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Make way, NBA Ballers, Juice, Conglomerate, Emmaculate on the beat [Juice] Man, we up late, watchin old tapes of the greats The only hoop, was a milk crate, we practice late 'till like seven or eight, tryin to get in shape Like I got a cast on, tryin to catch me a break It all started put with a dream of being famous Making players on every other team know what my name is So I did my workout routines on the daily And no, I wasn't looking to clean, they didn't play me But soon as I jumped on the scene, they had to pay me I celebrated, got myself some bling, it was crazy Pregame warm-up, the trainer's stretching me A million on the line, plus the fame and legacy A pride much bigger than the name and cheddar though Cuz soon as they threw him in the game, I let it go Forever rated, I never hesitated Now my whole career is in drive, I'm designated [Chorus] You gotta come up, gotta put your life on the line To try to make it out the hood in these trifling times You gotta come up, you gotta makes some ends for your crew You got your whole block depending on you Look dog, get your game up, four hundred shots a day Letras de cancionesAnd you could hit 'em from a block away, that's what's up You gotta come up, you ready for the lime light You saying it's your time right [Juice] Back in college, I learned to hit a trey incredible Now I am one rich NBA professional Too quick, and even if you were to see a pass The next thing you know, you down thirty at the half And no it's not a game jo, he for real The top scorer but, he lead the league in steals The league endorsements, he really need the deals And it's all good 'cause he be hitting threes for real Plus, he get excited when he sees a mill To buy a crib for his momma just so she could chill As a kid he was cold, three degrees for real So that's why the necklace is freezing still And he ain't goin back to the hood he came from So don't be surprised how good the game come Lift off, watch me approach the skies And if I catch you trying to jump, you getting posterized [chorus] [Juice] I be dunking so much 'till it's hurtin my arm And I keep weighin millin like I work on a farm I know you saw me at the garden, lil' daddy I lit it up Dribble, got three seconds to get it up, to half court See, me losing, that's my last thought I jumped so high, I need a passport But not you, 'cause I could make you travel without one I win, you lose, the only possible outcomes Hit a couples treys on you player, that's six more Your coach cannot hit him when he shot with that clip board So you could let your whole click stick me But homeboy, you minimal wage, you six fifty You know why I ain't nice to opponents 'Cause I beeen waiting all my life for this moment Like I'm Phill Collins, still balling it's on And even when it's man to man, I still stay in my zone From Letras Mania