Nasty C - Juice Back lyrics

[Hook: Nasty C] Man man man you should hate yourself Look in to a mirror n***a rate yourself Look at the sh** that we doing, motivate yourself Brace yourself I done got ma motherf**ing juice back (yeah) I done got ma motherf**ing juice back (I Got Ma Juice) I done got ma juice back I done got ma motherf**ing juice back Motherf**ing. Juice, juice, juice juice juice, juice, juice Ok juice [Verse 1:Nasty C] Back in the game like it twister my n***a Right on the spot like its twister my n***a, get it I been under pressure lately, a bit too much to make a diamond If its estimated,a bit too much to weigh the music and the school sh** And it all because I try to balance both, like I have to make it I need a lot of hate for the stress, I give out a lot of babies everyday She blowing up my phone with the text, like she think she got a baby on the way I tried to tell her to get rid of it, but all she do is call me ignorant We always fighting over some little sh**, I'm cold heart, I'm evil I'm inconsiderate, and I'll be god damned, I can't worry bout pampas The weight on my shoulders is just enough damage, I dropped a hell of a tape Took a break, now I'm working on something to match it Me that rude boy name major is major, that happens when talent is natural I got my juice and its time I say something to these rappers Something to these rappers [Hook: Nasty C] [Verse 2:Nasty C] I drop that price city mixtape, and then a n***a went silent I did way to many n***as a solid, when bea told me she feeling noshes I prayed to god and he responded I been feeling way way way way up Getting cake, but I only show them the cookie jar, working in private I never bothered nobody but, I still wish a n***a would up on a shooting star n***a You drop one song that they don't f** wit and they gone hate you Them n***as ain't fam to me, if that blunt ain't thicker then yellow pages f** it I'll bleed out an ocean, my n***a humble until you provoking My little n***a stronger man this is what I told them The gra** is only greener, when you smoking, n***a, so I be where the garden at Had you check my pockets and they feeling like a parliament, pardon that But when you buzzing look at how they try to call you back And the real ones that with you won't run, who ever's there now Should have been there from one, some will ride with you, and some will ride on you, What goes around, comes back around like a blunt, n***a [Hook: Nasty C]