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Yeah yeah, yes Junction, yes yes
Elope ski slopes *coughs* ahh damn.. yeah, check out

Niggas elope wit ski slopes and fall like
Tootin like it's cool bein a fool, and I just
Sit around and watch those nose flame
My ends is loose and you can't stop that
it starts to fall

Lookin like Ms. Pac-Man, hammers and Vogues and
I'm speakin about 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 met, nigga

Black man, white man, Jew man no joke
Remember me and my used to sit up on the porch
And talk about when we get older now we up against the
Yeah they niggas door down; cause it ain't no dope on the streets

And a quarter pound of feet weed, that's all a like me need
Talkin about Southern sess, nigga you all up in that mess
But never shall you test, and never shall you
Runnin up on me with that fuck shit will get you nothin but dead

Be where 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 ya brims and you hustla chrome ya rims
'Llac and pimps and macks I love the corners you bend
Y'all, yes, yes, uhh
Junction,

I'm drankin on yak while I'm dippin off in that 'llac ('llac)
The junkies around my way are always smokin up on that
Be layin them College Park hoes flat on they (backs)
the life of pimps steadily makin this paper stack
Niggas don't understand the plan, crumble yo' herb man
'til they start the do' in, then we ready to blast dem
Out (Out) like 'Kast ('Kast) we bout, to (crash)
So mayday, may Dre, knock 'em up off ass boi

We struggle like fat hoes just to get things those
People got we forgot they always gonna keep a
Right up they sleeve you won't believe they deceive like
Thieves can't break in your crib and in that good life too
So gimme me and then I'm straight, as
See, blindfolds can't three eyes
We wise to the fact so we attack with what we
Heaven is the only good life, so what you fo'? Yeah

Be careful you roam cause you might not make it home
In the junction, in the
Don't you dare ever get cause you get caught 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,

Well like and football socks
A nigga be rockin the mic like
Lil' Jon and Ser-cy, so are you
I'm callin yo' ass a flawed
Yappin about crew you run wit
Bankhead bouncin to that dumb
So mo' can you come wit?

Yes, they can bite, but be us
They can come and pick up little slang but see us
You to be ashamed, trying to fit in "My Adidas"
So Run like D.M.C. is me and no, got no heater

we zippin around the corner in that golden stankin Lincoln
I got my heat up under my
Just in case these youngsters tryin to it
Pullin the pistol on another black man was the plot
But sometimes my brothers lose and try to take my spot

Well, they come like stallions in the night
around fo' or five, is when they figure the time is right
When you and sleep, I couldn't sleep until I seen it
Wit my own eyes, 'til come over the hill - surprised

Be careful where you roam cause you 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 play ya brims and you hustla chrome ya rims
'Llac and pimps and macks I love the corners you bend
Y'all, yes, yes, uhh
Junction,