Juice Crew Dis - Cool C

Must be talking about me

The one and only almighty Cool C

You’re reaching for your goal now I’m reaching for mine

Yo you can kiss me where the sun don’t shine

Don’t sit there looking dumb

It seems you forgot where you came from

You and Shante I know where you got your start

Right here in Philly on Pop Art

What I’m saying is true, you’re just illing

Label to label, Bridge to Cold Chillin'

I’m standing here telling you the deal

And I’m going by what my heart feel

J-u-ice is what I’m serving

Listen to the rhyme cause it’s self deserving

Come to the show bringing all my boys

The Juice Crew won’t you (kill that noise)

I’m rocking all parties and I’m dissing juice

The Juice Crew Dis so I gotta get loose

Listen close to the rhyme cause I’m doing the do

It may be a story but it’s all true

Jack, you’re all about fronting

Before you met L.G.

you was nothing

Living in a project looking for more

Yours was D9, Shante’s on the sixth floor

You went with her to every show

But Shante’s nothing but a (project ho)

Just ask Marley, I know he heard

Ask him if he did it (W-w-word-word!)

Boy, you want to do this right

We can drink Pepsi and then we’ll fight

But I’m not making nothing on the mellow side

But something definitely to hurt your pride

You can get mad, scream and have a fit

But I don’t give a bit cause I ain’t hopping your bandwagon

You soft sucker you ain’t nothing but a itchbay

I come from Philly so ixnay the idgebray

Six rhymes ready and I bet I won’t miss

My name is Cool C and this is Juice Crew Dis

Boy playing games, do you wanna play

I know everybody knows around your way

That day you got dropped off NIA

I know never in your life will you forget that day

Sucker you know I’m dissing

It’s all facts so you better listen

Wouldn’t you believe it, I’m taking you out

The Juice Crew Dis is what it’s all about

First in line man you know it’s you

Ha ha man your butt is through

The true story’s being told to the world

While you’re out on tour I don’t want your stinking girl

It’s dedicated to you, you chump

You hear my record, I bet Kool-Aid pumps

I’m dissing you and I ain’t thinking twice

This time boy, you better be nice

Sucker, I got a lot of spunk

When I get on stage, I ain’t popping no junk

I don’t know how hard you can max

But you best believe it boy, your butt’ll get waxed

I hope you went to school and learned comprehension

Cause these are facts that I’m not scared to mention

It’s a true rumor that’s going around

That I’m stating facts that you’re not down

Cause when it comes to dissing, jack I don’t play

Cause y’all ain’t nothing but anyway

(Have a nice day)