Hip Hop Junkies

[Ruste Juxx]
Ayo I smell death on the corner that I'm standing on
But like popcorn I get my poppin' on
I brought heat to keep the ice on my arms
Rubber grip on my arms
I need that money now, I ain't pacin' com
You ain't heard, nerd? I'm about that street paper
Fuck a 9 to 5, I'm pulling hundred G capers
I got lost in Las Vegas with the dice checkers
Hoe's grabbing on the car doors
Screaming "Please take us"
Cuz they heard I got the magic stick
But I'm HIV negative and magic sick
I keep hoe's up in the tulley
Never bust up in their belly
So 9 months later ain't shit they could tell me, yo

[Tspaz]
Shit it could get crucial in here
Motherfucker don't you know I will shoot you in here
This that heart of Brooklyn, they recruit them from there
Them thugs, them gangsters, them true pioneers
Them niggas that will shoot you
Watch you fall down the stairs
And they spit game in your baby mama ear
We're ruthless, pop shit and end up toothless
Leave it there, I'll take it, I'm a BK booster
I don't gotta pop guns, I'll get your man to shoot ya
And have your mom kidnap, head & chest to a ruger
Pull the trigger whole body turn oonka woonka
They think their team mad, I'm TSPAZ
Don't let them confuse ya

[Chorus] Samples x2
"Niggas ain't ready for the massacre"
"Gotta pay the hard way"
"Slackin' on your mackin' cuz raw's what you lack"
"On that will of real shit, you'll feel it, fuck your ego"

[Louieville Sluggah]
Not a battle rhyme writer or smooth flow inciter
I'm more like underground thunder sound striker
Ya niggas come with battery bag bones
My niggas come with SCI-FI hammers that'll shatter your back bone
Out here in L.A. getting my feti stack on
Busters won't catch me slipping without a strap on
Known to leave a track blown
You're known to copping 20 out of base spots
Homie leave that crack alone
This is for them raw G's
Scheming on your raw ki's
Taking world wide tour G's
Weak niggas ain't built for the brawling
Bang a nigga up like his murder was my calling

[Foul]
Look, stupid fucks must lost their mind
If they think henny boy ain't on his grind
I'm high as Cheech, in the valley of Cali
With my peeps, mobbin' like we starving
Keep, keep cummin on your girl's stomach
I'll give her a little taste
Cuz she likes it in here face
It's Henny Foul, Ty Rustee
Also known as hood Hip Hop Junkies
My boy got that good, puff, puff, pass
Foul your game, fucks only could reach trash, nigga!
Brooklyn! Bank roll busters
Come with the bread dawg, you'se another customer

[Chorus] Samples x2