Lyrics:
we don't want them by the house
But Skipper started bustin' when he saw them pullin' out
We did them niggaz dirty for fuckin' up our vibe
We packed up
the butcher
The pick-a-booger-at-your-wake is bumping "I'm your pusher"
Also at your wake, Juvenile Intruders at the gate
Brooding over waking history that
Juvenile:
Look... Uh..
Cash Money nigga, Juvenile nigga,
Put a limit to the bullshit and give me some space.
Nigga recognize a G in me when I'm in
a trouble Ms brown
See a likkle old ooman a hustle through town
Wid a big back, look at har face, bare frown
A juvenile seh mummy mek mi help out
Travel wid
(Spoken by the Gangsta)
Hmmph! A dedication to all them homeboys a
Nd all them homegirls out there that done passed away
Dirty boys dedicate this
OK ease back before I make position to squeeze
The head burner cookin emanate thought and grab my phallus
Please I pump kinetics with
represent to keep it live
Testin' 1-2-3 I flows rhymes wicked Jamal represent to keep it live (x2)
Verse 1:
Back in the day where I'm from in the slum it was
The ride is nude Yeah topless
Then it's peddle to the mettle to that success
Cos I'm so fly I'm so fly
Why they wanna hate everytime I ride by
Cos ain't
in the eye and just wave you goodbye
Cause your selfish ways made the alphabet and put apart the letters u and I
I'm juvenile, but I've learned alot
My
the fat kid in the basement
Devil's Night, we throwin' them eggs
Duck down and get hit in the head
Ruthless, my style is a juvenile
Ran with the gang, bank
They say you gotta own it now
Staring back at the fact
But a big bag of anxiety is strapped to my back
It's how I'm going down
So much weight that it
acting tuff
Think my name Juvenile how these hoes back it up
Spray cans they ain't tagging stuff
Sport a dad hat if they ever say I'm capping bruh
mouth
You gone die bout it
Last sucka poppin that shit he got a
Shit brag
Bitch Yo brotha died you need to
Slide and get yo get back
556 233 let's make em
callin'
He could have the bitch back early in the morning
Get you pushed while I'm sellin' dope
Work delivered, by a couple boats
Game from Junkies, man,
Risin sun
People say you no go fit to carry me to the promise land
They say God is not fit to carry me to the promise land
They say make I get back
he knocked out
I step by Boozilla, my nigga told 'em like, "Not my dawg"
I wit' some juveniles, they doped up, Lil D ain't never fold up
So when he
Yeah, yeah
In time, niggas sittin' tired on the 45 on my high drive
Headline, niggas, headline
Sit back, get a headline, yeah
Drop out when I'm
if I drip joy with me
Jah blessings on my back timing and grace be the key
Chikaodili kaodili once a hustler
Dedicated to the streets only child
"Ayee... Aye KJAY!"
"Come here... man"
"Wassup"
"These lil niggas is so soft nowadays. Shit"
"Ayee aye, aye back in my day...
Back in my day... These
godliness
And gets acknowledged by everyone, even agnostics
These niggas nondescript, lacking swag and they lacking features
While I'm back in the back
back
To that lil' school I had been sent to
Find some shit I could get in to
Been through more by the time I was eighteen
Then most people go through
beat
I came from the hood Making decisions
If I run from from the cops I could cause a collision
Ay and then I would be in juvenile detention
I'm not
it (yea yea yea yea AH)
Getting high getting high making stacks making stacks
Throwing them back throwing them back
Blow in’ them backs
Blow in’ them
And our victims die tragic
We stalk around like the beast out for prey
Back in the island pullin' more jooks by the day
Takin' loot wit my crimeys
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