Juice - J.U.I.C.E. lyrics

Yeah, Ah, Lab Techs, man Hey man What's up? You got to get these n***az man We will They don't know like I know Ah-ha, J U, That's me, ICE Huh, Lab Teks (Verse 1) I'm from C H I C A to the GO Sipping on courvosier, what up Rio n***az can't try to see J, with Miss Cleo J flow Y3K, J neo Every bar I drop is penetentary steel Every car I rock represent me on the real It ain't hard to hop in the Bentley's or DeVille's No gimmicks, I'm multy, simply through the sk** J, I distribute my own CD f** you, this is a tribute to only me And my clique n***a, CONGLOMERATE You predesigned with it, but I redefine lyrics So open up your eyes, read the signs and hear it The trey'll leave you n***az with leaky minds and spirits Lay these n***az flat like matresses Understand where I'm at with this This is J.. (Chorus) J, a n***a packing trey all day, is like U, must understand what I do n***a I, represent the CHI CE, them n***az ain't f**ing with me (2x) (Verse 2) Better watch me, I'll show you what floss mean Or you can get your mouth blown off like soft scheme These sk**s are trinitron, 16's are effortless Success we been upon, the hood is still repping us You night like dinner time, for anyone approaching us f**in with the pentagon, you think we just some vocalists This is a rap rennaisance, I'm magnificent Slugs are past stitches, I'm life's antifisist J, got the right man ripping it My cD dissappear like Soundscan is sniffing it JU, slash ICE period Debut, slash rap's 3D lyricist Drug supplier, these thugs are liers LAb Teks spit the flame, I'm in love with the fire Thug attire, like I'm lapping in the tunnel I'm downtown n***az, six-oh, six-one-oh (Chorus 2X) (Verse 3) If you want a little piece, I'll give you a little piece I'll set this motherf**er off like the middle east And let it jump, I stay calm as a reverend I used to walk through the valley, like son's 27 The bomb when I step in the club Comfy like Saddam with the weapon, it's love These n***az fall down and they never get up n***a, you can't buy a vowel now, the three letters is up J, I'm left brain, hard to explain I'm worse than 9/11 when the jets came worse than John Rocker at Mets games co*king the tek, aim and blast Hop in the Lex, range ang gas And they wonder why I'm angry at These lil' n***az in the CHI wearing Yankee hats You Chicago n***a, you can't be that You ain't number one Joe, you ain't T-Mac n***a, don't claim Brooklyn, don't do that When you n***az come home, we don't want you back This is 312, all pimps in it Fall through, all blue, still creeping it CONGLOM, pimps in it, the hood don't get us We can't stop crooking, yall fiends won't let us Do the math, what does one minus one equal A bad situation for your people Holla.. (Chorus 2X)