Jones (Rapper) - The Juice (Outro) lyrics

Before I start I'd like to big the Brooklyn ma**ive up To my Jamaican crew I promise I'mma mash it up & keep it deeper than my people's roots in Africa OOH LA LA LA Yo, I can't feel lines bein spat from copycats Don't even get your tracks copywritten, you copy that? JONES, the flow throne I'm sittin on top of that & the B.K. don't stand for where Whoppers at, co*k it back Blast from the past, last of the masters Show my a** for the cash like a flash dancer Ho ho hoes legs spread faster than cancer I blitz in a vixen dash her then I'm Casper My apologies, M.O.B's the policy If I spit it & did different that would make it fallacy Makin my father see he woke me up before he fall asleep So we both'll rest fine til next time we meet.. Before I proceed y'all gon' need to pack it up You don't be wonderin 'Why everybody laugh at us? And don't be givin dap to us?' damn you rappers s** OOH LA LA LA Oh you thought I lost my style but I found it sh** is like a hydrant nobody could come around it Headed to the top forever stayin grounded I'll never cop j**els, like how I drop j**els My flow is my chain mane, my rhyme is my wrists My lyrics like earrangs, I shine when I spit Bullet raps couldn't make me sweat a Man I'm from where they get buck if they have not a, & never had father So I don't bang with these wannabe stars Especially since they can't hang wit these monkey bars Gimme 15 seconds of fame I'll teach em 16 lessons Each line fine like delicatessen See let me wrap it up it's obvious they had enough Cause what we talk about be true that's why they mad at us Even the thought of writin back could cause a ma**acre OOH LA LA LA Lemme show em that JONES is that sick Show em how down I hold this rap sh** Stayin afloat like Moses basket You vampires s** blood'll close your casket A pain in the neck, I came for the checks It ain't a fang to make it bang like we in Bangladesh & I came wit my set, B.K.'s what I rep That's where I was born, that's where I was raised, so what you expect? Pa** that, eyes red cause I'm feelin like a lab rat Haven't told my parents cause they think it's bad as crack I'm a West Indian chief these n***as Arawak Just like a n***a wit no job I haven't slacked Two-piece a n***a wit no prob not havin that Negative energy anywhere around my habitat Undeniable music, don't be mad at that JONES, that breath of fresh air you lost is back