Yeah yeah, yes Junction, yes yes ski slopes *coughs* ahh damn.. yeah, check this out
Niggas wit ski slopes and fall like avalanches Tootin like cool bein a fool, and I can't just Sit and watch those nose membranes flame My ends is and you can't stop that rain it starts to fall
Lookin Ms. Pac-Man, hammers and Vogues and cat-man I'm speakin these pros cause you know nothing bout that man The nigga the B-I-G is and fly like ValuJet You thinkin about the beatin, this my ends is never met,
Black man, white man, Jew man ain't no Remember me and my cousin to sit up on the porch And about when we get older now we up against the ropes Yeah they kickin niggas door down; cause it no dope on the streets
And a quarter pound of feet weed, all a nigga like me need about that Southern sess, nigga you all up in that mess But never shall you test, and never you quit up on me with that fuck shit will get you nothin but dead nigga
Be careful you roam cause you might not make it home In the junction, in the Don't you dare ever get lost cause you get up in that sauce Junction, To all you players play ya brims and you hustla chrome ya 'Llac and pimps and macks I love the corners that you Y'all, yes, yes, uhh Junction,
A-well I'm drankin on yak I'm dippin off in that 'llac ('llac) The junkies my way are always smokin up on that crack Be layin them College Park hoes flat on they (backs) Livin the life of pimps steadily makin this paper Niggas don't understand the master plan, crumble yo' man they start kickin the do' in, then we ready to blast dem Out (Out) like ('Kast) we bout, to crash (crash) So mayday, may Dre, 'em up off they ass boi
We struggle like fat hoes to get things that those got we forgot they always gonna keep a plot Right up they sleeve you won't believe deceive like weave can't break in your crib and leave in that good life too So gimme me and then I'm straight, as See, blindfolds can't cover eyes We wise to the fact so we attack with what we Heaven is the only good life, so you strivin fo'? Yeah
Be careful where you cause you might not make it home In the junction, in the Don't you dare ever get lost you get caught up in that sauce Junction, To all you players play ya brims and you hustla chrome ya 'Llac and and macks I love the corners that you bend Y'all, yes, yes, uhh Junction,
Well like and football socks A nigga be rockin the mic birthdays Lil' Jon and Ser-cy, so are you I'm yo' ass a flawed pimp Yappin about crew you run wit Bankhead to that dumb shit So what mo' can you wit?
Yes, can bite, but cannot be us They can come and up little slang but cannot see us You ought to be ashamed, to fit in "My Adidas" So Run like D.M.C. is me and no, got no heater
Well we zippin around the in that golden stankin Lincoln I got my heat up under my Just in case youngsters tryin to take it Pullin the pistol on another black man was never the But sometimes my lose theyself and try to take my spot
Well, they come like black stallions in the Usually around fo' or five, is they figure the time is right you good and sleep, I couldn't sleep until I seen it Wit my own eyes, 'til they come the hill - surprised
Be careful you roam cause you might not make it home In the junction, in the Don't you ever get lost cause you get caught up in that sauce Junction, To all you play ya brims and you hustla chrome ya rims 'Llac and pimps and macks I love the that you bend Y'all, yes, yes, uhh Junction,