Lyrics:
the llello and weigh it
735's I drive fits ta match, when I past
Bitches ask, "Who the fuck was that?"
Girl that's Juvenile you don't know'em he on fire
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Juvenile:
It's enemy turf that I'm on, so I'ma play it how it go
Cock the hollow points into my black calico
Hit the coat with some of grams
Invisible inside of the cabin, visible diamonds it's on me (haw, yeauh)
KP invented an army so careful while passing by homie
How many risked it for me
stupid ass, run it back
That HBO shit, I must address that
Once and for all, what's my opinion on Jamie Foxx?
He pussy, plus he ain't funny as Chris
create and tape
A series for me
Lyrically he not hard, fuck Akh bars (Akbar)
The ratchet that'll blow his top
Off I call Teairra Mari
It couldn't be
I'ma be ready to fuck this hoe,
I ran up in it for an hour or so,
Put her back in the bus and took a route to the store,
Picked up some brew for the rest
got whateva, bottle of that moon
Gally, gally of that henna, mix it wit that crunk
(Hennessy)
Juice, we'll have a nigga spinnin' like that
Da blow, da
the Louisville Slugger
BGeezy is the hustla, ignorant motherfucker
I was taught how to bust heads by the best head busters
Cluckers, you know I got'em 2 for 1 my
Lou Ferrigno,
Made by the Nero, look like a zero,
Shine the spotlight, this is my night,
Get your cameras ready, let it rain confetti,
I'm
grinding influentially
Put that on my mothers yeah we getting it by any means
Put that on my mothers yeah we getting it by any means
Put that on my mothers
Even though I'm fuckin with the po'-po'
Them nigga know how I act in the low-low
Slow mo', nigga check out my promo
You mo'fo's can't fuck with my
some paper, I gotta do it quick
Thinkin' I'm a juvenile but they don't know who they messin' with
Yeah, my mama's only son
But I live every day like
some paper, I gotta do it quick
Thinkin' I'm a juvenile but they don't know who they messin' with
Yeah, my mama's only son
But I live every day like
Where the fuck was you when I was broker den a bitch (Yeah)
I ain't have nothing in my pockets it was lent (Yeah)
Now you claim you fucking wit a n***a
look sweet like a lick
You ain't Baggin shìt
Da Last person who tried
It went bad for him
He got sent up
Like Jesus
Done asked for him
Word to Soulja
But fuck it though I gotta keep my grandma straight
Catch a case, getaway by the grace of God
Standing on the corner slanging slabs of hard
Just
we lived and died by it
Chorus
Juvenile:
If war ever came we held the fort down
Back, slowed up, we switched and sold pound
Stayed on point
a nigga to jail
Cause they loving a freak
(Lil' Wayne)
In my section it be off the heezy
And my section's being represented by Lil' Weezy
What the deal
will...
I repeat...If ya
Just blast that mutha fuck
{gun shots}
{broken glass}
Verse 1:
I'm bout that paper
I'm on top and it (?)
You
changed, still doin' my thing
Still do it for the block, nuts hang and swing
You don't know another nigga that can stunt like me (stunt like me)
Big Tymer
love it, we coulda been washed like dirty dishes
But the Genie in the Lamp gave Tash like 30 wishes
First I wished for health 'cause I be thinkin' 'bout
The hot boys, the three-time losers, the drug-abusers
I don't give a fuck what you do, nigga
Stick to what you do
[ CHORUS ]
It be them Flaw Boyz,
paly with us lil daddy because we'll have you in stiches
It's UTP right here and we about getting our riches
[Verse 1: Juvenile]
I pledge aleadgence
feel
Hook
B.G.:
You fuck with Lil' Turk, you fucking with the whole crew
Juvenile:
I feel like I'mma lose my life for this
I feel like I'mma have
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