Crunk Juice Intro
Lil Jon and Tha Eastside Boyz Lyrics
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I got a semi-automatic that spits next time if you talk (you talk)
I got a hundred guns, a hundred clips, Nigga I'm from New York (New York)
I got a semi-automatic that spits next time if you talk (you talk)
(And I know)
y'all niggaz is pussy, poonani, (Vagina)
Your (Monologue's) getting tired, now it's time to ride
So take off them silly chains, put back on your wire
I'm on fire, holly dipped in octane
Let each coast bang, let west coast bang
And Rule gonna bring the ghetto gospel
To every 'hood possible, pushin through in the sky blue
Back with the gods you now, preferably the 4 pound
Slugs flyin at the speed of sound
Tryin to catch the ears of niggaz that's runnin their mouths
I might get my Brooklyn niggaz to run in your house
I don't really understand what the runnin's about
But we're hunters, we take pride in airin our prey out
Leavin 'em laid out, dead, in just a sport
'cause we ain't playin up here in New York
I got a hundred guns, a hundred clips, Nigga I'm from New York (New York)
And you can tell the way the homie spit, That nigga, I'm from New York (New York)
I got a hundred ways to make a grip, Yes, I'm from New York (New York)
And you can tell I get real ignorant, 'cause nigga, I'm from New York (New York)
(And this is how we do)
Nigga I can see the coke in your nose
This ain't a movie, even he got his head blown on the globe
And I was just about to find god
But now that Ma$e is back, I think I'd much rather find a menage
And everybody talkin crazy how they're AK spit
But we know this investigatin, and they ain't spray shit
Not me, I'm the truth homie, got the industry shook like
"Naw nigga, Joe gonna let 'em loose on me"
True Story, I'm bringin the T back
Even Roy Jones was forced to (Lean Back)
My nigga Dre said grind cook
Now we killin them Howard niggaz, who said I must of found Pun's rhyme book
Got bitches on top of the Phantom
And the pinky got bling, like the ring around Saturn
Cook coke, crack, niggaz fiend for that
And you already know the x is where the team be at
I got a hundred guns, a hundred clips, Nigga I'm from New York (New York)
(Ruff Ryde), and (D-Block) and shit, Nigga fuck what you thought (you thought)
And you can't take shit for granted, because life is too short (too short)
I got a hundred guns, a hundred clips, Nigga I'm from New York
(Aha, and this is how we do)
I swear it couldn't be sweeter, Life's a bitch
Depending on how you treat her, you might get rich
It's guaranteed you gonna die, you might get missed
For maybe 2 or 3 hours, 'til they light their spliffs
And that coke will get you a long time
But when I let 'em know the dope is out, it's like America Online
Wise has awoken
And you know they say that you deserved it whenever you die with your eyes open
I still hold a title, because I'm in the hood like them little motorcycles
Stick up kids, hoppin out with them old rifles
Just doin shit for nothin, it's so spiteful
Ha I'm just like you
Word that niggaz wanna murk you is in the air
A double shot of yak and the purple is in the air
And I'm not cocky, I'm confident
So when you tell me I'm the best it's a compliment
I got a hundred guns, a hundred clips, Nigga I'm from New York (New York)
(Ruff Ryde), and (D-Block) and shit, Nigga fuck what you thought (you thought)
And you can't take shit for granted, because life is too short (too short)
I got a hundred guns, a hundred clips, Nigga I'm from New York
(Aha, and this is how we do)
The lyrics of Lil Jon and the East Side Boyz’s song Crunk Juice are brimming with violence and aggression. The song begins with the singer proclaiming that he possesses a vast number of guns with an equal number of clips, establishing his street cred. He then follows up with a clear threat of violence - if anyone talks, they will get shot. The singer goes on to insult his enemies, telling them that they are weak and not desirable anymore. He commands them to remove their silly chains that signify their status and put back on their wire, implying that they are fake and not worth his time.
The second verse is equally violent, with the singer threatening to hunt his enemies with his Brooklyn niggas, ensuring that his prey is laid out dead, and that he takes pride in doing so. The verse also includes a reference to rapper Ma$e's return to music and his preference for sex over finding God. The third verse talks about the singer's experiences with the drug trade, including cocaine, crack, and ecstasy. He boasts of his reputation as being the truth, and the industry is frightened of him. He name-drops Roy Jones for his song "Lean Back" and talks about killing Howard niggaz.
The recurring hook of the song is a declaration of the singer's identity with New York, and he boasts of his weapons, wealth, and influence. The chorus repeatedly emphasizes the singer's point that he is from New York and how things go down in his hometown.
