Blow the Shack Up-Juster

Blow the Shack Up - Juster Puff, puff toke it out, feel the funky vapors I got the sack, who got the papers? Robbing mobbing 'cuz I got the rhyme jack rippin' off the bud Gettin' dipped from the dimesack, puffin' toking Homey what ya smokin', roll me up a fatty Never did the choking, loking, gunning 'Cuz I'm never running, comin' like a killer Sippin' on a Miller, yeah Watch ya back, bullet in ya temple Have ya little b**ch a** dance like Shirley Temple, fight 'em Light 'em, bite 'em I'm rabid, stupid silly rabbit, dagnabbit I had it I put ya in a funeral home, slug in ya a** footprint to the dome Ease back maricon or I'll have to act up Bust ya with a bottle gots to blow the shack up Back up, back up 'cuz I blow the shack up Back up, back up brother don't you act up Yes, I got my gat up, so back the f**k up man Wassup, wassup, just call it Juster, where's ya hoe? I'd like to bless her like a 40, naughty I'm naughty, rip ya honeydip Like you's a shorty, on the regular got it goin' on like Benny Hana Cut another track 'cuz I'm hotter than a sauna I'm cookin', bookin' to the liquor store, gotta git more from the oz 64 Drinkin', thinking I'm crazy, I'm nuttty, blinkin' at ya lady Grabbin' on my buddy, eat it, taste it, tell me if ya need it Defeated, cheated, no, beat it, got it like dat yo' I got it like dat, where they at 'cuz I got the gat For the silly motherf**kers on the crackup Boyz ya better back up, gots to blow the shack up Come on, come on step to your coffin Beat ya, down right where ya walkin' Left, right, ooh, comin' at ya On the ground that's where I got ya boom Splatter, punk what's the matter That's what ya get talking that chatter Fatter fattest blunt made me act up I don't front when I gots to blow the shack up