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SHUTDAFUKUP!
Time for da Juice Mane to go
Time for da Juice Mane to go
Time for da Mane to go insane
Time for da Juice to go insane
Time for da Juice Mane to go

1]
Phone jumpin', jumpin' like a
say they runnin', tell them niggas stop lyin'
They say they comin' for me, might as well stop
full of red, stop sign
Smoked out, loced out, nigga I'm
I been so high, I be with not comin' down
Couple mil', tryna see that a hundred times
You had chances, fuck that shit up a hundred times
North side, all you hear is homicide
Get inside, or be of a drive-by
spot, police raid it five times
I made it out, feel like I got lives
I was pimpin', like I had nine wives
Fuck all them hoes, I fucked 'em all nine
I up, now the game all mine
No false flaggin', nigga I got mob

You know man, always be like, yo, yo, yo, man
you gon' bring Three Six Mafia back
When y'all gon' get back
Man, me and still talk, man
We gon' work it out, Imma you bout my city

2]
Memphis niggas walk up to your house, knock on your door and yo' ass off
Rob you for yo' new shit you even snatch the tag off
Young niggas get money, pop the at the trap house
I just hit my jeweler I'm 'bout to drop a bag off
You ain't survivin' my city, revolvers and semis
Don't need no reason to kill you, you gotta mind own business
My city them killers, felony weapon, concealers
You know I run them dealers
I see zombies than Thriller
Where the land, the dollars at
Where the waitress servers, where the at?
All the bad flock where the ballers at
They follow my wave like a shark attack
I got my wrist on winter, longer then goddamn car antenna
Fuckin' in the car for a chance to take her home, I get and all
So she get out my lap, I'm off

a nigga!
Nasty nigga! (Nigga, nigga, nigga)