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[Intro]
The Notorious Juicy J
[Verse]
I'm notorious, I cap on a sucka punk in a minute
Called 9-1-1, and let police know that I did it
Livin' in the hood, there's no good I'm made of
Where niggas drink 45, and people get robbed and mugged
Sometime I watch TV, and see that preacher shit
And just wanna kill and be rid of all hypocrites
I feel like I'm crazy, 'cause the anger inside of me
The shotgun is loaded, so it'll be danger to try me
I'm Juicy J, the notorious, so I'll sit
On a corner, and sell that shit to the blood donor
You know the ones who be shootin' up?
Some suck your dick for a little bit of nothin', The Ku Klux
And it's some sucka snitch I'ma be ready for
The police, the narcs, or the Jehovah's who knock on my door
In a disguise that they dressed up to fool ya
And if I know it's them, I'ma put two bullets through ya head
So don't be sad, I'm the criminal
'Cause I do illegal business and always stay paid in full
The boy that was talkin' that trash is now one slack
You're weak to talk about Juicy J behind my back
It's time I call that number, you wonder what I'm about to do
To the ones who went under the game
So get your shovel, and dig your grave
The bow-legged walk, and the black bag is my trait
The Notorious Juicy J
[Verse]
I'm notorious, I cap on a sucka punk in a minute
Called 9-1-1, and let police know that I did it
Livin' in the hood, there's no good I'm made of
Where niggas drink 45, and people get robbed and mugged
Sometime I watch TV, and see that preacher shit
And just wanna kill and be rid of all hypocrites
I feel like I'm crazy, 'cause the anger inside of me
The shotgun is loaded, so it'll be danger to try me
I'm Juicy J, the notorious, so I'll sit
On a corner, and sell that shit to the blood donor
You know the ones who be shootin' up?
Some suck your dick for a little bit of nothin', The Ku Klux
And it's some sucka snitch I'ma be ready for
The police, the narcs, or the Jehovah's who knock on my door
In a disguise that they dressed up to fool ya
And if I know it's them, I'ma put two bullets through ya head
So don't be sad, I'm the criminal
'Cause I do illegal business and always stay paid in full
The boy that was talkin' that trash is now one slack
You're weak to talk about Juicy J behind my back
It's time I call that number, you wonder what I'm about to do
To the ones who went under the game
So get your shovel, and dig your grave
The bow-legged walk, and the black bag is my trait
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