Juice Songtext
von Ces Cru feat. Tech N9ne

Give me, give me, give me the juice
Give me, give me, give me, give me the juice


Another day in the life, no time for play I′m tryin' to cake
High stakes survival, increasing my fire rate
Eyes dilated, aim my sight fly straight
If I ever want my record to see the light of day
I′mma find a way, weight of the world need a lift
If we carry bags I know we gon' need a tip
You're free to give my man but I don′t need a disk
With the grip of tracks, it′s really nothing for me to skip
We the creed of a better breed and you never read and
Since you never see it son that's, if′n you ever see us
My nemesis, why you being a Ebenezer?
I'll be seein′ sights sippin on somethin' with señoritas
Pro political peace, let ′em read
With a Palestinian, Israeli or Lebanese
Behold the horse I'm paler to ever be
I'm tryin to catch some while I′m sailing the seven seas
I float my friends, scuttle my enemies and we
Constantly in the struggle for energy
I rock steadily in the spot ready or not
Pushin′ my pronouns for plenty plenty a pop
I'm getting guap my man I got plans
To cop land away and lay in in the hot sand
I ′Know the Ledge', playin′ my Roxanne
Another dollar another day in the rock band
It's juice!

Give me, give me, give me the juice
Give me, give me, give me the juice


Crawling out of the casket, I woke from madness
I′ve been in the media feeding off the sadness
If any an enemy coming rattling as if
He ready for Armageddon now wet him in acid
I've been in the back bitch, playing the sidekick
Surprised they realize the size of my dick
They blog and criticize the lines of my shit
Straddle up on a iron alone and you ride dick
Better get him a stretcher, an oxygen mask
Socks and gym bags, box of Slim Fast
I lose dead weight, got a lot to get past
For all that hate, I'm about to get cash
I ain′t got a chain yet, you′re hearing the same vet
Could say that I'm lucky I made it out of a train wreck
Want me to speed it up motherfucker it ain′t Tech
It's Godemis idiots study up on on the name check!
I zone in the canvas, I′m in the paint, they ain't -- ready
I spray seven or eight I′m alive to aim steady
It's like me and Jason using the same 'chete
So ′Raw′ I'm ′Delirious' nigger it ain′t Eddie!
It don't matter I don′t chatter at all to y'all
The new data is out of an old catalog
The instinct is that of an old rabid dog
Who might have been good on that day but he got it all
That's juice!

Give me, give me, give me the juice
Give me, give me, give me the juice

Wakin′ ′em up, shakin' the fuck
Outta pagans that are mating fornicatin′
With hate and sick lust
Eatin' bloody steak and bacon with Satan
They can abrup-tly be taken by Yates
And I′m placin' this blade in his guts
Invasion to us slegna, raisin′ a cup, here's to
Layin' the blade to they who bathin′ in blood bedlam
Might behead ya psyches dead for life he bled
But Ike said to knife these negras!
Bright been away for the night, I′m a sinner
Hey my inner light went astray, see the fright
I generate ... I innovate in a fight, I'mma incinerate a mic!
Men obey when I write they disintegrate!
It′s over, soul of a soldier
Chose to be cold and overload ya with vulgar
S'posed to be old but the flows gettin′ bolder
And hoes lose they clothes never holdin' they composure
That′s juice! ... Bitch!

Give me, give me, give me the juice
Give me, give me, give me the juice