All You Got

[Speaking] New Juice, the CONGLOMERATE, come on [Verse 1] Now sometimes, you got to fight it out Find something how to write about and white it out It ain't too many things I ain't seen or done Cream and guns, I'm feeling like our rap dreams have begun The scene is upon us, the green is enormous I'm god's law, you could read me in your tauris You could call me, when it's a weed shortage I breez through artists, It's funny and shit, they wanna Alter a nigga, when my money's legit I guess they must've thought that I was fucking with Knicks Shit, they should've caught me when I was bringing bricks in Right past customs,driving them to chicks in Now I'm in the big Benz, stacking sick ends And just wait, loyalties ain't even kicked in And young jackers get immortalized forever at twenty-one I used to move more damn weight than anyone [Hook] Give it all you got, no matter what you do You got to keep it real with yourself One shot at the top, you never got two I'll let you know the deal Give it all you got, no matter what you do You got to keep it real It's one shot at the top, you never get two No time to chill nigga [Verse 2] In my crib, use big screens is my rule Yo boy got more sixteens than high school More twenty-two's than college, I drop jewels Fools refuse to use the knowledge I used to set up whole schools in the projects When niggas is dead broke, hoes viewed as objects Opps, I just contradicted myself, who the fuck am I to teach I'm afflicted myself, at least I'm rich You gonna get priced out if you try Two point seven, I'm iced out in july Sometimes, taking the right rout, you do right Chuchu breaking the pipe out, my crew high I send this one out to Chi Approach CONGLOM wrong, no doubts you die The second live don't just drop out the sky I ain't took the game yet, but I'm out to try, nigga [Hook] [Verse 3] I'm adjacent to myself, with the spirit that I rhyme with My Movado is broken, my lyrics are timeless I'm with the great ones, whoever you call great But niggas always got their hands out like All State I'm like "Excuse me G, I don't fuckin know ya I can't do nothing for ya." I'm not the nigga to depend on Because before I let you eat, I'm gonna have to put my friends on I might rush you through the crowd, and write ten songs Or air it out, I'm just trying to see the endzone Or you can kind of say, I'm kind of like the goal post I'm always up-right with it when I hold toast Mr. Gold Coast, rocking a chain I'm hot like flame, with no block to claim Em know me, and Jin knows of me One in a million like the great ten Moseley Kan' Know me, Kanye Knows me Twista know me, It's ya homie Slum know me, Dilated do Jurassic 5, since way back in eighty-two Xzibit know me, Tash, Jeru and Ino Royce, what up cuz, you need to holla at yo people To all my underground niggas that I started with You know the battle cat, I'll show you who the artist is He grew up claiming BZT When Rio was gettin bone-taste from Eazy-E So nigga please, let me be me Somewhere between fifty and BDP, lies me I'll leave your vocal cords come in a loose I am not the one to comfront in the booth King of freestyle, I've done it as a youth And I don't know a motherfucker that want it with Juice [Hook] [Juice speaking] That's real. Yea. Emmaculate on the beat. Whattup nigga Conglomerate. J U, I haven't even started my rain, I'm Only drizzling man. Ah, Oh-five, so live