Lyrics Juice Back - Nasty C
Nasty
C]
Man
man
man
you
should
hate
yourself
Look
in
to
a
mirror
nigga
rate
yourself
Look
at
the
shit
that
we
doing,
motivate
yourself
Brace
yourself
I
done
got
ma
motherfucking
juice
back
(yeah)
I
done
got
ma
motherfucking
juice
back
(I
Got
Ma
Juice)
I
done
got
ma
juice
back
I
done
got
ma
motherfucking
juice
back
Motherfucking.
Juice,
juice,
juice
juice
juice,
juice,
juice
Ok
juice
Back
in
the
game
like
it's
twister
my
nigga
Right
on
the
spot
like
it's
twister
my
nigga,
get
it
I
been
under
pressure
lately,
a
bit
too
much
to
make
a
diamond
If
it's
estimated,
a
bit
too
much
to
weigh
the
music
and
the
school
shit
And
it's
all
because
I
try
to
balance
both,
like
I
have
to
make
it
I
need
a
lot
of
hate
for
the
stress,
I'm
givin
out
a
lot
of
babies
everyday
She
blowing
up
my
phone
with
the
text,
like
she
think
she
got
a
baby
on
the
way
I
tried
to
tell
her
to
get
rid
of
it,
but
all
she
do
is
call
me
ignorant
We
always
fighting
over
some
little
shit,
I'm
cold
heart,
I'm
evil
I'm
inconsiderate,
and
I'll
be
god
damned,
I
can't
worry
bout
pampers
The
weight
on
my
shoulders
is
just
enough
damage,
I
dropped
a
hell
of
a
tape
Took
a
break,
now
I'm
working
on
something
to
match
it
Me
that
rude
boy
name
major
is
major,
that
happens
when
talent
is
natural
I
got
my
juice
and
its
time
I
say
something
to
these
rappers
Something
to
these
rappers
I
drop
that
Price
City
mixtape,
and
then
a
nigga
went
silent
I
did
way
too
many
niggas
a
solid,
when
bae
told
me
she
feeling
nauteous,
I
prayed
to
God
and
he
responded
I
been
feeling
way
way
way
way
up
Getting
cake,
but
I
only
let
them
see
the
cookie
jar,
working
in
private
I
never
bothered
nobody
but,
I
still
wish
a
nigga
would
up
on
a
shooting
star
Nigga
You
drop
one
song
that
they
don't
fuck
wit
and
they
gone
hate
you
Them
niggas
ain't
fam
to
me,
if
that
blood
ain't
thicker
then
yellow
pages
Fuck
it
I'll
bleed
out
an
ocean,
my
niggas
humble
until
you
provoking
My
little
nigga
stronger
man
this
is
what
I
told
them
The
grass
is
only
greener,
when
you
smoking,
nigga,
so
I
be
where
the
garden
at
Had
you
check
my
pockets
and
they
feeling
like
a
parliament,
pardon
that
But
when
you
buzzing
look
at
how
they
try
to
call
you
back
And
the
real
ones
that
with
you
won't
run,
Who
ever's
there
now
Should
have
been
there
from
one,
some
will
ride
with
you,
and
some
will
ride
on
you,
What
goes
around,
comes
back
around
like
a
blunt,
nigga
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