[Juice] BGirl? Uh JU Bgirl in the house Hey this goes out to all my writers in the house tonight...aight You ladies too Hey yall keep it tight Keep writin Keep learnin how to right Thats right Cant stop us...one nation..uh! [Verse 1] First I was born in America Made in a factory I been cloned and theres a million others comin after me And once Im put in the hands of the right person My ink gets incrested on property to cursin Since birth I was capped and sealed inside a package And business people tend to use me more than even rappers Now Im at your local drug store Office Depot Waitin to get barred or stole by all my people As soon as Im purchased I begin to get excited Simple scripture intricate I help my own to write it My makers they found a thousand ways to improve me And once Im in your paper its hard to remove me I come in every color scheme thats in the rainbow But black is most used thats just how the game goes Im at my best when my owner is obsessed with fame Skinny or fat Im all that and can you guess my name? [Juice] Hey yo this is for my writers my real graffiti writers Pump ya fist in the air throw up ya lighters We all got a little Bboy livin inside us So this is for my real graffiti writers [BGirl?] This for my writers my real graffiti writers Pump ya fist in the air throw up ya lighters We all got a little Bgirl livin inside us So this is for my writers, my writers, my writers [Verse 2] And all yall wanna know why Im so tough you ask Cuz Im permanent and sharp enough to cut through glass Im sharp enough to cut the blunt you use to puff indo Im the reason you can barely see out your bus window Whether you peace in the East or fresh in the West Go to school and you can see my influence on ya desk At most schools Im barred for being hardcore But your art teacher uses me to cut his cardboard Markers and pens they cool but isnt for me Cuz when I do my thing its a whole different story Spray paint and markers yeah they all the way live But when they get removed only whats scribed will survive Cops catch you with me and youll get the same heat And I help my owners rep it from clubs to train seats I wont tell you Im a stencil Ill let you pencil it in Cuz that glass is all Im ever really interested in [Juice] Hey yo this is for my writers my real graffiti writers Pump yall fist in the air throw up ya lighters We all got a little Bboy livin inside us So this is for my real graffiti writers Yo [BGirl?] This for my writers my real graffiti writers Pump ya fist in the air throw up ya lighters We all got a little Bgirl livin inside us So this is for my writers, my writers, my writers [Verse 3] Hey yo last but not least Im like a gun in ya hand I spit venom all day and I come in a can Im hip hop to the bone like the rhymes and the beats And Im always under pressure til the time of release I leave in bloody where Im aiming to Have him raining bluegreen or red I spit heat twice and plus Im flammable For hip hoppers Im whats sprayed most next to the lead For the gangsters Im how they show respect for they dead Im sold in over six million forty five places In the hood Im always used to immortalize faces Im culture pride from backpacks to napsacks And when Im done right all the work I do is that phat So whether you the best or you gonna be the tightest This is for my writers my real graffiti writers Just hold ya hand steady and whatever the day Shake me up a couple times and then Im ready to spray [Juice] Hey yo this is for my writers my real graffiti writers Pump yall fist in the air throw up ya lighters We all got a little Bboy livin inside us So this is for my real graffiti writers Yo [BGirl?] This for my writers my real graffiti writers Pump ya fist in the air throw up ya lighters We all got a little Bgirl livin inside us So this is for my writers, my writers, my writers [Juice] Hey yo this is for my writers my real graffiti writers Pump yall fist in the air throw up ya lighters We all got a little Bboy livin inside us So this is for my real graffiti writers Yo [BGirl?] This for my writers my real graffiti writers Pump ya fist in the air throw up ya lighters We all got a little Bgirl livin inside us So this is for my writers, my writers, my writers
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