Lyrics:
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Playin by different bitches cuz my face in the paper
Profile done although she couldnt describe me I got the eraser
I don't
obligated, to be a Juvenile for life
It don't change robbin' shit in this game
I know you heard about that 7th ward, 9th and the rest
But who's
Aw, man man I sho' need this one here man
It's gon' be so huge
I know everyone out there gon' love
This one ya heard me
Manny Fresh:
Now, who
a form little juvenile a carry gun in a them hand them seh them nah take program
Verse 1:Mi nuh know weh dem youth ya hear about
Them a tell u straight
gon' work
Ain't it some hotter niggaz from out that 3 be doin' that dirt
Juvenile:
All the money in the world can't even move you
Your
niggaz that pose a threat
Until somebody warns you that you're close to death
Chorus: Juvenile (4x)
Mannie Fresh:
Don't love ya, don't need ya, so
shoot I'd be the nigga in the suit in the box under the ground
fox chased by the hound locked permanent frown Xzibit get down
by liftin' iron by the pound
them ladies
Over and over again
You can bet that my magnolia
Is like I told ya
To keep the G in me
[Juvenile]
Talking for the freaks and the girls
Steve
Chorus:
I take It off your shoulder
Nigga I'm thuggin in the magnolia
You better do what I told ya
Unless you want to get fuck over
[Juvenile
obligated, to be a Juvenile for life
It don't change robbin' shit in this game
I know you heard about that 7th ward, 9th and the rest
But who's
Bitch I know you wanna tell ya girlfriends how it was
To get hit from the back, in the back of the 'Lac by a thug
And to get ran through until you get
strong, Hotline
You suckas better find ya mind I got mine
From hustling and busting them rhymes
Ro my niggas up in Quentin
Down on Riker's Isle stay rile
as a lil runner boy I hang wit real gunners on some slime shit wipe ya nose we do no conversations on phones meet me in public when you want the bows then I
sittin' in the middle
Me and my son, Wheezy, got a house by the water
I'll be fuckin' bad bitches (bad bitches, bad bitches)
I be hittin' they daughters
nose dirty,
Playa haters wanna kill me,
Juvenile I know you feel me,
I'm too smart to let em' steal me,
Refuse to let 'em steal me,
Nigga fuck ya, I'ma
?killing?
I feel like letting 'em just bust that bitch out
Baby:
I feel like making a come up in a ?milf?
I feel like getting that ?alley goat? by myself
wanted beef
Bitch you didn't heard I was in it
You're out dare stuntin
Ya run the north at da mouth
Jumpin off buildins, that you don't know nothin
though nigga
I'm com'n, playa hate me, you get removed nigga
(Juvenile)
Stop at the gas station and put 30 in the tank
Pockets kinda low, I hit
they buisness, but staying in line
Seeking you will find, the loaded up .9
Wanted at 'cha cuz it of fa' stealin' my mind
Juvenile and Three-6 thats
[ INTRO: Juvenile ]
What's up whodie?
This Juvenile Nino, Cash Money Millionaire
Doin this here
My boys from the ATL, Jim Crow
And we all should
stall
Stutter, softer than melted butter
There's no other word, go ask your mother
Hard solid as your city
Born in Brooklyn, can tell by the way that
[Juvenile]
I'd be a stupid motha fucka if I'm stuck in his pot
I aint waitin to see what nigga out here love me or not
I say I hate em from
down and kick in the do' nigga
(Juvenile, Juvenile, Juvenile)
Let's get this shit cracklin'
My probation officer's gonna know what happened
Stay
the green
Bodies droppin', I send out the green
Free my niggas that's still in the can
Everything ain't as bad as it seems
Judge offered me juvenile life
.jpg/237px-Juvenile(rapper).jpg "Juvenile")
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