Lyrics:
fight it
Many things weh my eye don see
Inna court as a juvenile
My co D it's just you and I
I crept up like a crocodile
I'm Focus CP I'm trying to get
you want eve much have a chest no mo'
y'all boys ain't ready to get lost in cross fire
Never dem toss (?) We'z neva die
(chorus)
Dem boys
haters get sprayed
All week long look I'm a nigga on the grind
All year long I make you niggaz respect my mind
Every single day it's a must I tote
there
The real hip-hop, is over here
The real hip-hop, throw your hands in the air
Yo, been rockin rooftops, you know what I'm sayin'?
Internat',
[ VERSE 1: Threat ]
Fresh out my khaki fatigues
All you B.G.'s, you little leagues
??? run deep down in my genetic code, my DNA, frequent
instincts, which
Are leaning firmly toward the other option
"All Eyes on You" "Your voice sounds
Ill, the flow sounds ill, " she says "This
Is going to get
Token be the newest out music’s juvenile
But you the student who gets tutored now
Dudes assume I’ll use the crown
Like a root canal and Massachusetts
The scripting is heavy
You knew it already
I pray to God I never lose money over a meddie
We keep it steady
Little under 3 minutes how we like do this
Rated R
Call Rudy, tell him hook us up a twenty sack
C'mon c'mon c'mon, we ballin' y'all
Where my cats think you feel me at?
Alla y'all, and when we earn that
It's a blessing that I came to the party
Never met a girl so fly
Is there a moment I don't think of you? Hardly
Never not a day goes by
They say you
Girl all the rich niggas, girl all the rich niggas, they want you
Girl all the rich niggas, girl all the rich niggas, they want you
Want her, all
It contradicts your story
Legal systems enforce
Protections from the worst you sure
History full of language flipped to work
Over plebs engaged with
the greatest, you just the latest,
I'm loved by your grand mama, and your baby
[Chorus]
See my head is so big they call me jack in the box,
You can't
This is what you're tellin' me, okay
It all comes down to this huh? Okay
This is what you fuckin' tellin' me?
That this is it? Okay (grr)
How
at the end of the road
If you know what to do you can get you a steak
I can tell that you fake by your energy
I know if i let it you will take me to the devil
to the fast money.
While you tricking off playing boss, I was in the lab dummy.
Since a juvenile baby, I been bout that cash money.
No pain, No gain, this
gat
It got ice all over wit dubs to match
You catch us on yo block late dressed up in black
Now What's Up wit dat
[Mannie Fresh]
It's like ruff,
went by the name of Big Jim
He was outwardly bold but he wasn't too old
He wanted somethin' more than the championship gold
No he was fighting for
Uhn
Chea chea chea chea prrr
Uhn uhn han
Your neck your back
Look i can bend you over like this
I can you bend you over
I can you bend you over
I
you ready for the best pussy you ever felt?)
With one more verse to the story
I need another piece of your ear
I wanna hip you all to the reason
I'm
I get outta jail and lose all
Of the papers I kept, You know?
Names for the debts and major collects
Wonder how I got released with
This razor I met
and my people ya heard me,
And we got the lord on our side so can't nothing you do or say to me bother me cousin,
I'ma be here until its all over with, I
over dead straight love and raspect negative I never accept
Juvenile no need your heat theft make use of what left , form there is life all thing are
shouldn't hit
Many detriments, but this is before I took the spliff
I never had a system, always mooched off a friend
Selfish when I would get one. You can
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