Lyrics:
(Lil' Wayne)
Guerilla.....what!!!..what!!!....untamed guerilla
(Juvenile)
Everyday I hear somebody bustin' choppers
They be makin' it hot
conversation
This man have a fucking sweet conversation
I'm falling from the fucking sky What the fuck you mean by that
Yeah, I'ma fall in for the sky Yeah,
She dominates his every thought and dream and conversation
He talks about her constantly with an air of jubilation
There ain't nothin' in the world he
be free
Beneath the ground, the giants sleep
And maybe we're just in their dreams
The setting sun with every turn
Above the ground the oak trees
together the nights that we ride
In the impala, you were always right there by my side
With my hand on my pistol bible on the other side
Duffle bag full
The pressure
(You gotta find a way to deal with) dealin' with the peer pressure
As a young black teen, everyday I, deal
With the pressure
over heads with class
I gotta project 'em
I gotta
Flip the rhyme
Mindset that we all gone shine
One time
Man we all gone shine
We had to
Flip the rhyme
gonna find us together
In a love that's just begun
By the time this night is over
Two hearts are gonna fly to the Heavens above
And we'll get closer
gonna find us together
In a love that's just begun
By the time this night is over
Two hearts are gonna fly to the Heavens above
And we'll get closer
with a apple in they mouth
Sparkplug ya eardrums when i got the mic
Mute the whole song, i got this verse on my sight
Red dot telling me to go
Man they
just a juvenile delinquent.
So I was gone, and I'm on my way home,
my momma's going to get me, and I flee with (???).
She puts a jacket on my
transmit
MC's submit to the will as I kill your
Juvenile freestyle, civilize the men-tal
Devils worship this like an icon
Bear-hugging mics with
something about her, that made me want to be,
A better man, the best that I could be.
A year went by, I ain't gonna lie, she was no stranger to my memory,
I
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
is we've been conditioned into this, chained only by each other
But before I get into that, I want to start with the so-called root of all evil
It's
this God I promise that I'm finished with love
We gon have a conversation if I make it to the skies above
It's about time I address you directly
Time
I used to roll with high frequency
Had a habit of juvenile delinquency
If y'all could see all the things I did
When I was a kid
Ya might flip ya
Well, there was this movie I seen one time
About a man riding 'cross the desert and it starred Gregory Peck
He was shot down by a hungry kid trying
trying to get it on his own
I promise mommy I will bring all the money home
Grown man rap shit I don’t fuck with you cats
Fuck face niggas want to hear
head, man
You try living like that every second of every day
So now, I'm releasing all of these crazy thoughts out into the world
You deal with it
My
down, then I lay the conversation
Juvenile blind, made me think, is this a new beginning?
Kept an older frame of mind when I've been spraying all these
a life, you need to hang it up
Dreams, click clack
Man down with that chrome Uz'
On his back like "nigga don't move"
Word to mother, we don't lose
Talk
to take a loss (she went bad on me, y'all)
Damn, it hurts to take a loss
Time passes by, I'm asking, "Why?"
You match my fly, no cap, no lie
Trophy,
own caption
I admit I was moving wild, didn't think you'd catch me slipping
Fucking with all of these women
Acting so juvenile on my bullshit like on my
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