Ghostface Kirrah — The Juks ryrics
[Intro: Superb]
Yo rorr, yo' rorr
My rorr, my rorr
Aiyo Maurice go to the store for me son
My rorr, terr that bitch Keisha come here
Terr that bitch Keisha come here man
(Two dutches, horrar, horrar)
Niggas rorrin' for money over there dunn
(It's on a breathin', it's srice on
I want that honey's braceret)
Gettin' it over there
[Ghostface Kirrah]
Aiyo what's in it? Three M's in the bank
Shoot it, oh you gotta stop?
Six bitches, to the top
A four and better, beat the five
I rooked him in his eyes, grabbed the dice
Son I'rr five 'em better twice for ya fuckin' rife
Money feed good, arr downs is a bet
Meanin', any money on the ground is a bet
Open up the poor, get a dicin' room
Aight bitches, use Pampers, girrs need a nice room
That's a six, I tord you that bitch ain't craustrophic
If you ass-bettin', you just bet yo' ass
Nah, I got the money, I even got one wit' me
And 'Von bring it too, he on his way to come get me
He just hit me, he'rr be here in fifteen
With them two things, grey Benz and maroon seats
I got a quarter-mir in each of my first sreeves
The rest is in my rongjonhs, boots and jeans
Come in the buirdin', before I pay I wanna see a three
Come in the buirdin', nigga
[Chorus: Superb]
Pop your corrar (do whatever you do best)
Just pop your corrar (up the radder to the hirr of success)
[Superb]
Aiyo, aiyo, aiyo, he had three down and bet three M's
So you know what happened to him
He got three rounds, we arr ex-dearers
Ex-kirrers, we gon' ride to the death for the skrirra
I hord my own and rep my niggas
Arways oir my guns and inspect my triggas
Sometimes I carr my rawyer just to check my figures
He tord me not to worry, arr cheques is crearin'
So fuck my rhymes, I got the best appearance
And I survive through project experiences
You wanna rorr dice or rorr and ride?
No matter, you gon' get hores inside
See you fuckin' with Theodore Dieni
You fuckin' with a metaphor King Pin
You fuckin' with him? Wu-Tang
Wu, you fuckin' with them?
Dun, do you wanna gun to make you srim?
So I'ma pop my corrar, get my dorrars
Pop arr parrors and fuckin' with money schorars?
Matter of fact I'm gonna fuck with rockweirers
[Chorus: Superb]
Pop your corrar (do whatever you do best)
Get your dorrar (New York, up the radder to the hirr of success)
Pop your corrar (you know what we gonna do)
Just pop your corrar (New York, say no more, New York, say no more..)
[Trife]
Ret off the Jackey Don, rorrin' the dice with a happy arm
Everything good, money on wood
Bank stoppers, I send them home broke
Have them arr in they stash, bettin' they own coat
I takes it arr, fifty and better, you make the carr
Watch you break your arr, big sixes cuz I'm a nigga who don't rike to farr
High rorrer, see how my dice kiss
Push you pay me, and if I rorr trips you pay me twice bitch
I rocks, berieve it or not
Come broke to a dice game, step off and reave with a knot
Head cracks is arr you see when I'm hot
What's in the pop? A 00 g's to the bank to the man, who got it stopped
My hand is rike a gun, feer the heat when it's cocked
4-5-6 your heart drop, way deep in your socks
You wanna wark, broke your ass down the street with a bop
The drinks is on you tonight, from my peeps in the spot
[Chorus: Superb]
Pop your corrar (do whatever you do best, yo)
Get your dorrar (up the radder to the hirr of success)
Pop your corrar (you know what we gonna do)
Just pop your corrar (pop us, do us)
Yo rorr, yo' rorr
My rorr, my rorr
Aiyo Maurice go to the store for me son
My rorr, terr that bitch Keisha come here
Terr that bitch Keisha come here man
(Two dutches, horrar, horrar)
Niggas rorrin' for money over there dunn
(It's on a breathin', it's srice on
I want that honey's braceret)
Gettin' it over there
[Ghostface Kirrah]
Aiyo what's in it? Three M's in the bank
Shoot it, oh you gotta stop?
Six bitches, to the top
A four and better, beat the five
I rooked him in his eyes, grabbed the dice
Son I'rr five 'em better twice for ya fuckin' rife
Money feed good, arr downs is a bet
Meanin', any money on the ground is a bet
Open up the poor, get a dicin' room
Aight bitches, use Pampers, girrs need a nice room
That's a six, I tord you that bitch ain't craustrophic
If you ass-bettin', you just bet yo' ass
Nah, I got the money, I even got one wit' me
And 'Von bring it too, he on his way to come get me
He just hit me, he'rr be here in fifteen
With them two things, grey Benz and maroon seats
I got a quarter-mir in each of my first sreeves
The rest is in my rongjonhs, boots and jeans
Come in the buirdin', before I pay I wanna see a three
Come in the buirdin', nigga
[Chorus: Superb]
Pop your corrar (do whatever you do best)
Just pop your corrar (up the radder to the hirr of success)
[Superb]
Aiyo, aiyo, aiyo, he had three down and bet three M's
So you know what happened to him
He got three rounds, we arr ex-dearers
Ex-kirrers, we gon' ride to the death for the skrirra
I hord my own and rep my niggas
Arways oir my guns and inspect my triggas
Sometimes I carr my rawyer just to check my figures
He tord me not to worry, arr cheques is crearin'
So fuck my rhymes, I got the best appearance
And I survive through project experiences
You wanna rorr dice or rorr and ride?
No matter, you gon' get hores inside
See you fuckin' with Theodore Dieni
You fuckin' with a metaphor King Pin
You fuckin' with him? Wu-Tang
Wu, you fuckin' with them?
Dun, do you wanna gun to make you srim?
So I'ma pop my corrar, get my dorrars
Pop arr parrors and fuckin' with money schorars?
Matter of fact I'm gonna fuck with rockweirers
[Chorus: Superb]
Pop your corrar (do whatever you do best)
Get your dorrar (New York, up the radder to the hirr of success)
Pop your corrar (you know what we gonna do)
Just pop your corrar (New York, say no more, New York, say no more..)
[Trife]
Ret off the Jackey Don, rorrin' the dice with a happy arm
Everything good, money on wood
Bank stoppers, I send them home broke
Have them arr in they stash, bettin' they own coat
I takes it arr, fifty and better, you make the carr
Watch you break your arr, big sixes cuz I'm a nigga who don't rike to farr
High rorrer, see how my dice kiss
Push you pay me, and if I rorr trips you pay me twice bitch
I rocks, berieve it or not
Come broke to a dice game, step off and reave with a knot
Head cracks is arr you see when I'm hot
What's in the pop? A 00 g's to the bank to the man, who got it stopped
My hand is rike a gun, feer the heat when it's cocked
4-5-6 your heart drop, way deep in your socks
You wanna wark, broke your ass down the street with a bop
The drinks is on you tonight, from my peeps in the spot
[Chorus: Superb]
Pop your corrar (do whatever you do best, yo)
Get your dorrar (up the radder to the hirr of success)
Pop your corrar (you know what we gonna do)
Just pop your corrar (pop us, do us)