20 of the Best Lyrics From Juicy J’s ‘Rubba Band Business’ Album

"Niggas do time flipping the yay/Niggas is dead, he got a grave/Nigga, I ain't playin', tryna get paid/Homie got hit 'cause he got in the way/Had to get out, shit is the same/Niggas insane all this shit change/They wanna a name, they out here spraying/They out here catching a body for fame" —Juicy J

"Sometimes you gotta cheat to stay ahead in this bitchah/Drank sizzurp like its liquor/Street life will have you catching up to god quicker/Stickah, AK-40 to your liver/Let the chopper bang on you like a blood or a crip, ah/Flippah, so much bread, I'm a gymnast/Made so much money off of dummies, a ventriloquist/Or a puppeteer, diamonds in my ear/New foreign ride every year, I'm in foreign gear" —Project Pat

"I be fuckin' on them dimes, a couple at the time/If a nigga want some beef, I need a couple nines/I done poured me up an 8th, at least a couple times/Don't make me pull up with that seven, blow a couple minds/I throw at least a couple chains on every time/I ain't gotta borrow shit, 'cause they all mine/I don't listen to their shit, 'cause they all lyin'/Appreciate the competition, nigga, thanks for trying" —Juicy J

"I know a couple niggas out here still slangin' hard/Couple niggas still with me, still play their part/Couple bitches out here still wanna break my heart/I told them bitches, 'I'm still pimpin', so that's gon' be hard'/Still know a couple niggas in an institution/Still know a couple bitches out here prostituting/Still know a couple reckless niggas, out here ruthless/That'll still break your jaw and leave your ass toothless" —Juicy J

"You save all your money for a rainy day/I'm the weatherman everyday a rainy day, nigga/And it's a light chance of snow, too/Fuck you looking at? I can snatch your hoe, too/I'm ballin' in the club, I feel like Jimmy Buckets/Bucket after bucket, your bitch wanna suck it/Fill it up with nothin' but that Bombay, fuck it/Let her pop a bottle now I gotta bust it" —Juicy J

"First, I wash that Lamb off then I hit the cash vault/Then I hit the local strip club and drop a bag off/Then I get some Blue Dream, ballin' up the gym/Make it rain 'til it flood, now the strippers gotta swim/This gon' be a long night, we gon' go up all night/Both my pockets stuffed, ain't no such thing as the wrong price" —Juicy J

"The real gon' outlast the fake/The money gon' outlast the hate/Got niggas in the system, tryna dodge the State/I'm out here in the jungle, tryna dodge the snakes/I can see 'em from a mile away/I'm just a nigga from around the way/Like a fat kid, I need all the cake/I'm out here in the jungle, tryna dodge the snakes" —Juicy J

"Niggas couldn't come to Memphis 'til they got a pass, nigga/I will take the check, but I really want the cash, nigga/A pound worth of greens, zoo sitting in the stash, nigga/We ain't pulling over for the blue, we do the dash, nigga" —Juicy J

"Perpetrate, impersonate, you too soft to catch a fade/I got niggas in these streets that touch more snow than Christmas Day/Blow my high, lose my cool, you gon' make the evening news/They can't find your head to ID you, they don't have a clue" —Juicy J

"You still ain't in the gang, I'm still up in the game/Send them my condolences, I'm 'bout to kill a game/Got a bitch named Mary Jane and that bitch is flame/I feel like I'm at the crib when I'm in the bank/I'm on too many thing, she on too much 'cane/I pull up in Mulsanne, take up too many lanes/They drive that bitch insane, she wanna give me brain/And you know we can't smoke it if it ain't that dank" —Juicy J

"Too many people, that be too many voices/And there's 300 bitches and 'bout 400 horses/And 'bout 500 Porches, get 600 extorted/Niggas actin' like hoes, then they ass get escorted up out the club hoe/With the snub nose, who the hell you gonna try?/Eyes low, hanging too high to a point where it feel like I already died" —Denzel Curry

"This that higher level stunting, make it rain a lot of hundreds/Gave that chick 30k to go get rid of her stomach/I'm a triple OG nigga 20 years and running/All my niggas down to ride like crash test dummies/And J don't stand in line, I ain't never never had to wait/I'm the realest in this game, I ain't never had to fake/Forgiatos on the classic like that bitch got on some skates/Having dinner with Obama smelling like a pound of hay" —Juicy J

"Pull up in the lowrider two hoes behind us/Police say that they can smell it but I make sure they don't find it/Hit the corner, slide the ash, Young Khalifa bout his cash/'Bout to build another whip and I ain't even got to brag/Three women got that bitch leanin'/Young Khalifa got the women screamin'" —Wiz Khalifa

"Getting paid like Ghost do/In the street, in the club too/Designer everything, Ric Flair/I can buy the rap game, brick fair/Buy the bar, smoke that caviar, I'm in the finest car/Push to start, I glow in the dark, I run up the charts/Redbone, vanilla, freaky broad, she gon' keep me hard/Black car, better play it smart, nigga we in charge" —Juicy J

"These fuck niggas keep hatin' on a G, but a nigga can't eat if he don't grind/Hitters gon' take your head off, AKA clothes line/Bankroll, I can't fold mine/Need a bougie bitch to roll mine/Nigga keep lookin' at all this ice/But I keep the heat on me like a stove iron" —Juicy J

"Bad-ass bitch on my timeline/Like three pics, then I pound sign/Dope came in at the right time/Cash came in at the right time/Your bitch came in at the night time/She told me that your bands wasn't like mine/Hop in the coupe with the butter seats/It's no cuffin' me, she just a slut to me" —Offset

"You're runnin' off with the pack/We runnin' up with the MAC/Real niggas don't fall off, real niggas fall back/Don't fall through my hood, fuck around and get jacked/Counting up by the racks, settin' traps for the rats/She told me 'Wait for the pussy,' I ain't never called back" —Juicy J

"She don't even know what I mean when I say she gotta do it for the team/Lean lean, won't do it for the 'gram, she'll do it for the green/Nah mean? Ching ching!/My plug don't speak no English and my weed is Jamaican/In Miami with Haitians, my shooters got no patience/I just got me two ladies, they get high and get naked/Shoot it all in their faces, swear to God this shit crazy" —Juicy J

"Bitch, you better go somewhere, get a light/Thirsty-ass bitch tryna get this ice/Lame-ass bitch tryna jack my Rollie/Bitch couldn't see me even on Skype/Kobe and Shaq all in my Sprite/Whiskey, champagne coming in all night/Nigga I'm good, you can't comprehend/I'm tired of givin' broke ass niggas advice" —Juicy J

"That pussy ain't really worth bragging 'bout/But the pretty little bitch got a nasty mouth/On the Snap, on the sink, and her ass is out/I bet these niggas be cashing out/Pull up in the drop, bet I touch that spot/Shawty wanna ball, better touch that rock/Let her touch that paper, never touch that work/If you ain't gon' shoot don't touch that Glock" —Juicy J