[Verse]
Juxx’s write rhymes like every day
Rapping at buck town USA
Got guns, that’s what it says on my black T
Clapping at the cops when they trynna come axe me
Homicide is like breathing in my hood
Killing, robbing, straight thieving in my hood
Blood thirst, throw your body in a black hearse
Crown heights, niggas wild, we react worse
Killer cartel entertainment production
I ain’t made the beat, I’m just known for corruption
Expressing my imperialism, Ruste Juxx, all I do is spark mad izm
Haze in my lungs while I’m blazing the drums
Shooting niggas, I ain’t just raising my gun
Subterranean flow, this underground rap shit
Pu-pu-pu-buck
When that four pound clap
[Chorus]
Train wreck in my blunt, Ciroc on deck
Niggas act stupid, I'ma flame that tech
Like murder, you can get bodied over here
Like murder, nigga, you can get bodied over here
Train wreck in my blunt, Ciroc on deck
Niggas act stupid, I'ma flame that tech
Like murder, you can get bodied over here
Like murder, nigga, you can get bodied over here
[Verse 2]
Big time Juxx, I’m the mastermind
Body fake rappers just to pass the time
I don’t got kilos, but I’ll take yours
Never found guilty, but I break laws
Overpower the masses, I tell ‘em what they want
Then I take money, money, money and straight stunt
I drop a single with a sell like hot cakes
Might bust a bottle on top of a cop face
Earned my respect, real niggas recognize me
That’s why my pussy enemies still despise me
Creeping with a hammer on me, about to bang out
Two bodies drop when them shots rang out
Witnesses none, so no court cases
Victory after victory, I’m pulling out aces
[Cuts]
We keep it grimey
[Chorus]
Train wreck in my blunt, Ciroc on deck
Niggas act stupid, I'ma flame that tech
Like murder, you can get bodied over here
Like murder, nigga, you can get bodied over here
Train wreck in my blunt, Ciroc on deck
Niggas act stupid, I'ma flame that tech
Like murder, you can get bodied over here
Like murder, nigga, you can get bodied over here
[Cuts]
Train wreck in my blunt
Take these words home and think it through
Uh, shit
We keep it grimey
I’m the last motherfucker that you ever wanna fuck with
We locked the whole block down
Take these words home and think it through
We keep it grimey
Uh, shit
Over Here was produced by Shae Money.