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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 fall avalanches
Tootin like it's bein a fool, and I can't just
Sit around and watch nose membranes flame
My ends is loose and you can't stop rain
it starts to fall

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

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

And a quarter pound of weed, that's all a nigga like me need
Talkin about Southern sess, nigga you all up in that mess
But never shall you test, and never you quit
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 caught up in that
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,

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

We struggle fat hoes just to get things that those
People got we forgot always 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 gimme me and then I'm straight, as
See, blindfolds can't cover three
We wise to the fact so we attack with what we
Heaven is the only life, so what you strivin fo'? Yeah

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

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

Yes, can bite, but cannot be us
They can come and pick up little 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 the corner in that golden stankin Lincoln
I got my heat up my seat
in case these youngsters tryin to take it
Pullin the pistol on another man was never the plot
But sometimes my brothers lose theyself and try to take my

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

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