[Intro: Juiceman]
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Aye! Aye! Ok! Ok!
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Juicy! Gucci!
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Zaytoven, zaytiggi, So Icey Entertainment
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[Hook:]
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Quarter-brick, half a brick
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Whole brick, aye!
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Quarter-pound, half a pound
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Whole pound, ok!
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100 pills, 1000 pills, serving major weight
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Juiceman and Gucci Mane make the trap: "Aye! "
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[Verse 1: Juiceman]
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I'm booming, I'm bunking, I'm serving all the babies
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Rap game easy but the dope game gravy
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Young Juice man and my life is like the J.Kidd
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With stupid fruity crazy swag, jumping on your lady
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Banana-donk Chevy interior like the Lakers
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LeBron James wrist when I'm fuckin' with the capers
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Hit the trap, stay down, watch the paper
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Rake up, booming out the house and J asking for a waiter
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Half a brick, whole brick, got me buying Jacobs
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Bourbon shoes, walking in the head of the gators
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[Hook:]
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Quarter-brick, half a brick
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Whole brick, aye!
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Quarter-pound, half a pound
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Whole pound, ok!
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100 pills, 1000 pills, serving major weight
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Juiceman and Gucci Mane make the trap: "Aye! "
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[Verse 2: Cam'ron]
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What up OJ! Harlem came down to the South
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This right up my alley tho...
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Quarter bricks, half bricks, whole bricks...
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What up Gucci? What up Juiceman?
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This Louis belt cost 2 grand
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Sell a quarter key by the newsstand
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"Sniff that shit, feel like a new man"
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Dome in the meatloaf, chrome where the seat go
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Bricks hammers and shovels: yeah, I'm Home Depot...
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Home invasion, get your home repoed
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"Hasta la vista! " Adios, finito
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Clicko, X pills, got them for cheap, yo
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All y'all are chochas, you could suck my picho!
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Got the shotty strapped, blow your body back
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Sold 2 birds, spent that in Body Tap
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Bottle one hand, other one, pistol gripped
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Don't gotta shoot it: leave your ass pistol-whipped
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Want 10 birds? Meet me where the car's parked
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My spot: Wal-Mart parking lot
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[Verse 3: Gucci Mane]
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I'm twerking birds in so we working [x3]
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Packing a truck, stop, a trailer back in
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We big, flip jugs, we tote it off the forklift
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The way my Blood kick you'd think he had a black belt
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My scale so Big, Boy can weight his damn self
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2000 pounds of mid, I sold that shit my damn self
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Washer full of cash, dryer full of X pills
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Red rag in my pocket same color my 'Vette is
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My number lower than a A¨Ïse from Texas
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A quarter mil' in the mail is an investment
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A sniper rifle like a soldier in the desert
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An Eagle on me, boy, I'm known to tote a desert
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I sacked an ounce up before I sold a record
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He want a sack I told him "meet me by the Checker's"
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I sacked a pound up before I sold a record
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He want a brick I told him "meet me by the Checker's"
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Make Da Trap Say Aye (Remix)
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Oj Da Juiceman |