Lyrics:
homie
If I can't count on a bitch I can Count on my homie if
I can't count on a bitch I Can count on my homie
My whole team lit Yeah my whole team lit
(OTF and GBE)
300, bitch that's the team (300, bitch, that's the team)
Fuck nigga, you don't want no beef (fuck nigga, you don't want no beef)
In
back in time,
Now I'm 13 smokin' blunts, makin' green,
Or on the drug scene, fuck the football team,
Risk it, ruptured spleens, by the age of 16,
and Celtics piled up
Records hard to beat
But good as they all seem to be
They tasted of defeat
No team has ever won 'em all
And always stayed on top
Except
between the races
He hold the rock, call for sweatshops
Guard the set shop replaced by sex shops
The highest bidder, no room for the quitter
Game seven
between the races
He hold the rock, call for sweatshops
Guard the set shop replaced by sex shops
The highest bidder, no room for the quitter
Game seven
back in time,
[B.I.G.]
now i'm 13 smokin' blunts, makin' green,
or on the drug scene, fuck the football team,
risk it, rupt ur spleens, by the age
thirteen, smokin' blunts, makin' cream
On the drug scene, fuck a football team
Riskin' ruptured spleens by the age of sixteen
Hearin' the coach scream at my
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
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'
head swoll
eyes closed
i know for sure
you ain't gon' test me no more
yo' block tore
yo' family in black clothes
you got blowed
and in ya chest
(This is, this is, this is, this is!!)
Yeah... ha ha!
Whoahh (yeah)
[Juvenile]
You put the coke in a tube, and whaddya get
Whatever you
the block 'cause they was not schooled
And if I'm only competing with myself then I'm top two
No lotion but we blowing that cream so you know we that team
OPPOLO wey no get ordinary knife oh (OPPOLO See ogbono)
OPPOLO think say him wise oh(sii sii sii sii sii sii sii)
OPPOLO won dey drag shoulder with men
makin' cream
On the drug scene, fuck a football team
Riskin' ruptured spleens by the age of sixteen
Hearin' the coach scream ain't my lifetime dream
I
[Rakim]
Before the dough came, my whole aim, was blow like propane
Control the whole domain, and then show no shame
Make rappers go ? and they so
Hey roach!
Mi build a rhyme fi di thugs weh nuh tek talk
Some juvenile weh assign bwoy a death mark
Mi build a rhyme fi di
Prisoners dem lock dung
Di
ejaculated
Did it by myself, no help like I masturbated
They say I’m soft, well, fuck
I’ll get castrated
Sell my balls to one of you
Haters who can’t make
cell see (ya honor)
I was young and was restless
Run around wit' my gun and my vestes
Yeah I'm hungry and reckless (what)
But no one better test us (no
Say she want my juvenile no 400 Degrees
I Told bae to cool it now cuz you look better on yo knees
I got to know myself from bein' locked in
look but let a nigga be I'm tryna eat aye
3 Course meal with no drink aye
Im a need the louie 13 aye
Open up a bottle for my team
Before she pour my cup
and smiles
Can't become a fucking foot rag
Name drag
Such a fucking drab
There's no I in team so I call it Team with an I
I am all by myself battling my demons
a leader, take your pick
Now I'm smokin buddha philly blunt style
A frustrated and confused young juvenile
King of the project blues so I choose
To take
or
Should I say their team, now I'm gettin' steamed
Gotta find a way, to get accepted by my peers
So now I'm sippin' on beers
Buyin' new gear, nothin'
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