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Jugga the Bully, Atlantis like...
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Split the optimo, crumble the bud, and get high
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Like to shuttle the bud, get up in the tunnel of love
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She wanna cuddle and hug, go dancing, baby cut a little rug
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All the shorties wanna bubble wit' Juggs, doublin up
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Their man run up, he getting bust in the mud
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Do you really wanna rumble wit a thug?
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I'm leavin Emcees flat and in a puddle of blood
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Gotcha all crew huddling up, get ya strategy straight
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It's a tragedy for your anatomy, if ya battle me
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Call the cavalry first, cause if ya spit a verse after me
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Catastrophe is your fate, and I'm a rapper like a salary
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Got no mentality, can't shake it, can't fake it
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Keep it real like the old clich? then again like Goldie say
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Your girl chose me, your just a prot?? be on your way
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We can't afford to hate, we all in the same game
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We just play for different squads
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But you beatin me that's distant odds
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While you rehearse and run it through 3 or 4 different bars
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If your listenin God, all I want is tracks to crush
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Gats to bust, and a wife wit a fat ass to cut, plus
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Some grass to puff, that's enough, oh yeah
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Can I make it without crashin my truck?
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Shit, I promise if that's my luck, you get your ten points(baby)
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I aint hatin on your divinity
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I'm just tryin to be the best I can be
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Got me sufferin anxiety, little sobriety
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Not enough variety, eat, doo-doo, sleep, cut, write rhymes
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Eat, doo-doo, sleep, cut, things are all the same
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Despite all the dames who call my name
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It aint nothing, unless I make it to the rap hall of fame
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Me lose, ya'll the same
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Me and my fort got it locked like prison doors
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I'm that fat man your chick adores
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If you ain't getting yours, it aint my fault, this is war
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Don't be mad, a matter fact hit the floor
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I'm the difference between rich and poor, make a transition
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Give me all your jewels and the money you got
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Sunny or not, runnin ya block, Juggas in charge
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Stop frontin like your something your not
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If you really got beef then I'm dumpin the glock (I'm shot)
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Dude, your Teflon vest is swiss
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I'm the best at this, perfectionist, ya next to get this
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I'm deadly like Asbestoses to kids
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Wanna battle get some references
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I'll lift styles beat ya with your own flow
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Shang-solom, Brahma the Bull
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Kill ya soft wit the comical jokes
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Kiss my ass, of a little man is optional
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Lock and load, I gotta explode
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The Bully, on a mission in ninety-nine
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Workin out to improve condition
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And position of my joints to blow
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Leavin haters trembling, looking feminine
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When I'm bendin them, who face you grinning in
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Juggs great like relevance, all ya see is Timberland trees
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What goes around comes around feel the pendulum breeze
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Then watch me spread through ya'll, like Jamal
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Instantly, intimately, chickens givin me love
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Like Wimbledon's referee's take it or leave
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Folk you fake like Make believe
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Ya whole image cosmetic call ya Mabeline
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Hotter if ya plan to reckon the cream
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Wake up from ya dream, Rip Winkle
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Juggernaut shoot ? like Kris Kringle, makin shit tingle
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Make her tits jingle more then earrings
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Hit it all night, pull out my tip wrinkle
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Material for my next hit single
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I shouldn't be like this, but the chicks mingle
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And when you freak tight chicks all day
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It's kinda hard to be humble
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When they party with Jugga
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I'm diggin so deep they leavin wit their arteries jumbled
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When they jab, bet they probably stumbled
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Choking and coughin, cause they swallowed me like some gumbo
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Cupid keeps hittin these broads wit the archery bundles
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Follow me like Colombo, when you comin over Juggs?
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Hey maybe tomorrow I mumble!
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With no intentions on stroking the chicken
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With or without your permission, my flow rippin on the mic
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No contingent like the 'Dirty Bird' I'd, ah, own the division
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Oh, and did I mention the fact that, I'm the fat cat
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In the black strap wit the gat packed
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Snuggly in the leather knapsack and if I gotta clap that
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Best believe you'll hear the clack-clack
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Plus ya getcha back cracked or get rocked over the phat track
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>From the beat after I smoked it
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Couple of blows to ya grill, leave ya smile crooked
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If ya got beef I'll cook it
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Serve it to you on a plate, no debate
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Just ask the crowd who took it
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Bet they say the Bully blowed it
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Buzzin since the day Goodie voted
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Juggernaut fully reloaded
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Tilt with one in the chamber, hand triggered
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Even got my nigga Riggs at the Source sayin shouldn't we quote it
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Nonstop (x9)
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Nonstop
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| Jugga the Bully |
