Thanks For Havin' Me - Juice

It’s a Conglomerate thing for me man

For real.

It’s all about my crew.

CONGLOM

Wattup, J

Ever since the E2 tragedy

I ain’t been out much, damn you can’t be too mad at me

It’s impossible to fall, I see through gravity

Peripheral ridiculous, I peep fools after me

Creep through, wearing that deep blue, and actually

I don’t stop at red lights though, we move rapidly

And he who, cap at me, meet the new faculty

Bone crusher’s chat with me, I play the stoop happily

Love on the north side, like he’s a true ath-a-lete

DOn’t reach for the neck-a-lece G, the crew backing me

He seen who act and he snapping, he breazes through laughing

He sees D’s in back of him

Ice freeze half of his soul, cream stacking up

When I’m fiend and after that gold, your crew backing up tho'

Chains and rings, I leave half the scene massacred

Ching Ching playa, I’ll flash the bling back at ya, J

«I'm feeling like I got to be one of the hottest niggas in

The Chi, for real.

I don’t get mentions in all the magazines

And shit, but all the motherfuckers that rap know what’s up with

Your boy, for real.

I ain’t really never had a nigga say shit

To me out of pocket.

The one nigga that did, we got him on

Video tape.

So what?

huh»

He’s cool, he have to be, retooled his strategy

Started in nine-six, please do the math with me

He rule the masses, and he school the classes

He bleeds through his flanel, you see dude on channel three

You have to learn he grew to master me

Whoever want to step up, he lose catastrophy

Now-a-days you can’t creep through with half a key

How it plays is, they sleep you with apathy

NO empithy, I knew these dudes from back in the day

They want to greet you, get the cap and then spray

Then, they either leak you with the mack or the trey

Dudes in the hood like damn, what done happen to J

So, when they offer to meat you sporadically

Evaluate the offer then refuse emphatically

It’s all Juice’s, he rule dramatically

When I move, the streets move, you majesty, J

«Man, I swear to god, I got to be to this hip-hop shit

What bumping and those who high niggas is to the street

Shit, huh.

I’m to hip-hop what them niggas is to bricks

For real.

I just can’t see a nigga coming here fucking

With me man.

This is my shit for real.

I got the whole

City behind me.

Test me.»

In the rap game, name me who can rap with me

Verser are like art, each fueled with capistry

When I was broke on the street, crews would laugh at me

Now I sound dope on a beat, fools harassing me

Used to have coke on the street, dudes would gas at me

The thoughts of sane man, hit through insanity

What the hell happen to we true and family

They tried to bring they heat through and blast at me

Disrespect Hertz, I would eat food with chastity

Pitbull with Anthony, it’s deep, it’s how it have to be

Now I smoke with Cheetz do, it baffle me

When people that are famly sneak you to a tragedy

Chain still flawless, three jewel managerie

For deals, I’m the person to speak to contractually

Cats don’t even have enough rank to battle me

Juice the Infamous, peace, thanks for having me *Thanks*

«It ain’t a lot of motherfuckers out now that’s, making a

Whole song rhyme, you know what I’m saying.

I ain’t

Saying I’m hot, I’m just saying, listen to the words

For real.

I used to fuck with a lot of motherfuckers, back

In the day.

I think I was bigger than them niggas, for real

Hey 'Mac, this Conglomerate, for real.

What’s up, huh?

Niggas

Know.

All my niggas in LA, whattup cuz.

My 20's, my

School-yard crips, cuz.

All my bolzacs niggas, real

YEAH, know we do it like that.

Ok, whattup fo.

Shit real

Hey, Malik blessed the nigga with a jam, y’all got to buy

The album just for that.

Ah, that’s right.»