City of CHI - Juice, Molemen

Skills unimagined, I’m still young and bragging

Ill when I tag 'em, I kill one and bag 'em

Use steel guns and it’s real fun to drag 'em

Should’ve seen me in L.A., real young and sagging

Still got a fascination and infatuation

With guns and rap cats need maturation

My gat’s inpatient

Ten cats are waiting

When it’s jet black I just set traps and chase 'em

Squads are dead, Juice bob ya head

Cats can’t rap y’all should get a job instead

I fuck hoes with the waves, beehives and dreads

Ten hut now, do what the Sargent said

Bars are spit for big body cars and whips

(And who else)

The thick hotties, broads and chicks

Roll deep when I mob, I shook you son

And I’ma roll another J before the hook get done

You got the mighty Mid-west in the house tonight

So

Lock your doors, turn out your lights

Thugs

Cock your fours, nigga aim 'em high

Lock shit down in the name of Chi

Chi-Town

Chi-Town give me love tonight

Cats smoke all day, hit the clubs at night

Hoes

All my ladies look pretty and fly

And it all goes down in the city of Chi

I’m back like P.E., I’m higher than ever

I’m what happen when you put herb and fire together

Flier than ever

Name brand attire forever

Catch J.U.

at Bloomingdales, buying a leather

J.U.

get lifted like airplane pilots

Shit the purple haze will prolly turn my brain violet

Knock knock, who is it?

My Glock cock exquisite

Like Dairy Queen, niggas can not stop the blizzard

Cut from divine cloth, I get my rhymes off

Gotta pay for 16, every single line costs

I keep heats, freak beats, heat deep

Rap like I’m in a deep sleep, heat seek

Like Caravans

We the ones to Dodge

And we What’s Happening now like Rerun and Rog'

Motherfucker

Now I’m at the studio mixing tye with herbs

Too high with words, too fly with verbs

Juice will have you looking like you been a bomb victim

I can barely hear rappers like intercom systems

Creep low (like) like niggas looking through the peep hole

Your girl was kind of shallow but the cootchie kind of deep though

And trust me, the real blunt session is next

I’m live in effect, no special effects

There’s no testing the best, J. fresh in the flesh

Niggas stepping to the left, shit I’m Deffer than Jeff

So fuck it

Who’s next up to battle the champ?

I’ll have your ass in the corner like a halogen lamp

I’m a 100% heroin, full strength

While your snippet tape sound better than your full length

What you know about flow?

peep the way I crouch low

Like the dragon

Slit a niggas throat and then I’m outro