Line by Line Meaning
I got a hundred guns, a hundred clips, Nigga I'm from New York (New York)
I come from a dangerous place and therefore have access to a large arsenal of weapons
I got a semi-automatic that spits next time if you talk (you talk)
If you say the wrong thing to me, I will use my firearm to retaliate
y'all niggaz is pussy, poonani, (Vagina)
You are weak and cowardly
Your (Monologue's) getting tired, now it's time to ride
You talk too much, it's time for action
You're print distrified, you're no longer desired
You have lost your power and influence
So take off them silly chains, put back on your wire
Get rid of your flashy jewelry and go back to being practical
I'm on fire, holly dipped in octane
I am unstoppable and dangerous
Let each coast bang, let west coast bang
Let's have some friendly competition between the different regions of hip-hop
And Rule gonna bring the ghetto gospel
Ja Rule will spread his message of street life across the city
To every 'hood possible, pushin through in the sky blue
Ja Rule will travel through various neighborhoods in his car
Back with the gods you now, preferably the 4 pound
Ja Rule feels powerful and god-like when carrying his firearm
Slugs flyin at the speed of sound
His bullets are extremely powerful
Tryin to catch the ears of niggaz that's runnin their mouths
Ja Rule wants to intimidate those who talk too much
I might get my Brooklyn niggaz to run in your house
Ja Rule has connections in Brooklyn who will attack his enemies at their homes
I don't really understand what the runnin's about
Ja Rule does not understand why people are so competitive and willing to fight
But we're hunters, we take pride in airin our prey out
Ja Rule and his crew see themselves as predators who take pleasure in their violence
Leavin 'em laid out, dead, in just a sport
Killing others is seen as a game to Ja Rule and his crew
'cause we ain't playin up here in New York
New Yorkers take violence seriously and are not to be messed with
And you can tell the way the homie spit, That nigga, I'm from New York (New York)
Ja Rule's rap style reflects the harsh reality of life in New York
I got a hundred ways to make a grip, Yes, I'm from New York (New York)
Ja Rule has many strategies for making money in the city
And you can tell I get real ignorant, 'cause nigga, I'm from New York (New York)
Ja Rule's harsh, violent demeanor is a product of growing up in New York
Nigga I can see the coke in your nose
Ja Rule knows that his enemies are involved in drug use
This ain't a movie, even he got his head blown on the globe
Violence is a reality in the real world, not just in movies
And I was just about to find god
Ja Rule was considering changing his ways and finding religion
But now that Ma$e is back, I think I'd much rather find a menage
Ja Rule's priorities have shifted now that a rival rapper has returned to the music scene
And everybody talkin crazy how they're AK spit
Many rappers boast about their guns and violence, but they are not truly dangerous
But we know this investigatin, and they ain't spray shit
Law enforcement is keeping an eye on these rappers and knows that they are not as violent as they claim
Not me, I'm the truth homie, got the industry shook like
Ja Rule is authentic and his behavior has caused concern among other rappers
"Naw nigga, Joe gonna let 'em loose on me"
Other rappers fear Ja Rule's aggression and think that Fat Joe might unleash him on them
True Story, I'm bringin the T back
Ja Rule is returning to the roots of hip-hop and reviving old-school style
Even Roy Jones was forced to (Lean Back)
Ja Rule's influence is so great that even professional boxers like Roy Jones Jr. are affected by his music
My nigga Dre said grind cook
Ja Rule's friend Dre told him to work hard and persist
Now we killin them Howard niggaz, who said I must of found Pun's rhyme book
Ja Rule is taking out his competition, including rappers from the Howard University music program, who accuse him of copying Big Pun's style
Got bitches on top of the Phantom
Ja Rule has multiple women in his expensive car
And the pinky got bling, like the ring around Saturn
Ja Rule's jewelry is flashy and expensive, like the planet Saturn's ring
Cook coke, crack, niggaz fiend for that
Ja Rule sells drugs that people are addicted to
And you already know the x is where the team be at
Ja Rule's crew is involved in the distribution of ecstasy
I swear it couldn't be sweeter, Life's a bitch
Ja Rule enjoys his lifestyle, even though life can be hard
Depending on how you treat her, you might get rich
If you work hard and treat life well, you can be successful
It's guaranteed you gonna die, you might get missed
Death is inevitable, but some people will be mourned more than others
For maybe 2 or 3 hours, 'til they light their spliffs
People will mourn your death for a short time, until they focus on other things
And that coke will get you a long time
Selling cocaine is a risky and illegal activity that could result in a long prison sentence
But when I let 'em know the dope is out, it's like America Online
When Ja Rule announces that he has drugs available, people quickly contact him like they did with the early internet service America Online
Wise has awoken
Ja Rule has gained knowledge and insight
And you know they say that you deserved it whenever you die with your eyes open
If you die with your eyes open, people believe that you knew death was coming and therefore deserved it
I still hold a title, because I'm in the hood like them little motorcycles
Ja Rule is still respected and powerful in his neighborhood
Stick up kids, hoppin out with them old rifles
There are still people in poor neighborhoods who use old guns to commit crimes
Just doin shit for nothin, it's so spiteful
People sometimes commit violent acts just out of malice and with no real reason
Ha I'm just like you
Ja Rule is relatable and understands the struggles of regular people
Word that niggaz wanna murk you is in the air
The word on the street is that other rappers want to kill Ja Rule
A double shot of yak and the purple is in the air
People are drinking and smoking marijuana at the party
And I'm not cocky, I'm confident
Ja Rule is self-assured and believes in himself
So when you tell me I'm the best it's a compliment
Ja Rule appreciates when people recognize his talent and skill
Lyrics © Roba Music, Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC
Written by: CRAIG N LOVE, JONATHAN H SMITH
Lyrics Licensed & Provided by LyricFind
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