Текст (слова) песни: Juice - All You Got

 
[Speaking] 
New Juice, the CONGLOMERATE, come on 
 
[Verse 1] 
Now sometimes, you got to fight it out 
Find something how to write about and white it out 
It ain`t too many things I ain`t seen or done 
Cream and guns, I`m feeling like our rap dreams have begun 
The scene is upon us, the green is enormous 
I`m god`s law, you could read me in your tauris 
You could call me, when it`s a weed shortage 
I breez through artists, It`s funny and shit, they wanna 
Alter a nigga, when my money`s legit 
I guess they must`ve thought that I was fucking with Knicks 
Shit, they should`ve caught me when I was bringing bricks in 
Right past customs,driving them to chicks in 
Now I`m in the big Benz, stacking sick ends 
And just wait, loyalties ain`t even kicked in 
And young jackers get immortalized forever at twenty-one 
I used to move more damn weight than anyone 
 
[Chorus] 
Give it all you got, no matter what you do 
You got to keep it real with yourself 
One shot at the top, you never got two 
I`ll let you know the deal 
Give it all you got, no matter what you do 
You got to keep it real 
It`s one shot at the top, you never get two 
No time to chill nigga 
 
[Verse 2] 
In my crib, use big screens is my rule 
Yo boy got more sixteens than high school 
More twenty-two`s than college, I drop jewels 
Fools refuse to use the knowledge 
I used to set up whole schools in the projects 
When niggas is dead broke, hoes viewed as objects 
Opps, I just contradicted myself, who the fuck am I to teach 
I`m afflicted myself, at least I`m rich 
You gonna get priced out if you try 
Two point seven, I`m iced out in july 
Sometimes, taking the right rout, you do right 
Chuchu breaking the pipe out, my crew high 
I send this one out to Chi 
Approach CONGLOM wrong, no doubts you die 
The second live don`t just drop out the sky 
I ain`t took the game yet, but I`m out to try, nigga 
 
[Chorus] 
 
[Verse 3] 
I`m adjacent to myself, with the spirit that I rhyme with 
My Movado is broken, my lyrics are timeless 
I`m with the great ones, whoever you call great 
But niggas always got their hands out like All State 
I`m like "Excuse me G, I don`t fuckin know ya 
I can`t do nothing for ya." 
I`m not the nigga to depend on 
Because before I let you eat, I`m gonna have to put my friends on 
I might rush you through the crowd, and write ten songs 
Or air it out, I`m just trying to see the endzone 
Or you can kind of say, I`m kind of like the goal post 
I`m always up-right with it when I hold toast 
Mr. Gold Coast, rocking a chain 
I`m hot like flame, with no block to claim 
Em know me, and Jin knows of me 
One in a million like the great ten Moseley 
Kan` Know me, Kanye Knows me 
Twista know me, It`s ya homie 
Slum know me, Dilated do 
Jurassic 5, since way back in eighty-two 
Xzibit know me, Tash, Jeru and Ino 
Royce, what up cuz, you need to holla at yo people 
To all my underground niggas that I started with 
You know the battle cat, I`ll show you who the artist is 
He grew up claiming BZT 
When Rio was gettin bone-taste from Eazy-E 
So nigga please, let me be me 
Somewhere between fifty and BDP, lies me 
I`ll leave your vocal cords come in a loose 
I am not the one to comfront in the booth 
King of freestyle, I`ve done it as a youth 
And I don`t know a motherfucker that want it with Juice 
 
[Chorus] 
 
[Juice speaking] 
That`s real. Yea. Emmaculate on the beat. Whattup nigga 
Conglomerate. J U, I haven`t even started my rain, I`m 
only drizzling man. Ah, Oh-five, so live
 

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