Uptown Anthem .......... Naughty By Nature

Juice (Know The Ledge) .......... Eric B. & Rakim

Is It Good To You .......... Teddy Riley / Tammy Lucas

Sex, Money And Murder .......... M.C. Pooh

Nuff' Respect .......... Big Daddy Kane

So You Want To Be A Gangster .......... Too Short

It's Going Down .......... EPMD

Don't Be Afraid .......... Aaron Hall

He's Gamin' On Ya' .......... Salt 'N Pepa

Shoot 'Em Up .......... Cypress Hill Crew

Flipside .......... Juvenile Committee

What Could Be Better Bitch .......... Son Of Bazerk

Does Your Man Know About Me .......... Rahiem

People Get Ready (remix) .......... The Brand New Heavies / N'Dea Davenport

Verse One: Treach

Hey, you could smoke a spliff with a cliff
But there's still no mountain hiiiigh enough, or wide enough to touch
The naughty nappy nasty nigga the nasty trashy hoe happy pappy
That's Happi to be Nappi
Me and Vin rock when spots hit flocks
and groups and troops with Timbo boots and jail suits
That's how I'm rollin my hair-do don't
Win I will I got wantin competition ain't dope
Beat ya break ya broke ya smoke ya take ya
Send you to your little group on mute, sooner or later
When wanna flip, tell em full semi half with a dip
And all that other Ringling Brothers shit
Sporty naughty hi bye greater than nature while I
shin slam the flim flim and then jam
You can run but you can't hide, you can't go far
No matter where you go, there you are

Chorus: repeat 2X

We gonna BREAK, we gonna BASH
We gonna ROLL, we gonna SMASH

Verse Two: Treach, Vinnie

Here we go yo
Hit a nigga kill a nigga will come back
See a sucker stretch a sucker guard your naps
Cussin wasn't nothin til a black man rapped
See a forty suck a forty guess who's back

You're chillin with a Teddy fillin villian
Steppin to the puny puddy punks catchin fillings
I hit so many guts, call me gutter, I'm the bread and butter
punk motherfucker I'll cut up, workin from the gut up
Brand new steady, heavy as a Chevy
Ready for the piddy peddy, I'm Friddie Freddie
Place your bet on a vet, the three man threat
What you see is what you get

Chorus

Verse Three: Treach

Comin round your corner with my uptown bunch
I bet your bottom dollar that you're bottom buck chumps
Give it up, it's a juice thing I'm steppin for the rep and
wreckin all the rest and, weapon testin on who's steppin
Ain't no bluff for the niggy nuff, for the rugged ruff stuff
nigga if you're tough knuckle up
I'll cut your ass like class, then blast you by the trash
After I laugh then I'll dash
You can't handle the scandal of an uptown vandal
Shootin up your toes makin sandals
Somebody told me that you owe me, but can't nobody hold me
I do my dirt all by my lonely

Chorus

Sip the juice cuz I got enough to go around,
And the thought takes place uptown
I grew up on the sidewalk where I learned street talk,
And then taught to hawk New York-
I go to Queens for queens to get the crew from Brooklyn,
Make money in Manhattan and never been tooken,
Go Uptown and the Bronx to boogie down,
Get strong on the Island, recoupe, and lay around.
Time to bulid my juice back up-
Props back up, suckers get smacked up
Don't doubt the clout, you know what I'm about
Knocking niggaz off, knocking niggaz out
Shaking em up, waking em up
Raking em up, breaking em up...
Standing on shaky grounds too close to the edge
Let's see if I know the ledge

Corners' trifling 'cause shorty's here
I get cock-d liffin' forty's of beer;
Here's a sip for the crew that's deceased,
If I get revenge, then they rest in peace.

Somebody's got to suffer, I just might spare one-
And give a brother a fair one!
Stay alert and on "p's".
And I do work with these- like Hercules,
Switch to southpaw, split your right jaw
'Cause I don't like y'all, I'm hype when night fall.
Smooth but I move like an army
Bulletproof down in case brothers try to bomb me,
Putting brothers to rest like Elliot ness
'Cause I don't like stress
Streets ain't a place for innocent bystanders to stand
Nutting's gonna stop the plan
I'll chill like Pacino, kill like DeNiro
Black Gambino, die like a hero
Living on shaky grounds too close to the edge
Let's see if I know the ledge!

