Lyrics:
then found in alleys, I'm rowdy really
(Chorus)
So here we go now,
Holla if ya hear me though, come and feel me flow
Never mixing with tricking
cross that line
One thing
About me
Juvenile Mentality
Niggas only tough on mic but bitch am strong without a mic
I come from a crew don't go by names go
they're actin like juveniles
They're goin a mile, man, they need to calm down
Speakin my theory as the crowd get near me
Yo, turn up the mic so they can
skillt me, your glares don't tilt me
My pops def' built me to the point
I'm not moved by no thing
Man or material, crime without the serial
Never been
focus got me noticed by my vocals
Hoping that my broken heart would open doors to going global
Antisocial as a juvenile didnu0027t want my crew to wild
Yep! Uh
And Bow Wow yeah
Yep! Uh
Yeah yeah, yeah
I'm sayin' O
Lemme tell you what my girlfriend looking like
Holla at the people man
Hey
She be
Ben's
But I'm a Capricorn I'm packed like I'm strapped for gore
I whip the pussy like slave masters, they backs is torn
My pole reels them in, right by
came to kick it but really
I would rather be at home all by myself not in this room
With people who don't even care about my well being
I don't dance,
cha'
It's about to be a hit right now, fuck back then we the shit right now
Dropped Take Care, bought a mothafuckin' crib
And I'm pickin' up the keys
'Tis the season for bleeding and we've been looking for a reason
[Chorus]
[Ludacris]
Hey hey
Come holla at me, I'm a star, I got the hood
(As fly) as the one with the dubs on a slant
(That ride) so pretty mama please don't let your
(Pass by) 'cause shawty you just don't know
(That I)
phone number later on gave me a holla
I popped up by her mamas so her nigga won't know nada
She took thirty minutes play me like a some kinda coward
[talking]
Even though we all thugs
Don't judge us by our action, but judge us by our heart
The wicked, spies upon the righteous
God blesses the man,
wasted
Niggas love tryna put my back where the walls facin'
Big body frames, wasn't into car racin'
Me and Chubbs drive by, shorty heart racin'
I
You cocked back
You thought you had it planned
You thought you had your man
He saw you coming, he ran when you tried to blast that man
You missed him
You cocked back
You thought you had it planned, you thought you had your man
He saw you comin', he ran when you tried to blast that man
You missed
never need no bitch
Tell her take everything, don't leave your shit
Then I sent to her by her mama told her I'll holla
Tryin' get it poppin' now I'm
everybody knows that I'm his lady
Every time you see us, we super fly
So proud he's by my side
He knows I'm ride or die
You don't know how we roll
Holla
hey)
Tip, holla at 'em (hey)
Ain't no accident, it's the demolition man
Burn a match and set a fire to your minivan
Go to war with any man, you
(Drink)
Deed made the beat and I thought of west coastin (Yeah)
House party chillin smokin on that cali potent (Smoke)
But lets bring it back and talk about
Slim Thug
Yeah, We Back
Slim Thugga
Mannie Fresh
This for the real niggas in the club, man
Holla at em Fresh
[Chorus: x2]
In the streets (in
music, this is gun clap music
Load it up, cock it back and blast to it
[Fredro Starr]
Yo, who shot ya? It's too late to try to operate
Hard escape
Not that I need one
I’m doing good all by myself
Finally startin’ to realign my mental health
My self esteem, starting to shoot back up
My confidence is
cheated on my main bitch (main bitch)
But my side comin back to me
I'm ballin' on these broke n**gas (swish)
Check the highlights on Sports Center (yeah)
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