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Give me, give me, give me the juice Give me, give me, give me, give me the juice (Verse 1: Ubiquitous) Another day in the life, no time for play I'm tryin' to cake, High stakes survival, increasing my fire rate Eyes dilated, aim my sight fly straight If I ever want my record to see the light of day I'mma find a way, weight of the world need a lift If we carry bags I know we gon' need a tip, You're free to give my man but I don't need a disk, With the grip of tracks, it's really nothing for me to skip, We the creed of a better breed and you never read and Since you never see it son that's, if'n you ever see us, My nemesis, while you bein' a Ebenezer I’ll be seein' sights sippin on somethin' with señoritas, Pro-political peace, let 'em read With a Palestinian, Israeli or Lebanese, Behold the horse I'm paler to ever be I'm tryin' to catch some while I'm sailing the seven seas I float my friends, scuttle my enemies and we Constantly in the struggle for energy, I rock steadily in the spot ready or not Pushin' my pronouns for plenty plenty a pop, I'm getting guap my man I got plans To cop land away and lay in in the hot sand, Letras de cancionesI 'Know the Ledge' and I'm, playin' my Roxanne, Another dollar another day in the rock band, It's juice! (Hook) Give me, give me, give me the juice Give me, give me, give me the juice (Verse 2: Godemis) Crawling out of a casket, I woke from madness, I've been in the media feeding off the sadness, If any an enemy coming rattling as if, He ready for Armageddon now wet him in acid I've been in the back bitch, playing the sidekick Surprised they realize the size of my dick, They blog and criticize the lines of my shit, Straddle up on a iron alone and you ride dick, Better get him a stretcher, an oxygen mask, Socks and gym bags, box of Slim Fast, I lose dead weight, got a lot to get past, For all that hate, I'm about to get cash, I ain't got a chain yet, you're hearing the same vet, Could say that I'm lucky I made it out of a train wreck, Want me to speed it up motherfucker it ain't Tech It's Godemis idiots study up on on the name check! I zone in the canvas, I'm in the paint, they ain't -- ready I spray seven or eight I'm alive to aim steady It's like me and Jason using the same 'chete, So 'Raw' I'm 'Delirious' nigger it ain't Eddie! It don't matter I don't chatter at all to y'all, The new data is out of an old catalog, The instinct is that of an old rabid dog, Who might have been good on that day, but he got it all That's juice! (Hook) Give me, give me, give me the juice Give me, give me, give me the juice (Verse 3: Tech N9ne) Wakin' him up, shakin' the fuck Outta Pagans that are mating fornicatin' With hate and sick lust, Eatin' bloody steak and bacon with Satan They can abrup-tly be taken by Yates And I'm placin' this blade in his guts, Amazing to us sleknov raisin' a cup here's to, Layin' the blade today who bathin' in blood Bedlam, Might behead ya psyches dead for life he bled But Ike said to knife these Negras! Bright ran away for the night I'm a sinner Hate my inner light when I stray see the fright, I generate ... I innovate in the fight I'mma incinerate a mic! Men obey when I write they disintegrate! It's over, soul of a soldier Chose to be cold and overload ya with vulgar S'posed to be old but the flows gettin' bolder And hoes lose they clothes never holdin' they composure That's juice! ... Bitch! (Hook) Give me, give me, give me the juice Give me, give me, give me the juice From Letras Mania