I’m Nice The Game (Ft. Jim Jones & Juice)

[Intro]
Never before, let's get it crackin damn it
The Haze has begun
Broke the mic
Right here on Black Wall Street Radio, so back the fuck up
Shits ’bout to go down, you know what I'm saying? (C'mon)

[Chorus: Juice]
I got the fitted cap, white T, big chain
Niggas in the hood like, "damn Juice nice"
Got a goat flow, swag like young Hove
Bitches on the block like, "damn Juice nice"
White T check, big chain check
Niggas in the hood like, "damn Juice nice"
Cold flow check, bank row check
Bitches on the block like, "damn Juice nice"

[Verse: Jim Jones]
Just look *broke the mic* at the wheels, the mother- *the hazing has begun* fucking whip
I’m sittin' on six or better
In the big body truck with the matching leather
Switchin' out the Coupé for the drop Carrera (I'm ballin')
I'm getting money not a day pass
Look at the watch, it's looking like stain glass
The diamonds, studded chain with the face mask
It's big money ’round here homie, straight cash (Get it?)
The West Coast to Harlem
I’m handsome, Juice and Jones a problem
I get certified paper
The new breath of the west is a certified gangster
I'm in every hood, I grind on ’em
Tote nines on 'em, Rolex shines on 'em
I'm the hardest out since Cuban Easy-E
That’s the reason the whole hood believe in me
Morgan Freeman flow, they all lean on me
Nun' hotter than Don Dada and Black Prada's (Uh)
From the Glock to the black choppa
You know who nice, it's J U Ice (Get it?)