Juice - For My Writers lyrics

(Juice) (B-Girl?) Uh J-U (B-girl in the house) Hey this goes out to all my writers in the house tonight...aight (You ladies too) Hey ya'll keep it tight (Keep writin') Keep learnin' how to right (That's right) Can't stop us...one nation..uh! (Verse 1) First I was born in America Made in a factory I been cloned and there's a million others comin' after me And once I'm put in the hands of the right person My ink gets incrested on property to cursin' Since birth I was capped and sealed inside a package And business people tend to use me more than even rappers Now I'm at your local drug store Office Depot Waitin' to get barred or stole by all my people As soon as I'm purchased I begin to get excited Simple scripture intricate I help my own to write it My makers they found a thousand ways to improve me And once I'm in your paper its hard to remove me I come in every color scheme that's in the rainbow But black is most used that's just how the game goes I'm at my best when my owner is obsessed with fame Skinny or fat I'm all that and can you guess my name? (Juice) Hey yo this is for my writers my real graffiti writers Pump ya' fist in the air throw up ya' lighters We all got a little B-boy livin' inside us So this is for my real graffiti writers (B-Girl?) This for my writers my real graffiti writers Pump ya' fist in the air throw up ya' lighters We all got a little B-girl livin' inside us So this is for my writers, my writers, my writers (Verse 2) And all ya'll wanna know why I'm so tough you ask Cuz' I'm permanent and sharp enough to cut through gla** I'm sharp enough to cut the blunt you use to puff indo I'm the reason you can barely see out your bus window Whether you peace in the East or fresh in the West Go to school and you can see my influence on ya' desk At most schools I'm barred for being hardcore But your art teacher uses me to cut his cardboard Markers and pens they cool but isn't for me Cuz' when I do my thing it's a whole different story Spray paint and markers yeah they all the way live But when they get removed only what's scribed will survive Cops catch you with me and you'll get the same heat And I help my owners rep it from clubs to train seats I wont tell you I'm a stencil I'll let you pencil it in Cuz' that gla** is all I'm ever really interested in (Juice) Hey yo this is for my writers my real graffiti writers Pump ya'll fist in the air throw up ya' lighters We all got a little B-boy livin' inside us So this is for my real graffiti writers (Yo) (B-Girl?) This for my writers my real graffiti writers Pump ya' fist in the air throw up ya' lighters We all got a little B-girl livin' inside us So this is for my writers, my writers, my writers (Verse 3) Hey yo last but not least I'm like a gun in ya' hand I spit venom all day and I come in a can I'm hip hop to the bone like the rhymes and the beats And I'm always under pressure 'til the time of release I leave in bloody where I'm aiming to Have him raining blue-green or red I spit heat twice and plus I'm flammable For hip hoppers I'm what's sprayed most next to the lead For the gangsters I'm how they show respect for they dead I'm sold in over six million forty five places In the hood I'm always used to immortalize faces I'm culture pride from backpacks to nap-sacks And when I'm done right all the work I do is that phat So whether you the best or you gonna be the tightest This is for my writers my real graffiti writers Just hold ya' hand steady and whatever the day Shake me up a couple times and then I'm ready to spray (Juice) Hey yo this is for my writers my real graffiti writers Pump ya'll fist in the air throw up ya' lighters We all got a little B-boy livin' inside us So this is for my real graffiti writers (Yo) (B-Girl?) This for my writers my real graffiti writers Pump ya' fist in the air throw up ya' lighters We all got a little B-girl livin' inside us So this is for my writers, my writers, my writers (Juice) Hey yo this is for my writers my real graffiti writers Pump ya'll fist in the air throw up ya' lighters We all got a little B-boy livin' inside us So this is for my real graffiti writers (Yo) (B-Girl?) This for my writers my real graffiti writers Pump ya' fist in the air throw up ya' lighters We all got a little B-girl livin' inside us So this is for my writers, my writers, my writers