Shells lay around on the battleground
Dead bodies are found throughout the town.
Tried to put shame in my game to make a name, I'm a
Put it on a bullet, put it in your brain.
Rip the block like a buckshot,
Who cares where it goes, just keep the casket closed,
No remorse when a life is lost
I paid my dues- paid the cost!
...And my pockets are still fat,
Wherever I'm at, I get the welcome mat.
Even if my crew steep with one deep
I attract attention, people like to peep
So come say hi to the badguy
Don't say goodbye, I don't plan to die!
'Cause I get loose and I got troops
And crazy juice!
In control of many like Ayatollah Khomeini
Hang out wit Smith and Wesson, don't try to play me.
I'm at war alot, like Anwar Sadat..
But no warning shot, my gun is warm alot.
When I cook beef, the smoke will never clear,
Areas in fear but this here's a fear!
Living life too close to the edge
Hoping that I know the ledge....

A brand new morn, no time to yawn
Shower's on, power's on
Late for school, I catch the train
Girls sip "Cristal" and whisper my name
I push up like an exercise,
Check the intellect and inspect the thighs
Select the best one, pull her to the side
Keep her occupied for the rest of the ride
Read my resume she's know I'm 'ready cool
Just meet me after school,
We can moan and groan until your mom come home ,
And you be calling me Al "dope" Capone.
Sweatin' me, she didn't want to let me loose-
Come get me, that's if you want to sip the juice
Cause the streets await me, so I take my gun off safety
Cause alot of niggaz hate me
Coming out of the building, they set me up
Sprayed wit automatics, they wet me up
In a puddle of blood, I lay close to the edge
I guess I didn't know the ledge...

Is it good to you? (Oooh, yeah, yeah)
Is it good to you? (woo, woo, woo, yeah, yeah)
Is it good to you? (oh, oh)
Is it good to you?

When my love comes down, I don't have to run around...
I've got you and you know just what to do
to fulfill all my needs and satisfy me...
But I'd like to know if the sexual healing is mutual,
do you feel what I'm feeling?
Do I please you? Do I fill the need? I know I might sound bold,
but I'd just like to know...

Is it good to you? I want to know...
Is it good to you? Oooh, I got to know, yeah...
Is it good to you? C'mon and tell me, boy, yeah...
Is it good to you?

(Yo T.L., kick the verse)
Ooh, don't be afraid, when we're makin' love, c'mon and say yeah,
tell me just how you like it, I'll talk dirty to you baby,
while you drive me crazy...
And I'd like to know if that sexual healing is mutual,
do you feel what I'm feeling?
All my love's for you, all this love is true and I'll never let you go,
but I just got to know...

Is it good to you? I want to know...
Is it good to you? Ooh, I got to know, yeah...
Is it good to you? Is my lovin' good to you?
Is it good to you? You got me singing...

(I like it) Oh!
(I like it) Yeah...
(I like it) ...
(I like it) Yeah yeah yeah yeah!
(I like it) Oooh!
(I like it) Yeah, yeah, yeah!
(I like it) Oh baby!
(I like it)

And I'd like to know if that sexual healing is mutual,
do you feel what I'm feelin'? yeah..
All my love's for you, all this love is true and I'll never let you go,
but I just got to know...

Is it good to you? I want to know...
Is it good to you? Ooh, I got to know, yeah, yeah, yeah...
Is it good to you? Is my lovin' good to you?
Is it good to you? Tell me, tell me baby how it feels!!!

Is it good to you? Oh yeah, is it good to you?
Is it good to you? Oooh, I got to know, yeah, yeah, yeah...
Is it good to you?

You got me singing oooh...(c'mon let me hear ya)
Oooh oooh....(c'mon let me hear ya)
oooh oooh ooh...(c'mon let me hear ya)
oooh oooh ohh ohh...(c'mon let me hear ya)
oooh oooh...(c'mon let me hear ya)
oooh oooh ooh...(c'mon let me hear ya)
oooh oooh, oooh, oooh, oooh, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah...

"Life.. it's all about sex money and murder.
To all those motherfuckers out there who can't deal with it;
you just a punk ass bitch!"

