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Juice Video (MV)




Performed By: Juliano DaApe
Language: English
Length: 3:06
Written by: Julio Negron




Juliano DaApe - Juice Lyrics
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The Arm Legga Legga, praise ta Tron Mega
The don clever snake bodies DaGod sever
Medic on the scene anytime that the pound raise
Givin' you gause and tapin' ya chest like Soundwave
A clown brave if he come for the king
Dumpin' the thing, if we box leave you slumped in the ring
You fake thugged out, the moment I ride by
You seize up like gang signs or high tide
Yo. In dark rooms you'll crack tell a lot to feds
Cartoon leave his dome Smurf Papa red
I bark goons, the chrome claim a lot of heads
Act like I'm Bishop look more like I'm Radamez
You thrown from the roof, who got the juice
I decide which punks die, who got the noose
I sail mcs, competitors to tell you the truth
I been killin' ya catalog since DaGod was a youth
I'm equipped with a style it take an army to stop
A shot have your contents spillin' onto the block
Problem or not DaGod stay palmin' a glock
You killed by half of the Clips like Adonnis's pops
(YUUGH)
Tearin' ya dome when I'm bearin' the chrome
Wearin' a stone that's flown from Sierra Leone
I spot 'em jockin' a style, I'm airin' a clone
You dont write, a poltergeist preparing ya poems
9 in my grip, Long barrel lies in the whip
It rise from the hip, fear paralyzin' ya click
Robbin' a vic', he broke, then he hearin' the blick
Pack scope get 'em clipped like the ears of a pit
I'm mad smart with the flows like I'm Frasier
Mouth hold a little bit of gold with a razor
Hard ta miss, pack a pole with a laser
So thank God if it ever blows and it graze ya
I keep a hand on ya throat, take your Canada coat
From Naptown but I never been a fan of the Colts
Cousin of Christ, The Lamb be the fam' of the GOAT
Fight well but I keep a big hammer to tote
Throw the Sig on your lip like a chain smoker
Pretty thang toter, no choker the chain hang over
Devour beats when I recite for hours
On the block duckin' from the Cee Cipher Power
The repercussion of a thief biting ours
A new grave and bouquets of three types of flowers
Poppin' a slug, Hip Hop is my drug
You can never take this style that I got from the mud
Your blood drip and y'all drain, I'm sick of y'all games
Pack something with power to bend a large frame
You doubled in pain you try ta get DaGod's chain
You headless from the hollow, pah, Icahbad Krane
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The Arm Legga Legga, praise ta Tron Mega
The don clever snake bodies DaGod sever
Medic on the scene anytime that the pound raise
Givin' you gause and tapin' ya chest like Soundwave
A clown brave if he come for the king
Dumpin' the thing, if we box leave you slumped in the ring
You fake thugged out, the moment I ride by
You seize up like gang signs or high tide
Yo. In dark rooms you'll crack tell a lot to feds
Cartoon leave his dome Smurf Papa red
I bark goons, the chrome claim a lot of heads
Act like I'm Bishop look more like I'm Radamez
You thrown from the roof, who got the juice
I decide which punks die, who got the noose
I sail mcs, competitors to tell you the truth
I been killin' ya catalog since DaGod was a youth
I'm equipped with a style it take an army to stop
A shot have your contents spillin' onto the block
Problem or not DaGod stay palmin' a glock
You killed by half of the Clips like Adonnis's pops
(YUUGH)
Tearin' ya dome when I'm bearin' the chrome
Wearin' a stone that's flown from Sierra Leone
I spot 'em jockin' a style, I'm airin' a clone
You dont write, a poltergeist preparing ya poems
9 in my grip, Long barrel lies in the whip
It rise from the hip, fear paralyzin' ya click
Robbin' a vic', he broke, then he hearin' the blick
Pack scope get 'em clipped like the ears of a pit
I'm mad smart with the flows like I'm Frasier
Mouth hold a little bit of gold with a razor
Hard ta miss, pack a pole with a laser
So thank God if it ever blows and it graze ya
I keep a hand on ya throat, take your Canada coat
From Naptown but I never been a fan of the Colts
Cousin of Christ, The Lamb be the fam' of the GOAT
Fight well but I keep a big hammer to tote
Throw the Sig on your lip like a chain smoker
Pretty thang toter, no choker the chain hang over
Devour beats when I recite for hours
On the block duckin' from the Cee Cipher Power
The repercussion of a thief biting ours
A new grave and bouquets of three types of flowers
Poppin' a slug, Hip Hop is my drug
You can never take this style that I got from the mud
Your blood drip and y'all drain, I'm sick of y'all games
Pack something with power to bend a large frame
You doubled in pain you try ta get DaGod's chain
You headless from the hollow, pah, Icahbad Krane
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Writer: Julio Negron
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