Over Here - Ruste Juxx, Shae Money

Juxx’s write rhymes like every day

Rapping at buck town USA

Got guns, that’s what it says on my black T

Clapping at the cops when they trynna come axe me

Homicide is like breathing in my hood

Killing, robbing, straight thieving in my hood

Blood thirst, throw your body in a black hearse

Crown heights, niggas wild, we react worse

Killer cartel entertainment production

I ain’t made the beat, I’m just known for corruption

Expressing my imperialism, Ruste Juxx, all I do is spark mad izm

Haze in my lungs while I’m blazing the drums

Shooting niggas, I ain’t just raising my gun

Subterranean flow, this underground rap shit

Pu-pu-pu-buck

When that four pound clap

Train wreck in my blunt, Ciroc on deck

Niggas act stupid, I’ma flame that tech

Like murder, you can get bodied over here

Like murder, nigga, you can get bodied over here

Train wreck in my blunt, Ciroc on deck

Niggas act stupid, I’ma flame that tech

Like murder, you can get bodied over here

Like murder, nigga, you can get bodied over here

Big time Juxx, I’m the mastermind

Body fake rappers just to pass the time

I don’t got kilos, but I’ll take yours

Never found guilty, but I break laws

Overpower the masses, I tell ‘em what they want

Then I take money, money, money and straight stunt

I drop a single with a sell like hot cakes

Might bust a bottle on top of a cop face

Earned my respect, real niggas recognize me

That’s why my pussy enemies still despise me

Creeping with a hammer on me, about to bang out

Two bodies drop when them shots rang out

Witnesses none, so no court cases

Victory after victory, I’m pulling out aces

We keep it grimey

Train wreck in my blunt, Ciroc on deck

Niggas act stupid, I’ma flame that tech

Like murder, you can get bodied over here

Like murder, nigga, you can get bodied over here

Train wreck in my blunt, Ciroc on deck

Niggas act stupid, I’ma flame that tech

Like murder, you can get bodied over here

Like murder, nigga, you can get bodied over here

Train wreck in my blunt

Take these words home and think it through

Uh, shit

We keep it grimey

I’m the last motherfucker that you ever wanna fuck with

We locked the whole block down

Take these words home and think it through

We keep it grimey

Uh, shit