[MC Pooh]
Sex money and murder -- elements of the streets
You either play the role or get your god damn ass beat
See I can get the pussy and money is a must
Try to stop me -- ashes to ashes, dust to dust
The suckers try to win, let the games begin
Meet me, Ant Banks, Kenny Wayne and the mac-10's
We were born to die any god damn way
Here last week, but you're dead today
No time for the bullshit, let the bullets disperse
Hospital to the morgue to the motherfuckin hearse
Deep in the game, since I was eleven
The streets are hell, so what the fuck is heaven?
I'm one of the biggest baby and refuse to get took down
A god damn killer comin straight from the Oaktown
Step out of line, it's manditory I hurt ya
My hobbies in life -- what? Sex money and murder

Chorus: MC Pooh

Sex from your bitch ("run.. run up punk")
Money from the crack ("death.. death is a cycle")
Murder is a hobby.. murder-murder is a hobby..
murder-murder is a hobby that I had since way back

[MC Pooh]
I live the life of a criminal and hustle each day
Fool step wrong, live loose, get blown away
The ave is the only home I knew
so to get what I got, I did what I had to
Kill, deal, rob -- I didn't give a fuck
You had what I needed? You was shit out of luck
A chopper is manditory, to lose is another story
Fools try to get with me, wind up history
You just mad, cause I got yo' bitch
and now she's ridin on the Dangerous dick
And I can tell by your face, you're mad and full of steam
cause now your bitch is on Pooh-Man's team
She's my bitch, was yo' bitch, come and sucks my dick
It don't stop with this young-ass trick
Run up punk -- and watch yo' friends desert ya
Because my lifestyle punk - sex money and murder

Chorus

[MC Pooh]
So much shit, gettin talked by the other crowd
Always talkin and don't know what the fuck about
I get criticized, ridiculed and other shit
but they go wild when I yell out bitch
So I can take a little criticism and laugh
and tell the critics they can kiss my ass
I ain't trippin, my money is made..
.. I kick back and I straight get paid
Rated X is life, motherfuck PG
Death is a factor on the Oakland street
If you can't deal with life, don't fuck with my rap
It's like this, cause it happen like that
Sex from your bitch, money from the crack
Murder is a hobby that I had since way back
A hit ain't shit, I learned it in class
Creep slow, shoot fast
This is the way I live, fuck pain and torture
Believe in life -- sex money and murder

Enter the dragon, as I start, to braggin and taggin
and sayin I'm baggin all rappers on the bandwagon
Feel the fury of a renegade, well men I slayed
So send the aid, cause I penetrate
Bein the best up, with lyrics I dress up, so don't even mess up
Or try to press up, it's better to fess up
Cause if a rapper ever goes too far man
I start to screamin on MC's like Tarzan
So witness the glare when I appear
None'll compare, so take a seat in the rear
Child, you gotta understand, you just the man
sittin next to the man, sittin next to the man, sittin next to the man
And no one friar comes higher than the messiah
Sparkin the mic like a live wire til I retire
Whatever the comp is I burn em like fire
with all the blow, I hit em hard like.. PI-YAH
So take your hand and fold cause this is total control
And no one grabs a hold, huh
You got somethin to say, before it's told
If you speakin on me, you better hablo espanol
Cause I ain't tryin to have none of the penty-ante
mumble jumble kick yak, you better get back
Clear the way when you see me comin through
Back up and bow, nuff respect due..

Uhh, I come down and put my weight on it
Drop somethin straight on it, and sound great on it
Parties erupt, and stages corrupt
I pour like a quart in a cup, worrrrrrrd up
I G-E-T the J-O-B done
Makin the young boys say, "Daddy I don't want none"
You puttin the man to a boy, before I can even destroy
I played him like a toy -- Heavens to Merkatroid!
Check my Modus Operandi
Those who know my name know I ain't about games
I go beyond knockin em out the box
You wanna be a comedian? Aight, where's Redd Foxx?
So if I want you, believe I'm gonna get you
I wouldn't give a damn if Tony Terry was witchu
So when I come in the same place as my enemy
They all start runin like their name was Sheer Energy
I won't say what you are but I'll hit you
You're found on a woman and a penis goes in you
Another clue, your first letters are P-U
Act like you know boy, nuff respect due..

UHH, put in rotation, better than creation, with acceleration
My vocabulary is very
clever like a trick hand, sinkin em like quicksand
Makin the competition feel like they need a kickstand
to support what they thought would've brought them
some type of victory, but none of them could get with me
You better never act new
Huh, nuff respect due..

