Lyrics:
All the way up
I put my heart in this shit dawg
Yeah
Yeah
Leave me on the road, leave me there
Leave me on the road uh
A million for a show, look
things can trigger me
And I'm hit by your memory
Some band covers our favorite song
And I'm gone
Just thinkin' 'bout you all night long
I took that
of Al Capone
Gun POW to the dome
And split the bone, wig blown off the ledge
By the alledged, full-fledged, sledge RZA edge
One dose of my feroc(ious)
And every nigga wanna be by your side oh
They tell you many things but na lie
They just wanna knack oh
Me I got your back oh
What you don't like I will
you’re tethered to the grind
Measured by the credit you rely
Depending on the roll of the die
A million pieces
A million wars
A million dry bones
around no more she don't even know how much I hit this bong
But she wrong cus i got more bars than juvenile detention lock me up
I'll still go far ain't no
I put it in my mind I can make a million dollars if I grind, bankroll time!
Bank roll after bank roll
Big Money
I like it
Bank roll after bank
the floors, by the elevator doors
That's the last thing that I saw
Damn, we plan to make grands of our home
(Number two)
Jagged edge, rockin' God, hard
Yes rasta
Di I a deh yah a give a thanks yuh nuh
Bloodclaat
Inna di ghetto man grow weh poverty leggo
Big man u affi watch how u a stray deh suh
Stopped
'Ball & G Comin' Out Hard was nowhere near a flop
Wu-Tang 36 Chambers Juvenile 400 Degreez
Gotta say that Poison Clan Poisonous Mentality yes I
little things of me
You call me crazy yet won't run from me
That is what I mean by keep in line with me
Just keep me in line girl
I'm in a twine
You've
detox fuck up farm crops
Yo beautiful, cut the cabbage and sell it as pharmaceuticals
I react, the baddest juvenile bite off his cuticles
I'm stoned,
me the Incredible Man
I'ma shit it sick like, yeah
And there is one thing to understand
Y'all know what it is and Petey is the one I am
Spit what I
Yeah
Y'all sleeping on me like I'm singing lullabies
I could write a million lines but you'll never really know what's going on in my life
A bunch
night stand
Formula music, girly guile
Genuine junk food for juveniles
Up and down the dial
Mercenary style
I watched the stars chuck down their
needs (Jesus, Lord)
Sittin' by myself, I'm just thinkin'
About all I've been through, I wish I was dreamin' (Jesus)
Man, it's hard to be an angel
a million choice mi still pick yu (Verse 1) With a million choice mi still pick yu you eva deh ya by mi side when things get rough Yu never get up n cut
But I'm a fool untamed by the children in this game
Tre, go grab them things, we gon' get paid, man
Joe Casey know a nigga wan' buy some things
I
partner that’s nothing to me
I could teach a class on it
Give a stunner degree
Since I was a juvenile
The block been 400 degrees
Iron on me loaded
Give
I'm thinkin' about makin' to the 12th
Semester went by, by 5th grade I'm strugglin'
My mind was on bitches and smoke I'm not functioning
On what I need
by summer seventeen
I want my niggas rich by summer seventeen
I'm out on bond so I gotta beat it
Half a million to my lawyer 'cause he undefeated
Now, Lauryn is only human (human)
Don't think I haven't been through the same predicament (I been in)
Let it sit inside your head like a million women
you see me bitch I grind more
And every time you see me I'm in grind mode
My dream is to make a million in a day
My dream is to make a mill by twelve
all our shit and moved it to the other side
He visited our spot, this girl was on my dick
She said, "I love you, Juvenile but you know you the shit"
I
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