Lyrics:
on a mission, I got a job to complete
They take one of mine, I put six of theirs into sleep
So I live by the gat and that's my toy
And out on the streets, I'm
rewind to eighty-nine
Introduced me to this life of crime, but we was blind
Little nappy-haired juveniles, livin' wild
No smiles on our faces, thirteen
rewind to eighty-nine
Introduced me to this life of crime, but we was blind
Little nappy-haired juveniles, livin' wild
No smiles on our faces, thirteen
about that little nigga running the streets
Making a living through his beats
What about these whack ass politicians
They don't care if we live or die
was fire on command
But guess who crawled out the dirt, ready steady make 'em squirt
Saved like last the last dance when you never stood a chance
It
from holy
But this matrimony provided the script
To live on
And live by
Grow up and grow on
Get on and get by
So forth and so on
And this here's
(Dolly Parton)
My train of thought was broken by a sudden burst of laughter
Something badly needed to brighten up the chores
Seemed old Mrs.
in the streets
I'm fully in it bitch, your shit is juvenile to me
We can squash it, go 'head let you warm up the crowd for me
I hate to even be like
live, you get it is the way a nigga play it
Niggas ain't fightin' no more, niggas bustin' your head
Sendin' you to your grave, it's do or die, cousin
like a snap shot is taken
If you live you could learn if you just be patient
'Cause life is like a slide show
And all the places I go
And all the things
[Wayne]
What, wha, wha, wha, wha
What, wha, wha, wha, wha
Cash Mo-ney Millionaires
So take it there
[Juvenile]
Yellow Viper, yellow Hummer,
'bout
Let me take you back in time
Rewind to eighty-nine
Little nappy haired juveniles, livin' wild
No smiles on our faces
Thirteen catchin' cases
Indeed,
milli? He got something to live for
Don't wanna nigga putting four through that Bentley coupe door
I'll manhandle Mariah like "Bitch, get on the ground
is my style
And if it enough to make Kevin Lyle spit this out right now
And get 'em with Juvenile feed pitbull puppies, bologna in the projects
You
his stepchild, run the mile
Forever like a juvenile, to stay alive
Survivin' in the freestyle, yo hold it down
Walkin' on the wild side, to live
on the wild side, to live or die
Damn another slow song
Yo Money put the record back the FUCK on
No respect for the Usual Suspects, mad teens
Pourin' fire
character strapped with the sounds profound
Similar to rounds spit by Derringers
You're in the Terrordome like my man Chuck D said
It's time to dethrone
Tanqueray and Hennessy until I cold hurl
Ten months in this gut, what the fuck
I wish moms would hurry up
So I could get buck
Wild juvenile ripping mics
friends
To my homies, fuck friends, yeh
I've heard, you doing well life is swell and you live n tell
Kinda opposite to me because my life is hell
I
and bang
If a nigga don't know better peep the game
SUC we running thangs
Finna smash me a nigga
I'm a young gun nigga by the name of Trae
Wrecking this
lifelong mission
Just listen, everyday like a snap shot taken
If you live you could learn to just be patient
'Cause life is like a slide show
All
play the block I ain't the type to punch your clock
I'm the type to put the metal to the floor in the drop
I live life in the fast lane, I make a grove
tuberculosis, folks."
People hurried by, gray shadows on a distant wall.
It was getting late and no money to score.
He turned into a side street and the lake
young nigga
Do what you gotta survive young nigga
Live we fly down in New Orleans
Get it purpulatin'
You smell me keep that fire green circulatin'
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