Lyrics:
the grung a so dem want fi set it
Yow ghetto youths just louw the gun play
Cah you live by the gun a by the gun you shall pay
Grab a gal and just have a good
[Juvenile (Verse 1)]
You live that life... slangin' that iron off tha porch
When a nigga blow... you hit him up with tha torch
You
and your sister from the jailhouse (jailhouse)
When you died, I was doin' time, I couldn't bail out (bail out)
Sometimes my stomach be hurtin' right by my
featuring Big Tymers, Hot Boys
{Juvenile}
How you love this playboy? This one here bezzled out.
With the Hot Boys and the Tear da
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?
stuck in my ways, just when I thought that I left
Stuck in my ways, still thuggin' in the trenches, tryna change
Live by it, die by it, cause I'm stuck in
We had some fire and smoke and water
And that troubled us a lot
Now we're marking down our prices
And they're really, really hot
Everything
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
And if they shooting man we shooting back
They catch a heart attack
Hammer hits pin, you catch fire, there's no coming back
Shooting yeah, we
And if they shooting man we shooting back
They catch a heart attack
Hammer hits pin, you catch fire, there's no coming back
Shooting yeah, we
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
featuring Big Tymers, Hot Boys
{Juvenile}
How you love this playboy? This one here bezzled out.
With the Hot Boys and the Tear da
Jesus!
Yeah, I'm steady thanking God for the day
And I ain't moved by what they do or what they don't say
Yeah, and I'ma stay odd anyway
Through it all,
...
Or brains volleying demons...
Never giving a fuck for the rush chasing death bitch I'm stalking the reaper...
Y'all just live stock I keep a stock
this, lawd
Me holla respect, to all the gun men dem
Gun men alone, keep gun men friend
Fire bun, fi all the informer dem
Informer lone keep informer
this, lawd
Me holla respect, to all the gun men dem
Gun men alone, keep gun men friend
Fire bun, fi all the informer dem
Informer lone keep informer
(Lil' Wayne)
Guerilla.....what!!!..what!!!....untamed guerilla
(Juvenile)
Everyday I hear somebody bustin' choppers
They be makin' it hot
Keep it live all night
Make it hot to death
Well...
Hey...
Tell me who's your God
Does he make a lotta dough
I'm gonna take you higher
Or to the fire
to the morgue
Cause I'm a mother fucking street nigga
[Chorus]
[Juvenile]
I had a little profit out the other hood
I used to go by her house in the wee-wee
do-or-die, homicide
But tell me the reason for lost lives
Could it be we all caught up in a scandalous system?
Fallin' through the cracks, blinded by
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
baby, 2 Live is here!
[Marquis] Smokin' blunts by the pack, drunk off 'gnac
Watchin' my ones stack, I got it like that
Bitches know
Lil' Wayne)
Guerilla.....what!!!..what!!!....untamed guerilla
(Juvenile)
Everyday I hear somebody bustin' choppers
They be makin' it hot they be
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