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to the morgue
Cause I'm a mother fucking street nigga

[Chorus]

[Juvenile]
I had a little profit out the other hood
I used to go by her house in the wee-wee

Reeling in the dough and Jane
And still he numb, no novocaine
I fill my lungs and blow the pain, concealing guns to blow ya brains
Atilla Hun, he

the game that ya running chances slim like baby
I been bout my cash money since a juvenile
In the field like Lamar so I move elusive now
And if we going put

Round & Round

Fabolous

Real Talk

2004

the Cristal rolls ya down til' it slows ya down
I got a smoother style
For me it's Slow Motion like Juvenile
Til I pass through ya areas
The SLR, class

a juvenile
Rather than watch your cringe videos I'd run a mile
Why you tryna rip off that design from app Pou
Avatars got tiny arms I beat them in Kung-Fu

a juvenile
Rather than watch your cringe videos I'd run a mile
Why you tryna rip off that design from app Pou
Avatars got tiny arms I beat them in Kung-Fu

5th Ward Weebie:
Girl I know I left you but I'm back for ya
I got your Michael Koors and
A couple racks for ya
Girl you know I love you I go hard for

Pen
W Juveniles, want us stuck in slow Motion
RIP Soulja Slim
Think fast and I ghosted them
Mastered the coast and then
Roasted my foes who all pose
But

would turn it down
Its bumping south side hop in my any ride
It used to give me the chills spice one to juvenile
Manny fresh make the best instrumentals

so juvenile
(But that's just a fantasy away
Only just a sweet fantasy away)
My eyes crack open to the dark of night
To an empty bed, you're not by my

need him
Cause ya' homies blowing backs out left ya babies in the street with they backs out
Body count multiplied oh you got clout
When the reckoning

another me
Put ya faith in me ain’t no room for infidelity
I’m sucka free, my homies died I dream someone murder me
Luxury how I’m try live these bitches

juvenile, goin' out like a menace
Chillin' on the set, I see a big dope dealer
Hearing voices in my head sayin' kidnap that nigga
Hands all bloody 'cause I'm

calling 
Calling
Like a mamma bird whose
Calling, yeah, ooh
She's high in the tree
Unseen...
Singing to her baby
I want you here
Right next to me!
Ya live

You're not afraid of the dark, are you?

Turn off the lights and close ya bedroom door
Close ya eyes and sit in the middle of the floor
Soon ya gonna

crack no smiles or they'll crack ya pot
So ima get rich or die tryin, I'm not up in no clubs
But bottles stay flyin' with these paper planes
Every Friday

Hypnotize Cash Money

Juvenile

Crazyndalazdayz [Clean]

1998

featuring Big Tymers, Hot Boys 



{Juvenile} 

How you love this playboy? This one here bezzled out. 

With the Hot Boys and the Tear da

the lanes
I stay in my real lane
I be on some real shit popping on some new deals

Yea..I do my fucking thing y'all know how we run a game
And fuck ya chain

What's in ya ear?
Are ya hooked?
I need good friends like a good read means a book
And a mean mug ain't rootbeer or a cup it's a look
Now peek here and see

care about
Anyway
The only time
I see you now
Is when you're driving by
In a red-hot Chevrolet
Oh yeah

We're so far from each other
About two miles
If

Who Dat

J.T. Money

Pimpin' on Wax

1999

in my, fo sho'!) 

Aiy ya ya ya ya ya ya (aiy ya ya) 
Aiy ya ya ya ya ya ya (ya ya ya ya ya) 
Who 'dat, who 'dat, who 'dat who 'dat, who 'dat, who

longer find
This life divine it aint no future with me living by the nine paranoia
Cross me and I'll have your mamma morn ya
Or maybe I'll send that ass

turn into your enemies

Chorus:
(Juvenile)Load it up slide it in cock it back pop it out.
Load it up slide it in yall die.
(Lil Wayne) Load it up slide

si another juvenile pon the grung
Where i'm from
Cant hope and pray wi afi mek better come now
Nuh onepop nah mek body drop
A some hollowtip bullet