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going through sum sh.. - juicy j lyrics

[intro]
mane when my momma passed away, it sent me to a dark place

[verse 1]
going through some sh*t real n*ggas only deal with
life is a b*tch, you still f*ck her on a period
cold in these streets a n*gga hungry for that meal ticket
racing for this cash i ain’t got no f*cking k!ll switch
back against the wall n*ggas plottin’ on my riches
gotta watch these n*ggas i see gators from a distance
catch and cook they ass, get lil momma make some biscuits
when you come from the memphis n*ggas eat the competition
icy ghetto bling n*gga i’m way too luxurious
my weed got diamonds in it i get high and delirious
black as eddie murphy but my joker’s way to serious
when bullets get to flying n*ggas start to disappear and sh*t
n*ggas in they feelings you so mothaf*ckin’ curious
bet they be talkin’ ’bout me then they say that they be hearing sh*t
[interlude]
what type of n*ggas is y’all? shut the f*ck up

[chorus]
watch you come around you can’t be f*cking with these b*tches
working with some police man these n*ggas is some piglets
can’t talk on the phone n*ggas out here hearing “cl!ck, cl!ck”
moving like a don you ain’t running from no heat, heat
watch you come around you can’t be f*cking with these b*tches
working with some police man these n*ggas is some piglets
can’t talk on the phone n*ggas out here hearing “cl!ck, cl!ck”
moving like a don you ain’t running from no heat, heat

[verse 2]
i ain’t quick to trust a b*tch, that ain’t part of the experience
f*ck ’em fast and furious, point, blank, period
hoes that’s in your business be the ones your n*ggas sleeping with
fly to get your trust and swallow nuts and get you k!lled quick
ain’t no time for sucka sh*t, we’re no bucket, b*tch boy
if you ain’t at the top than you ain’t the one they f*cking with
it’s rules to this sh*t, keep a chopper and a zip
with extendo smoking indo, out the end zone i don’t miss
kiss my daughter every morning she know daddy out to get
every time i leave a house i gotta watch out for a snitch
i pulled up in that h*llcat man that b*tch is a witch
i started demon time n*gga i’m three six
you’re looking at hood rich, i might take your sh*t
slap a hating ass n*gga watch him cry like a b*tch
middle finger mothaf*cka you a hoe and a trick
tear the f*ckin’ club up when this play that sh*t
[chorus]
watch you come around you can’t be f*cking with these b*tches
working with some police man these n*ggas is some piglets
can’t talk on the phone n*ggas out here hearing “cl!ck, cl!ck”
moving like a don you ain’t running from no heat, heat
watch you come around you can’t be f*cking with these b*tches
working with some police man these n*ggas is some piglets
can’t talk on the phone n*ggas out here hearing “cl!ck, cl!ck”
moving like a don you ain’t running from no heat, heat

- juicy j lyrics

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