Lyrics:
Ain't no point of even tryin niggas betta call it quits
'Cause this shit bout hot as it get
I feel like Weezy F and Juvenile in hot boy mode
I'm tryna
know it's just no use, no use
Know what people say
They think it's a juvenile's game
But I don't care, I'd always wait
'Cause we are brought together by
time we met
Time goes by but we never forget
The first time we fall in love
Love can be exciting, it can be a bloody bore
Love can be a pleasure
Ooh, hey yeah
Do you know how to leave, do you want to ride...ride
Ya see, it started off in St. Paul from the street of Old Nash
And it feels
Dem never wah see the youths shine "NO"
I'm so last in my throughts my emotions keep runing wild after all I'm a young juvenile I'm Just tryna make it
it could've been
We ain't soulmates but we should've been
See what happens when you listen to ya friends
Yeah I was a young girl then but I done grew
the wrong tree
Somethings
Got ya comin' on strong
Another fake smile
Riding on a turnstile
Juveniles
Wrecking their homes
The sooner you leave
The sooner I'll
since I was a juvenile
They cut me loose in nine deuce I swore to tell the whole truth
Keep it gang-bang 100 proof
Everybody say hey snoop did death
down real quick
Like that razor Gillette
Body acceptin' bullets like 1-800-Collect
Chorus (Juvenile):
Livin' in that 3rd where niggas got shot
They got
niggas resting in peace
and my niggas behind the wall.
See you when I get there you know what I'm saying? (really doe)
So drip with me as I go
be hurtin' right by my waist band (waist band)
Just finished prayin', look in the mirror, I see a man (a man)
On all ten, I still stand, I see
This imitation game
Music is all the same
This imitation game
Everybody imitating Juvenile's "Ha"
I don't have creativity, anything ha
Are you
Here we go, we gon' send this one out to the old school
All these motherfuckers in the Bronx and Brooklyn
And Staten Island, Queens, and all
not a walk in the park
It's not a shot in the dark
It's not a juvenile crime
There's nothing like the first time
It's not like tying the knot
There's no
times seem out of place when compared with my burdens
Feels I been shot deep in my soul, but the bullet keep turning
Thinking of my juvenile years,
call Earl, 10 months in this gut, what the fuck,
I wish moms would hurry up, so I can get buck wild,
Juvenile with the mics 'n' shit, New York, New
know it's the baddest bitch
Number ten in the face, slim in the waist
Fat in the ass, do you want a taste?
Pop to the bass I'mma make ya drop
(Whoop!
DMT, I'm so rare
My juvenile was wilder than the NOLA
A locomotive couldn't track me down in my career
Runnin' this shit with four pair, son of my
you before baby... but listen
[Chorus:]
Put my numba in ya phone,
And when you get out the club girl call me up
Put my number in ya phone,
Just
fuckin' bullet in ya head
Just victims of the in-house drive-by
They say jump, you say how high? Yeah
Just victims of the in-house drive-by
They say
fuckin' bullet in ya head
Just victims of the in-house drive-by
They say jump, you say how high? Yeah
Just victims of the in-house drive-by
They say
believe everything you be hearing on them
songs, cause sometimes the Devil can get in there and steer ya wrong
{Hook 4x}
Now this one's for my ghetto
on let's ride
In your neighborhood (yah!)
Imma come through and slide (yah!)
Just driving by (yah!)
Came to say hi (yah!)
No it's late at night but are you
Your Word Is Living In My Heart
And I Will Praise You With A New Song, My Soul Will Bless You Lord
You Fill My Life With Greater Joy, As I Delight Myself
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