Lyrics:
[Master P]
Five kids in the house with no food to eat
So me and my brother we took to the dope streets
See that's how the whole game started
And if
Callin' on, callin' on you
No, no, no
I been callin' on, callin' on you
Callin' on, callin' on you
No, no, no
Yeah
I been callin' on, callin'
'til he got out of juvie (juvenile)
Unc' schooled me to the game, now I play it unruly (uh)
In the kitchen, whippin' 'caine, tryna make it jump Judy
represent 'til I fall under the dirt boy
I run wit' Juvenile, BG, and Turk boy
And we the hottest, of the hottest
Of the damn hot
In helicopters with my
with
So ride with yourself
I'm a juvenile
They telling me get down for they wealth
No getting high
Cause when you gettin' high
You needing some
team
Blowed her off mouth full of
Timsee semen
Gleaming and my diamonds Shining from a block away
Competition mad cause they Know it ain't no stopping
Me
got hoes det I keep in lineup cause da act good
Been running game since a juvenile way back on glen wood
Im feelin like a all star but I neva touched
Juvenile gone delusional
Brutal to admit it but this pain is somewhat beautiful
The outcome was presumable, irrefutable
Suppose it wasn't suitable
You ain't with Tommy no mo', who gon' protect you now?"
I been scheming on Tone and Poke since they found me
Steve know not to wear that platinum shit
Yeah this one goes out to all the ladies in the house
I need two to stand by me when the chips are down and
Stick around while I defend my
money, it's now not later and I bet you gon' pay it off
With that money me and my team, we hit the playoffs
I don't do no day off
With that money me
pressure
It's clear none of these teams can't catch up,
Bless up (Haa)
Stay fresh to death, ain't no flex
So if you trying to connect
We gon' put you
style as a juvenile
Ran with a gang, slanged in the meanwhile
Bankin' , I specialized in gankin
whites, Mexicans, brothers and others
Daily, it's all
a hustle
With a blindfold tryin' to find pieces to the puzzle, no muzzle
I tell it like it is, that's that, right or wrong
I'ma call it how I see it, don't
She never seen a sauce like this
Seen a vibe like this
Shawty on my team huh
Full Moon on a night like this
When the moonlight hit
Kinda feel like
Wu Tang, Wu Tang
Whole team win like Wu Tang
Baby if you play your cards right by the end of the night we can kick it like Liu Kang
Wu Tang, Wu Tang
the cemetery
Juveniles runnin' wild back in Rikers Isle
Makin' motherfucker bleed when they
Grip the crowd show no mercy or be dead now
The Game is funny so you
Mm, what a world, youngin
Uh, look
Okay, let's rock and roll
Same young nigga was broke, stealing out of stores
Not no more, G 'cross
damn braces
No pictures takin', we just savin' shawty faces For Real, cause the whole team gettin
Loaded like some damn cases I stay loaded like
[Announcer]
Ladies and gentlemen, please welcome for your half time viewing pleasure from Kansas city, Missouri
The strange league drill team
Steady Guala chasing everyday
Fck all em bitches I don't need your shit now
Guala on my mind and in my vein
All my team so lit you gon think we
was so enticed
By niggas like slick money and ice
We figure prison it should come with the light
Along with losin' your life
And there were no way
Something about it, man
Same song and dance
In the pale moonlight (yo)
I'm looking at ya, yeah, girl, you're kinda tooken back by
The whole rapper
Ain't Worried Bout It cause my mane lie
On Two A pack too fly
Selling in the street no B by
Why they call it white president
Niggas all I see is this
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