Lyrics:
children a day die from a gunshot wound in the U.S.
A million violent gun crimes are committed by 18 to 20 year olds
With homicide being the leading cause
Baby:
I feel like making a come up in a ?milf?
I feel like getting that ?alley goat? by myself
B.G.:
I feel like motherfuck the world
I feel like buying
Bursting m-16, A-K's and S-L-R's
But with those evilous ways, I know you won't reach far
Soon you will be drowning in your own blood on the tar
But too
Mannie Fresh, Lil' Wayne and Turk
Baby and BG
The HB's with Strings on the cd-Its all gravy
Wait till you see us on TV
I'm Juvenile it ain't hard for you
featuring Juvenile
(B.G.)
Ohh man, you fuck that girl friend
Verse 1: (Juvenile)
Girl look at you, with you big fine A$$
I'm com'n, playa hate me, you get removed nigga
(Juvenile)
Stop at the gas station and put 30 in the tank
Pockets kinda low, I hit the curb
I'ma turn up and go
Wide open shots like
Activating all my
Come and get the
Since a Juvenile knew the
Still hitting shots like
Still activating my
Chorus:
I take It off your shoulder
Nigga I'm thuggin in the magnolia
You better do what I told ya
Unless you want to get fuck over
[Juvenile]
Watch
the streets at midnight, the little terror
Huh, I get better by the letter
A true breed, head to juvenile once more
A twenty bag of funk, shall I say more?
on attractin to each other with a passion
[Chorus]
[Juvenile]
When the big dog is in ya they gon'wanna bother a G
wanna leave way at night and come
niggas in a super traps
Man we gotta get it, have it by Sunday
If it ain't by Sunday
We gon' get it Monday
If it ain't by Tuesday
Then it's fucking
from a gunshot wound in the U.S.
A million violent gun crimes are committed
By eighteen to twenty year olds
With homicide being the leading cause
I'm taking over for that 21 and 22
Juvenile they nola clap when I enter the room
I'm a boss that still sweep I like my floors clean
I'm from the mud,
killing season, ain't no reason, ain't no need ta stale
I'm the one put here ta absorb all this energy and pain
Non stop pop from the top of the clip in ya
featuring Juvenile
(B.G.)
Ohh man, you fuck that girl friend
Verse 1: (Juvenile)
Girl look at you, with you big fine A$$
niggaz who ride the best
[Juvenile]
Hmmmm, hmmmmmmmm
In the late night, we be cockin high and givin you stage fright
Yo head might explode, when I bust
"Juvenile, stay off them streets."
I can't help, I draw attention, they be fuckin' with me
I'm hot in the ass and can't get enough of these streets
Ha, ha, ha
Oh, damn
Now bop to this
Oh Yeah
Ya'll know what this is
Flame on
Juvenile
Drag-on
Flame on
And now Swizz, Swizz Beatz yeah
nigga
And teach, my nigga
If ya don't work ya don't eat, my nigga
(Chorus 2x [Juvenile])
They got a million and one things that you could be doin'
loved by ya grandmama, and ya babies
[chorus]
See my head is so big they call me jack n the box
You can't impress me, so fuck what you got
I say my head
Something about it, man
Same song and dance
In the pale moonlight (yo)
I'm looking at ya, yeah, girl, you're kinda tooken back by
The whole rapper
Check the pain I inflict, like a convict, the Fulton digger
Jump in the Acura Vigor, after I stick ya
Rip ya like a razor, straight up Henny with
and got hip to it
The next report card came, Daddy-o knew it
And waitin by the door to put a blitz in effect
But Daddy-o forgot to make a situation check
I
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 for the tough
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