[Too $hort]
So you want to be a gangster.. all that shit
Smoke any motherfucker, don't even trip
You be hard as hell, take whatever you want
Punk suckers wanna front -- they get done
cause you a gangster -- nuttin more nuttin less
Put my boy to the test and catch one in your chest
Since he was young, homeboy won't back down
cause real gangsters, always hold that frown
Until you lose control, then you sell your soul
to the devil motherfucker cause you're way too cold
And all the people hide and just run inside
cause you keep usin yo' gat commitin homicide
Boy I tell ya, Life Is way Too $hort
Another brother just got smoked
and you killed him -- ain't that a bitch?
Cause it really ain't shit

(gangsta, gangsta)
Shoot em up (gangsters)
That ain't cool (gangsters)
Ain't that a bitch (gangsters)
Shoot em up (gangsters)
That ain't cool (gangsters)

Let me tell you somethin youngster.. you got it all wrong
Gangsters don't live that long
I had gangster potnahs get they HEADS to' off
for some of that gangster shit, get caught in the cross
You want stripes, take yo' ass to the service
Cause when it's on, ain't no time to get nervous
Pull the trigger.. yeah you did it
You'se a gangster and I got to admit it
But you'se a youngbuck.. you ain't learned yet
Killing don't make you a vet
Get out the fast line -- stick with the homeboys
Ready made gangster get gone boy
Cause where I'm from it's the same old shit
You call them shots, when you're down with the click
Niggaz dyin everyday but that's a black thang
You either sell dope, or your gangbang
But you got the biggest heart in the click man
You did a murder, and now you're a hitman
All your homies tryin to tell you, that ain't cool
Playin shoot 'em up, like a fuckin fool
but you'se a gangster, one they can't destroy
Don't even give a fuck, about your boys
You go for self, you wanna be on top?
Fucked around and now your brother's shot

(gangsters)
Shoot em up (gangsters)
That ain't cool (gangsters)
Ain't that a bitch (gangsters)
Shoot em up (gangsters)
That ain't cool (gangsters)
(gangsters) Ain't that a bitch
(gangsters) And it don't stop
to the beat

Owww!

Get on down (repeat 3X)

Verse One: Erick Sermon

Well, it's the E wit the juice, I'm down to get loose
Strapped in black wit the nine by the boots
Hardcore funk that make ya wanna pump a chump
My posse's thick, so I will never get jumped
The slayer, a beast from the east, I'm psycho
If I had a glove, I would be Bad as Michael
Some say, yo, I sound rugged
Pack wit the ultimate rap wit the Power like Snap
A.K.A. the Mic Wrecker
A rap star wit the boomin style, black as tar
Smokin, the E's no jokin, so don't trip or flip
And make a hit, so bust it
Some ain't feel the way I do when I get wreck
No half steppin, I kick back like a weapon
On the microphone, I delight
And groovy, a California quake couldn't move me

Get on down (repeat 4X)
It's going down (2X)

Verse Two: PMD

No lights, no camera, but lots of action
No moonwalkin backwards, kid, like Michael Jackson
Strictly funk flows and steel toed Timb boots to troop
State to state, stage to stage, as I clock loot
Black Asiatic, rapper fanatic, automatic
black nine mil is what I pack so kill the static
EPMD quench the sound of thumps underground
Ya stupid boy, no props here, you catch a beatdown
The Squad still in effect, no record skippin
Ya stupid boy, keep the track, still bullshittin
Down wit the rap pack, still grabbin my bozack
Here's a ticket kid to ride the Jim like Amtrak
Got mad skills, hi-tech, been known to snap necks
From eighty-seven to ninety-two, fourth cassette
But now I'm Swayze, ghost, the rap host
Who rip shows, from coast to coast

Get on down (repeat 4X)
It's going down (2X)

Verse Three: Erick Sermon, PMD

Yea, back to the picture, the scene
It's me Erick Sermon, my M-16
Just in case, ya know, a fight broke out
I can just chill, pull out the smoke out
One, no grill, no charcoal, no fluid
Act like Bo Jackson, Nike, and Just Do It
If there's a problem, the Hit Squad rolls mad deep
So I can rest my head and get some sleep

While the E-Double, takes a nap, no time to slack
It's my turn to guard the fort, ready for combat
Guns and violence, that we don't promote
Just takin what's ours kid, chill or smell the gunsmoke
As I pull out, squeezin like Mr. Charmin
Destroyin posses of demo tapes like Agent Orange
So chill kid and act like you know
Peace from the MD a.k.a. Slow Flow

It's going down (4X)
Get on down...

