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would turn it down
Its bumping south side hop in my any ride
It used to give me the chills spice one to juvenile
Manny fresh make the best instrumentals

so juvenile
(But that's just a fantasy away
Only just a sweet fantasy away)
My eyes crack open to the dark of night
To an empty bed, you're not by my

another me
Put ya faith in me ain’t no room for infidelity
I’m sucka free, my homies died I dream someone murder me
Luxury how I’m try live these bitches

juvenile, goin' out like a menace
Chillin' on the set, I see a big dope dealer
Hearing voices in my head sayin' kidnap that nigga
Hands all bloody 'cause I'm

You're not afraid of the dark, are you?

Turn off the lights and close ya bedroom door
Close ya eyes and sit in the middle of the floor
Soon ya gonna

need him
Cause ya' homies blowing backs out left ya babies in the street with they backs out
Body count multiplied oh you got clout
When the reckoning

calling 
Calling
Like a mamma bird whose
Calling, yeah, ooh
She's high in the tree
Unseen...
Singing to her baby
I want you here
Right next to me!
Ya live

crack no smiles or they'll crack ya pot
So ima get rich or die tryin, I'm not up in no clubs
But bottles stay flyin' with these paper planes
Every Friday

What's in ya ear?
Are ya hooked?
I need good friends like a good read means a book
And a mean mug ain't rootbeer or a cup it's a look
Now peek here and see

the lanes
I stay in my real lane
I be on some real shit popping on some new deals

Yea..I do my fucking thing y'all know how we run a game
And fuck ya chain

Who Dat

J.T. Money

Pimpin' on Wax

1999

in my, fo sho'!) 

Aiy ya ya ya ya ya ya (aiy ya ya) 
Aiy ya ya ya ya ya ya (ya ya ya ya ya) 
Who 'dat, who 'dat, who 'dat who 'dat, who 'dat, who

Hypnotize Cash Money

Juvenile

Crazyndalazdayz [Clean]

1998

featuring Big Tymers, Hot Boys 



{Juvenile} 

How you love this playboy? This one here bezzled out. 

With the Hot Boys and the Tear da

care about
Anyway
The only time
I see you now
Is when you're driving by
In a red-hot Chevrolet
Oh yeah

We're so far from each other
About two miles
If

turn into your enemies

Chorus:
(Juvenile)Load it up slide it in cock it back pop it out.
Load it up slide it in yall die.
(Lil Wayne) Load it up slide

longer find
This life divine it aint no future with me living by the nine paranoia
Cross me and I'll have your mamma morn ya
Or maybe I'll send that ass

mama's only son

But I live everyday like it's my muthafuckin' last one

Every nigga and they mama askin' why

But I'm in the game live by the game and in

radiant beam
Lady in white
I see ya, I read ya
The rest plagiarist and I'm dangerous
And I'm anxious, I'm eager
Come taste the stroke as I grab the nape

The story starts long time ago
The black men had the blues
Few years gone by, a few more tries
The swing was in our shoes
10 years later a new

si another juvenile pon the grung
Where i'm from
Cant hope and pray wi afi mek better come now
Nuh onepop nah mek body drop
A some hollowtip bullet

a thief
And I ain't sitting back watching while you juvenile teens
Try and take away the game, and leave it ruined in pieces
Who would agree, the music that

me just in moderation
Nigga getting shot by the
Cops while cooperating
Women turning thots for some
Cock and an operation
Inauguration, I should be

stand
Prophit grew from a juvenile to a grown man 
You gotta take responsibility for your own man 
Zonin', two blunts a mornin', by sunrise sometimes

me 

Can't Comparee
New flavor in ya ear 
Bitch you that I'm rare! 
Bumping Brookz tubicious 
Bitches By the pair
Cheers they asses in the air 
But my

death, no Basquiat, I'm sittin' passenger
Smoke dead opps while feds watch, roll it in leaves of lavender
Shed light on my life through peepholes, adjust