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Killa Klan

Juicy J2002年7月16日
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Killa Klan - Juicy J (裘西·J)

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Late last night

I was in the bed eyes red

Thinking about

Project Pat and

What that f**king jury said

Guilty what they gave him

Then they put him in handcuffs

Motherf**k them laws

I'ma make you put yo hands up

Don't 'cross the line

Yellow tape the police brand up

Outside the court

North memphis and we clanned up

I can be a leader bring

The heater like I'm Farrakhan

I can be a terrorist

To the government like a Taliban

Long as ya black

And you rich they put they targets on

Watching n**gas every move

Tappin' n**gas cell phones

Don't

 

Fall for the okie

Doke call

And I'll bring the dope

And we can smoke

Weed till the break of dawn

Trapped in this hood where

There ain't no motherf**king bond

And to that officer

I know your stompin' ground here

But If you ain't from my hood

Get yo a** from round here

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First I'm gonna catch the b**ch

Then I'm gonna beat the b**ch

Then I'm gonna bury b**ch

Shouldn't of been

Talkin' sh*t

Knew who you was f**king with

F**king with the f**king best

She who you f**king been

Now I'm aiming at yo chest

This goes out to all of y'all

All of y'all be talking sh*t

Slip the clip up in the gun

Then commence to bust a nig

Bust a nig at ya dawg

Watchin' you n**gas fall

Screamin' out like a b**ch

Mane that's just some petty sh*t

Petty sh*t

I'm into blood baths

I don't fight or punch ya

I'ma hit yo a**

With the f**king rocket launcher

Can you stand the pain

Insane bounty hunta

Stomp long see ya punk

Till ya unconscious

Throw you in the dumpster

Lord catch and conquer

Lord don't

Pistol play jump up

If ya want to

This is the under

Buried by yo momma

Not only do I murder mane

I also embalm ya

 

Hyde park

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Smokey city

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Watkins and brown

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Evergreen

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3rd ward

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Picture this you a juror

And you on the stand

 

And you 'bout to judge the life

Of a black man

Young brother from the hood made it rappin' and

With a knot

In his pocket weighing least a grand

Here's the story

He got caught

With some fire arms

By a crooked a** cop

With his siren on

He was known

As a felon made it bigger than state

The whole case turned fed

Made him lose his faith

Picture this now the judge

He got hatred for crooks

Because

Ten years ago

He was appointed by bush

Republican white man

And he don't give a f**k

If the guns wasn't his that was found in his truck

Prosecutors shady lawyers mane

Who can you trust

All this palm greasy sh*t

Mane it's bigger than us

Make you wanna be like f**k

It hit the trunk of the car

Deliberation it was time for the jury to start

 

Outro until end

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***歌詞來自第三方***