[Into: Ruste Juxx]
Yeah! My nigga big Rock. What up?
Yeah! Ayo my homie Vinnie Paz. What up?
Yeah! Ruste Juxx nigga
Check it out, check it out now

[Verse 1: Ruste Juxx]
Whoever wrote your rhymes
Need to get blindfolded and shot in the head a few times (Ugh)
Kids get murdered over spittin' a wack bar
But still everybody want to be a rap star
The money, the fame, the lifestyle
Soundin' like 10 niggas in the game right now (Goddamn)
Same tracks, same tats, same cable
Same style, different city different label
They all bullshit and equal to one another
Copycattin' why you gotta sequel another brother?
Be original and stop dick ridin'
A nigga steal Juxx's style and you know Vic ridin'
Born in the streets of New York without a prayer
Peace to the President, Motherfuck the mayor
Broke niggas be poppin' Sprite bottles
Ruste Juxx fuckin' the Price is Right models, bang!

[Interlude: Vinnie Paz]
Yeah!
Hahahaha!
Pazienza. Alright look...
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