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Yeah yeah, yes Junction, yes yes
Elope ski slopes *coughs* ahh damn.. yeah, check out

Niggas elope wit ski slopes and like avalanches
Tootin like it's cool a fool, and I can't just
Sit around and watch those membranes flame
My is loose and you can't stop that rain
When it starts to

Lookin Ms. Pac-Man, hammers and Vogues and cat-man
I'm speakin about these cause you know nothing bout that man
The nigga the B-I-G is and fly like ValuJet
You thinkin the beatin, this my ends is never met, nigga

man, white man, Jew man ain't no joke
Remember me and my cousin used to sit up on the
And talk about when we get older now we up the ropes
Yeah they kickin door down; cause it ain't no dope on the streets

And a quarter of feet weed, that's all a nigga like me need
Talkin about that Southern sess, nigga you all up in that
But never shall you test, and never shall you
Runnin up on me with that fuck shit get you nothin but dead nigga

Be where you roam cause you might not make it home
In the junction, in the
Don't you dare ever get lost cause you get up in that sauce
Junction,
To all you players play ya and you hustla chrome ya rims
'Llac and pimps and macks I love the corners that you
Y'all, yes, yes, uhh
Junction,

A-well I'm on yak while I'm dippin off in that 'llac ('llac)
The junkies around my way are always smokin up on crack
Be layin them College Park hoes flat on they (backs)
Livin the life of pimps steadily makin this stack
Niggas don't understand the master plan, crumble yo' man
'til they start kickin the do' in, then we ready to dem
Out (Out) like 'Kast ('Kast) we bout, to (crash)
So mayday, may Dre, knock 'em up off ass boi

We struggle fat hoes just to get things that those
People got we forgot they gonna keep a plot
Right up they sleeve you believe they deceive like weave
Thieves break in your crib and leave in that good life too
So me and then I'm straight, as eight-oh-five
See, can't cover three eyes
We wise to the fact so we attack with we know
is the only good life, so what you strivin fo'? Yeah

Be careful you roam cause you might not make it home
In the junction, in the
Don't you dare ever get lost cause you get up in that sauce
Junction,
To all you players play ya and you hustla chrome ya rims
'Llac and pimps and I love the corners that you bend
Y'all, yes, yes, uhh
Junction,

Well flip-flops and football socks
A be rockin the mic like birthdays
Lil' Jon and Ser-cy, so are you
I'm yo' ass a flawed pimp
about this crew you run wit
Bankhead to that dumb shit
So mo' can you come wit?

Yes, can bite, but cannot be us
They can come and pick up slang but cannot see us
You ought to be ashamed, to fit in "My Adidas"
So Run D.M.C. is me and no, don't got no heater

Well we zippin around the corner in that stankin Lincoln
I got my heat up under my
Just in these youngsters tryin to take it
Pullin the pistol on another black man was never the
But sometimes my brothers lose and try to take my spot

Well, come like black stallions in the night
Usually around fo' or five, is when they the time is right
When you and sleep, I couldn't sleep until I seen it
Wit my own eyes, 'til they come over the - surprised

Be careful where you roam you might not make it home
In the junction, in the
Don't you dare ever get lost cause you get caught up in that
Junction,
To all you play ya brims and you hustla chrome ya rims
'Llac and pimps and I love the corners that you bend
Y'all, yes, yes, uhh
Junction,