Blu, EXILE, Ta’Raach - Juice n' Dranks lyrics

Yeah, Crass Knucks
Ayo, we'll beat your fuckin' face up
You rockin' Timbs, lace up
Your face up, we'll beat your fuckin' face up
Crass Knucks, Blu, uh
Ta'Raach (Okay) new school shit
Yeah, new, something
Old school to the (And new, mille')

Allow the flow to blow the steam
Hostile whenever I spit
You just swallow like it's part of the seam
Offin' the green like Tiger Tiger Wood
Just tryna lean
You might have tried if you could
But it might have been
You like a bitch fall, why the bling?
Saying how that shit go, my cockiness keen
Niggas tryna get this cold
Put rocks in they rings
It's like my face on they wrist glow, no
But them lines so tight they
Slit throats at shows
Hit your lights at midnight
I beat you with a kick and a snare
Fuck a fist fight we light it up in the
Air while you twist mics
Eleven steps to Heaven's in here
Get your bitch right

Crass Knucks, keep this shit tight
Blow 'em up, uh
We'll blow your fuckin' face up
We celebratin' while you hatin'

Put your juice and drank up
A toast to the most and bank us
I sold hoes, pretty toes with anklets
Mad cause you ain't us, here
Put some light in your life
Put your juice and drank up
A toast to the most and bank us
I sold hoes, pretty toes with anklets
Mad cause you ain't us, here
Put some light in your life

It's like he ain't igniting it right
He ain't the rioting type
So tell him silence his pipes 'fore
We invite him to fight
Cause, I'll arrive in the height of the night
Spitting that spice that'll widen your wife
And have her asking you, "Why don't we fight
So I can leave and be with
Blu cause he sliding me right?"
See I done put the fear of
God up inside of her twice
So ain't nothin' you could tell
Her that is wiser, aight?
My shit is dynamite
I'll probably die on the mic
You out dining the mic just lyin' your life
So I'ma lie in your light
Take the lime from your life
And shine bright as a diamond
With dimes dying as dykes
Tryna find that feeling I give
Her night after night
You left out, now I'm righter than right
And every rhyme that I write is
Like you writing a rhyme
Feeling my lines like life
Rising as high as my high
Without lighting the lye so I'm like

Put your juice and drank up
A toast to the most and bank us
I sold hoes, pretty toes with anklets
Mad cause you ain't us, here
Put some light in your life
Put your juice and drank up
A toast to the most and bank us
I sold hoes, pretty toes with anklets
Mad cause you ain't us, here
Put some light in your life

Out the back door, kiss of death
Don't get it confused
I'm a marksman on the ricochet
Flow bite into food
Dudes tussling with cigarettes and
Hoes fight the blues
While I go and get these bigger
Checks then internet the news so cold
It's like I'm in his breath and
Did his best to lose
When the rules say a minute left
I'll put you in the dark
I brought shadow for them nigga steps
Give 'em best regards
Charged it to the game 'til they
Put a hold on his card crash knuckle
Back up or catch a uppercut or two
Got knocked but got right back
Up to bust a few high shot
Moms and pops broke up so fuck rules
Getting laid plus paid doing what I wanna do
True rebel, see the cause? I'm effect
Many songs I'ma bless, any squads I'ma wreck
Any broad I'ma catch
Any y'all wanna catch up? 'Fess up
Blu got fools in Detroit throwing
The West up like

Put your juice and drank up
A toast to the most and bank us
I sold hoes, pretty toes with anklets
Mad cause you ain't us, here
Put some light in your life
Put your juice and drank up
A toast to the most and bank us
I sold hoes, pretty toes with anklets
Mad cause you ain't us, here
Put some light in your life

Yeah, Rock Steady, uh, Blu
Rock Royal, haha, and the crew crash Knucks