Now I lay me down to sleep
I pray my Lord my soul to keep
If I should die before I wake
I pray my Lord my soul to take

You'll be saying "Daddy" to me
But please don't hurt me
This is my first experience, cause this players been
Make it feel alright, don't worry baby

Don't be afraid
Don't be afraid
Don't be afraid, baby
Don't be afraid
Don't be afraid
Don't be afraid, girl

When I lay you down tonight
Ask me to hold you tight
Everything will be alright
Don't be afraid, baby
When you start to spread some home
And your parts are gone, gone
Let it happen right now
Don't be afraid, girl

Now I have you all to myself
To put the other guys all on the shelf
No need to run and no need to hide
All the doors are locked baby and I have you inside
You get down and you can hear me
It just makes me horny
Ain't nothing but a love thing baby
Between me and you
So just give in baby, don't worry about a thing

Don't be afraid
Don't be afraid
Don't be afraid
Don't be afraid, baby

When I get through with you
Ain't nobody else that you will want to go to
I put all men to shame
Remember babe, this is a nasty man's game

Don't be afraid
Don't be afraid
Don't be afraid
Don't be afraid, baby

Deep down, feel so lucky to have you in my house
But now its time to go baby, need for it large
Go to see my baby and settle things, alright
Rest your head into my chest
I know it feels real good
Do me baby, don't need to be afraid
The lights are off and I open the sheets
So kiss me baby, I say it's on one more time
For the wrong man, I'm right again
Give me the center baby don't be afraid

Don't be a-
Don't be a-
Don't be afraid (repeat over until fade)

[Aw, yeah]

(Gamin' on ya) Mmmm, he's gamin' on ya, girl
So look out now
(Gamin' on ya) Oooo-whee, here he comes, here he comes

Once upon a time called now is where it all begins, you see
As the plot thickens and your heartbeat quickens
My sister, my sister, look out, here comes the big-big gabber
And he's badder than the Mad Hatter
Sellin' dreams, climbin' Jacob's ladder
Your life he'll shatter cuz it don't matter to him
He's out to get some (?trimmed?), can't let him in or you'll get done in
So stop, don't let him run up on ya cuz all he wants to do is bone ya

He's gamin' on ya, oh yeah, he's gamin' on ya girl
Yeah yeah yeah (gamin' on ya), can't ya see? Can't ya see?
He's gamin' on ya, and he's playin' games
He's gamin' on ya, oh, when ya know
Ow, ow, gamin' on ya

Well first you get dissed and treated like a slut
Treats ya like shit when he won't see the butt
Your boots are juicin' - oooo, guess what?
He's gamin' on ya (Word up, so...)
How in the hell do you let yourself go and get played again?
You know he wants the skins or calling you honey when he needs something
(Word) It ain't funny (nope), me, I don't trust nothing, see

He's gamin' on ya (yeah yeah)
He's gamin' on ya (yeah yeah)
Gamin' on ya (yeah yeah)
Gamin' on ya [Listen to the big, big, big Pep] (yeah yeah)

Young and dumb and tryin' to get over
Swift with the tongue and bubbly like soda
So play like you don't know
And you won't go out like underarm odor
You need to get a grip and think about the shit you're doin'
Or it won't be too long before your reputation's ruined
Look at you now - you're being taken and don't have a clue
There's a sucker born every minute, right? True
So check out how it's goin' down
Slippin' and dippin' you all around

He's gamin' on ya
He's gamin' on ya
Gamin' on ya (Can't you see?)
Gamin' on ya

He's gamin' on ya (So how ya know?)
Gamin' on ya
Gamin' on ya
Gamin' on ya (Baby baby baby, please)

Don't let him tell ya off or sell ya off
You're better off without him
Don't give a damn about him
Ain't nothin' dope about him

He's gamin' on ya (yeah yeah)
Gamin' on ya (yeah yeah)
He's gamin' on ya (yeah yeah)
Gamin' on ya (yeah yeah)

(Ad lib)

[B-Real]
Who wants the wrath, it must be the hood
who's up to no good, and wishes a man would
come up and give him a reason to blast on..
I wouldn't put it past him!
He's got juice, how long will it last him?
He's gettin back, at, all the punks that harassed him
Ask him (HEY!) what's ya main hobby?
He'll say there ain't, nothin like the motherfuckin robbery
So don't crowd me, cause yo I run shit
You know, homey that old top gun shit
I got a slug comin straight out the barrel
for your ass, if you wanna ask a dumb question
Cause I'm quick on the draw, click-click, punks drop
Now your lifes ain't worth shit!

Chorus: B-Real, Sen Dog (repeat 2X)

Shoot 'em up, just shoot 'em up y'all, yeah
Shoot 'em up, just shoot 'em up (SHOOT 'EM UP!)
Shoot 'em up, just shoot 'em up y'all, yeah
Shoot 'em up, just shoot 'em up (SHOOT 'EM UP!)

