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Hey, Juice, this you, baby? Why you let the suckers clip you? Why you do that to me? Every time I need that thang, bitch, you do it to me Livin' through me, got a Mozzy chain For you gang and on your grave When your son get of age, I'ma give it to him Why you let the suckers clip you? Why you do that to me? Every time I need that thang, bitch, you do it to me Livin' through me, got a Mozzy chain For you gang and on your grave When your son get of age, I'ma give it to him Yeah, somebody gotta dive, one of mines fall Gotta drop off his loud, he shoulda signed off Damn, I just saw that boy break a talon off Damn, he only brung a P, like I won't buy 'em all Fire off, murder on my mind, what you wired off? She don't play with registers, wholesale, the sliders off Fuck you, I ain't tryna talk, nigga, way past that I ain't tryna hear G-O-D, you better bag back Caught him at the KFC by Hurley, he got cracked at Niggas makin' statements for the pressure then retract that Harley went to school, but doggy knew what's in that backpack From Hell Gang, Mozzy, never find me on no rat facts I'm Bloods, I get hella bills sold with these drugs Letras de cancionesThey say absolute loyalty is worth a pound of love We really come from nothing, oh, they scared to crown a thug I'm up a class ranking, I can't be around no duds Why you let the suckers clip you? Why you do that to me? Every time I need that thang, bitch, you do it to me Livin' through me, got a Mozzy chain For you gang and on your grave When your son get of age, I'ma give it to him Why you let the suckers clip you? Why you do that to me? Every time I need that thang, bitch, you do it to me Livin' through me, got a Mozzy chain For you gang and on your grave When your son get of age, I'ma give it to him My heart invested, I might cry a lil' bit But it's the game and I just pray that I don't pay for all I did Took the hood on tour, yeah, I paid for all them trips It's HGM, we the ones that paved the way for all that shit Real big dog, these forces ain't gon' fit y'all Present for the kick-off and they know where they shit falls Hey, I was taught to make the bed in which you choose to lay They say it's paper on my head, but shit has been delayed Hey, how you supposed to say this nigga tryna kill us? How you cross your big bro like I ain't got no feelings? It's empire till they smoke me, nigga, drop the million I don't even cop no old-school if your own crop ain't sellin' We pop the seal and never measure when we tilt the spillage Sprinkle my ashes on the beach, I'm from a sacred village Miniature Kada on display, a nigga can't conceal it He made sure everybody ate, so how he ain't the realest? You ain't familiar with it Why you let the suckers clip you? Why you do that to me? Every time I need that thang, bitch, you do it to me Livin' through me, got a Mozzy chain For you gang and on your grave When your son get of age, I'ma give it to him Why you let the suckers clip you? Why you do that to me? Every time I need that thang, bitch, you do it to me Livin' through me, got a Mozzy chain For you gang and on your grave When your son get of age, I'ma give it to him From Letras Mania