Juice J.u.i.c.e.

Yeah, Ah, Lab Techs, man

Hey man

Whats up?

You got to get these niggaz man

We will

They dont know like I know

Ah-ha, J U, Thats me, ICE

Huh, Lab Teks



[Verse 1]

Im from C H I C A to the GO

Sipping on courvosier, what up Rio

Niggaz cant 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 aint hard to hop in the Bentleys or DeVilles

No gimmicks, Im multy, simply through the skill

J, I distribute my own CD

Fuck you, this is a tribute to only me

And my clique nigga, CONGLOMERATE

You predesigned with it, but I redefine lyrics

So open up your eyes, read the signs and hear it

The treyll leave you niggaz with leaky minds and spirits

Lay these niggaz flat like matresses

Understand where Im at with this

This is J..



[Chorus]

J, a nigga packing trey all day, is like

U, must understand what I do nigga

I, represent the CHI

CE, them niggaz aint fucking with me [x2]



[Verse 2]

Better watch me, Ill show you what floss mean

Or you can get your mouth blown off like soft scheme

These skills are trinitron, 16s are effortless

Success we been upon, the hood is still repping us

You night like dinner time, for anyone approaching us

Fuckin with the pentagon, you think we just some vocalists

This is a rap rennaisance, Im magnificent

Slugs are past stitches, Im lifes antifisist

J, got the right man ripping it

My cD dissappear like Soundscan is sniffing it

JU, slash ICE period

Debut, slash raps 3D lyricist

Drug supplier, these thugs are liers

LAb Teks spit the flame, Im in love with the fire

Thug attire, like Im lapping in the tunnel

Im downtown niggaz, six-oh, six-one-oh



[Chorus x2]



[Verse 3]

If you want a little piece, Ill give you a little piece

Ill set this motherfucker off like the middle east

And let it jump, I stay calm as a reverend

I used to walk through the valley, like sons 27

The bomb when I step in the club

Comfy like Saddam with the weapon, its love

These niggaz fall down and they never get up

Nigga, you cant buy a vowel now, the three letters is up

J, Im left brain, hard to explain

Im worse than 9/11 when the jets came

worse than John Rocker at Mets games

Cocking the tek, aim and blast

Hop in the Lex, range ang gas

And they wonder why Im angry at

These lil niggaz in the CHI wearing Yankee hats

You Chicago nigga, you cant be that

You aint number one Joe, you aint T-Mac

Nigga, dont claim Brooklyn, dont do that

When you niggaz come home, we dont want you back

This is 312, all pimps in it

Fall through, all blue, still creeping it

CONGLOM, pimps in it, the hood dont get us

We cant stop crooking, yall fiends wont let us

Do the math, what does one minus one equal

A bad situation for your people

Holla..



[Chorus x2]
[ J.U.I.C.E. Lyrics ]