[Speaking]
New Juice, the CONGLOMERATE, come on
[Verse 1]
Now sometimes, you got to fight it out
Find something how to write about and white it out
It ain`t too many things I ain`t seen or done
Cream and guns, I`m feeling like our rap dreams have begun
The scene is upon us, the green is enormous
I`m god`s law, you could read me in your tauris
You could call me, when it`s a weed shortage
I breez through artists, It`s funny and shit, they wanna
Alter a nigga, when my money`s legit
I guess they must`ve thought that I was fucking with Knicks
Shit, they should`ve caught me when I was bringing bricks in
Right past customs,driving them to chicks in
Now I`m in the big Benz, stacking sick ends
And just wait, loyalties ain`t even kicked in
And young jackers get immortalized forever at twenty-one
I used to move more damn weight than anyone
[Chorus]
Give it all you got, no matter what you do
You got to keep it real with yourself
One shot at the top, you never got two
I`ll let you know the deal
Give it all you got, no matter what you do
You got to keep it real
It`s one shot at the top, you never get two
No time to chill nigga
[Verse 2]
In my crib, use big screens is my rule
Yo boy got more sixteens than high school
More twenty-two`s than college, I drop jewels
Fools refuse to use the knowledge
I used to set up whole schools in the projects
When niggas is dead broke, hoes viewed as objects
Opps, I just contradicted myself, who the fuck am I to teach
I`m afflicted myself, at least I`m rich
You gonna get priced out if you try
Two point seven, I`m iced out in july
Sometimes, taking the right rout, you do right
Chuchu breaking the pipe out, my crew high
I send this one out to Chi
Approach CONGLOM wrong, no doubts you die
The second live don`t just drop out the sky
I ain`t took the game yet, but I`m out to try, nigga
[Chorus]
[Verse 3]
I`m adjacent to myself, with the spirit that I rhyme with
My Movado is broken, my lyrics are timeless
I`m with the great ones, whoever you call great
But niggas always got their hands out like All State
I`m like Excuse me G, I don`t fuckin know ya
I can`t do nothing for ya.
I`m not the nigga to depend on
Because before I let you eat, I`m gonna have to put my friends on
I might rush you through the crowd, and write ten songs
Or air it out, I`m just trying to see the endzone
Or you can kind of say, I`m kind of like the goal post
I`m always up-right with it when I hold toast
Mr. Gold Coast, rocking a chain
I`m hot like flame, with no block to claim
Em know me, and Jin knows of me
One in a million like the great ten Moseley
Kan` Know me, Kanye Knows me
Twista know me, It`s ya homie
Slum know me, Dilated do
Jurassic 5, since way back in eighty-two
Xzibit know me, Tash, Jeru and Ino
Royce, what up cuz, you need to holla at yo people
To all my underground niggas that I started with
You know the battle cat, I`ll show you who the artist is
He grew up claiming BZT
When Rio was gettin bone-taste from Eazy-E
So nigga please, let me be me
Somewhere between fifty and BDP, lies me
I`ll leave your vocal cords come in a loose
I am not the one to comfront in the booth
King of freestyle, I`ve done it as a youth
And I don`t know a motherfucker that want it with Juice
[Chorus]
[Juice speaking]
That`s real. Yea. Emmaculate on the beat. Whattup nigga
Conglomerate. J U, I haven`t even started my rain, I`m
only drizzling man. Ah, Oh-five, so live
