Juicy J - One Thousand Lyrics

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Yo, my lil' bro Wiz just uh
Poured me some champagne, man, appreciate that, bro
I first spit some real shit, man, you know what I'm saying so uh, you know
We trippy, getting fucked up
You know what I'm saying?

Roll 'em up, pop 'em up
Roll 'em up, pop 'em up
Roll 'em up, pop 'em up
That the business, get the business up
Roll 'em up, pop 'em up
Roll 'em up, pop 'em up
Roll 'em up, pop 'em up
That the business, get the business up

Trippy niggas
Real shit, real shit, let's get it

Scared young nigga, let me put you on to the game
Fuck who you think they know, make sure they know your name
No trusting a nigga, don't trust in a nigga
A nigga might come back and bust all you niggas
And these hoes shy, make sure you get a price
Before you roll the dice, ratchet ass hoes
Pocket full of money, know a lil' somethin'
Life getting silly, you get more for a bundle
Take it from me pimping, me, I'm not so different
The way I hear we don't consider that lyrics
Fuck that bitch, mistreat that bitch
Say it again, say that shit again
If they start telling, give 'em the barrel end
Give your all again, and this will never end
It's the different type of heaven for a man and a pimp
Our B champ balling,these niggas still sick

I'm so turnt up, I won't turn down

Not that Charlie Button so don't play with me
Guns like roommates, they stay with me
Plenty goons and they gonna spray with me
Nigga I'm 1000, I'mma stay a G
Not that Charlie Button so don't play with me
Guns like roommates, they stay with me
Plenty goons and they gonna spray with me
Nigga I'm 1000, I'mma stay a G

Nigga pick the wrong day for they fuck shit
He mustn't heard I'm 'bout that fuck shit
Baby choppa, fresh out the box, nigga
You was hard then now you acting box nigga
I'm on the beam, I wanna pop a nigga
I blink my eyes, my youngin' shot the nigga
Balling on these haters, I don't need a gym
Shooting, shooting at your ass like you a rim
Put your ass up like you took a swing
Choppa chop 'em down, call him a limb
Trippy ass niggas turnt up gin
Killers finding where you live then they going in
Run up in your shit, take your presidents
Kill everybody, no evidence
North Memphis, we don't talk, we murk a bitch
44 killer David Berkowitz

I'm so turnt up, I won't turn down

Not that Charlie Button so don't play with me
Guns like roommates, they stay with me
Plenty goons and they gonna spray with me
Nigga I'm 1000, I'mma stay a G
Not that Charlie Button so don't play with me
Guns like roommates, they stay with me
Plenty goons and they gonna spray with me
Nigga I'm 1000, I'mma stay a G

I'm so turnt up, I won't turn down

I'mma stay a G
I'mma stay a G
I'mma stay a G
I'mma stay a G


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