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my hood - juicy j lyrics

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[intro]
we have a crime alert for north memphis, where police are looking for several suspects
following a shooting outside a popular convienence store
the victim was taken to the hospital in critical condition
police believe he got caught in the middle of the crossfire as two groups of men started shooting at each other
at least four suspects ran away on **** while several others got away in a **** suv
breakin’ down some reefer, rollin’ up a sweet*ah
ridin’ through the street*ah, chiefin’ like a heat*ah
breakin’ down some reefer, rollin’ up a sweet*ah
ridin’ through the street*ah, chiefin’ like a heat*ah

[chorus]
them north memphis n*ggas, north memphis n*ggas
you know a n*gga pimpin’, know a n*gga pimpin’
show up with them pistols, show out on that liquor
got freaky ratchet b*tches, but you cannot kiss ’em
them north memphis n*ggas, north memphis n*ggas
you know a n*gga pimpin’, know a n*gga pimpin’
show up with them pistols, show out on that liquor
got freaky ratchet b*tches, but you cannot kiss ’em

[verse 1]
mm*mm, n*gga, we be poppin’ different, holla at boppers different
keep that lil’ p90 rocket, n*gga, fit in my pocket, n*gga
every song, you hear that “mafia,” them checks ain’t stoppin’, n*gga
ain’t n0body got the drop on n*ggas, i move proper, n*gga
catch me mobbin’ in a urus, n*gga, like a tourist, n*gga
in morocco with my kids, ho, ferris wheel flow
lawyers blowin’ up my phone tryna close a deal, ho
smoke a whole pound of wax ‘fore i die from pills, ho
all my businesses printin’ that money, b*tch, you a counterfeit
i don’t like your vibes, ho, i’m too high for this
smokin’ opps from the sideline like i’m coach prime (haha)
lookin’ at my watch line, this sh*t my time, broke b*tch
[chorus]
them north memphis n*ggas, north memphis n*ggas
you know a n*gga pimpin’, know a n*gga pimpin’
show up with them pistols, show out on that liquor
got freaky ratchet b*tches, but you cannot kiss ’em
them north memphis n*ggas, north memphis n*ggas
you know a n*gga pimpin’, know a n*gga pimpin’
show up with them pistols, show out on that liquor
got freaky ratchet b*tches, but you cannot kiss ’em

[verse 2]
your b*tch love a c*cky n*gga, she suck sloppy, n*gga
wanna f*ck me to a love song, get my thug on
tongue ring with the diamond in it, my d*ck shinin’ different
f*ck her weave off her nappy head ’til her mattress dead
man, i know a whole gang of k!llers and some babysitters
f*ck with mine, ain’t no life savers, n*gga, taste the flavors, n*gga
i got platinum hits, you drop flops, these n*ggas carbon copy, n*gga
n*ggas done used my style too long, time to stop it, n*gga (stop)
n*gga, i been up since seventeen, money*makin’ n*gga
from north memphis, tennessee, my jersey sold out every week
ain’t no talk of mvp unless you n*ggas mention me
all my finger rings flooded, look like championship to me

[outro]
them north memphis n*ggas, north memphis n*ggas
ridin’ through the street*ah, chiefin’ like a heat*ah
breakin’ down some reefer, rollin’ up a sweet*ah
ridin’ through the street*ah, chiefin’ like a heat*ah

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