing us No crew is near to us, no dude compared to us Conglom, those dudes are so rude and arrogant S'yeah, we got it mastered, most crews experiment Local derelict, dawg, both crews I'm there with it Beef is generational, most dudes inherit it In the name of allah, I'll smoke you in arabic [Hook] So when you see me, get your hands up Raise 'em high (sung) And I don't wanna have to f** your mans up He will die (sung) What you gonna do in them big rims? Pa** you by (sung) n***a, conglomerate is hear now, n***as better bow down We got enough guns to hold down a whole town Who's original? who's the criminal? Fools'll finish you, these tools'll injure you Three stars, I'm close to a general Here's another lethal dose, new material Compared to the hundred spokes (??), dude I'm grillin you You ain't hot cause most dudes are feeling you Most dudes are willing to go through the ritual Act like they luh you, they so close to k**ing you Ten n***as step? I'm slow-roasting ten of you Yellow tape, I'll let po-po host the interview Yo' toast is minimal, go for broke continual You already know the deal, po' folks are criminals Froze wrote perennials, rope sloped the genitals Fo-fos'll finish you, no hoes to visit you Both folks permitted to hope clothes are fitting you Face down, eyes are both closed, it's pitiful [Hook] [Juice] Sick flows are clinical, most flows are suitable Some hoes are miserable, these hoes are beautiful I got two b**hes with dope toes and cuticles Both hoes recruitable, both hoes will shoot at you Heard your last record, it's so-so as usual It ain't the same J-U, I know the flow confusing you It's all for the money, we both chose the root of all evil n***a, it's a crazy world It's hard to be on top, cause those fools will ruin you Most crews are viewing you, most fools pursuing you f** rap, we all broke through with pharmaceuticals Keep the toast too, gun in my palm will shoot at you Flows are one-a-day, they damn close to chewable What you gonna do when the east coast is through with you? Down south is hating you, west coast is booing you Die, muthaf**a, I'm this close to doing you Sheeit, I'll put two in you...

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