[Sen Dog]
Sen Dog, never again will I bend
No letters of death, no threats, will I send
So I'm puttin an end, to all your dumb shit
(dumb shit) dumb shit.. that, "Homes WHERE YOU FROM?" shit
Cause I run shit, my way, all day, I don't play
cause it won't pay
Niggaz wanna play with the pistol, you make me get pissed though
(YOU GET A FISTFUL!)
Make you eat knuckles, feel your knees buckle
Still feelin great when you're sleepin on the pavement?
Save it! The beatdown, who gave it?
Sen did, no one will explain it

Chorus

[B-Real]
I've had it up to HERE, with all the bullshit
Finger's on the trigger, and I'm about to pull it
Gank hardrock, up the block, you know I rule it
To the punks around the corner someone's gonna catch a bullet
To the crew, that wants, to get with my program
I'm out to get mine, and ain't takin shit from no man
in the neighborhood, cause there ain't no brotherhood
In other words, good, if you heard, that we're comin up
We're out to make a quick buck, that's what I'm thinkin
And I'm smokin any PUNK who even thinks of finkin

Chorus

[ VERSE 1 ]
Here's the situation for brothers in the ghetto
Livin in the projects it's hard to get ahead, so
What you gotta do is be down with each other
Other fools tryin to trip, can't trip on each other
Like a lobster in his bucket, you try to escape
You steal, you kill, you rob, you take
Clownin on your brothers' back, one thing is a fact
They're gonna be sure to push ya back in the pack
You wanna do a lick cause you short, you float
If you had to blast will you pop or will you tote?
187 on the head, you killed a man
You're all fired up, so you feel you in command
Try to be the baddest in the crew
Why trip on a brother that's down with you?
And now I understand why you could do so
Cause you probably wasn't down from the get-go

[ VERSE 2 ]
Some people they got homeboys like I do
Like Stevie, Jay, Rock and the rest of the crew
Yo, we chill with each other and we kill with another
And we never ever keep anything undercover
Cause if we do, we have to keep it in a circle
You're soft as a nerd, so don't be trippin on the turf, yo
This is what they say: Cause he was with us on that day
First he was chillin with his nine and A.K.
The cold thing about it, we didn't see it comin
It's cold stunnin
First we were hangin, now it's cold gunnin
What happened to the do-or-die situation
Was it a complication or the conversation?
In the midst with a mixed personality
Po-po brutality, flipside mentality
To make you the weak link in your crew
You're trippin off yourself, you wanted all the juice

[ VERSE 3 ]
You can't faze me, cause I live my lifestyle crazy
Boys in the hood wonder why I got lazy
Cause no respect and no money don't mix
I like havin kicks, so I hustle on the rich
I bought a gat from a neighborhood street thug
A .44 mag full of .44 slugs
Now it'is time for robbin niggas' hoes
Kickin in do's, and leavin prints on .44s
Confused is the way I live
It's my prerogative, cause I don't want to give
To the people, cause I was treated like a sequel
Never treated equal, now I live illegal
Doin the things that you shouldn't do
But you didn't know what I had to go through
Like trippin on the homeboys in my crew
I wanted all the juice

[ VERSE 4 ]
Brothers in this world it's so hard to be good
To live life like it's legal and work like you should
First it seem right, until one night
It don't seem right, you don't see the light
Start feelin like the whole world dissed you
Pop a big gun, and doin self-defense too
See, that's the prob', you learn how to rob
Take it back to back, as if it was a job
Teach your boys the game, the game is what it's like
But that'll move the crew, and somethin ain't right
Your boys ain't with you, your boys wanna fight
Bustin all the bones, you try to get a stripe
Front on everybody cause you're headstrong
What you're doin ain't right, it's dead wrong
Flip-flip-flip it on the flipside
You done flipped up, committed suicide

[ VERSE 5 ]
Juice is a five-letter word of corruption
>From town to town it can start an explosion
So what we gotta do is play like a lemon
Squeeze out the juice and peace among men and women
Cause envy and jealous' can ruin the land
But brothers tryin to play God, and they job
Is keepin the world in their hands
But that's a mission that's impossible
It'll only end up being a lotta people in the hospital
Brothers killin and killin
Hurtin feelings, that's illin
To be on top they was willin
But they ain't nothin but illin
Attitude that's rude, be cool instead
Because the black guys are in jail, or either they're dead
Your gravesite is waitin for you
Because you don't think about the things that you do
All the screws in your head must be loose
Because you did ill to kill
You wanted all the juice

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