Lyrics:
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?
Somethin ain't right
How I'm feelin
I gotta crush on you
I gotta crush on you
This is so juvenile
That I'm crushin
And I'm blushin
Every time I get
I don't give a damn nigga ima do me
275 be the whole damn team
I don't give a damn nigga ima do me
275 be the whole damn team
I don't give a damn
No cap no cap kno tha
By any means necessary nigga
Know we ballin without a team
Let go
Know I can ball with no team
No team
Robbing got racks in my
so you respectin us
Chorus
[Juvenile]
If I was in the dinker, I probably be dead right now
One of these niggas tried to bust my head by now
I'll be
over when you see us
Ya bitch see me she go team up
No man behind from Ben
To gorge I don't leave nothing
Blowing that cereal milk no breakfast
Go Brazy
by my side, who gon' get mission complete (Take off)
Big boss on tha team, ridein' round, wit tha strap (With tha strap)
Boss on tha team where you is
A juvenile detention center
Where I was using all of the gifts He's given
Putting the truth all into the music then the
Show ended no gimmicks, I do
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
so my TV's gleam
I got a bad ass bitch, that's on my team
I got a thoed ass Glock
With a big ass beam when I'm
Sitting sideways, with a three piece
I don't need no team
I don't need no fuckin help
All I need is me
I don't need nobody else
I do this by myself
Do this by myself
I do this by myself
many lost souls molded by a criminal mind?
From the bay in california to the streets of the east
Can't be no justice without no peace, believe
Life
Ah yeah, Hypnotize Minds, wassup Lil' Wyte, featuring Juvenile
Crash the mothafuckin' club, the remix
And it's goin' down for you hoes like this
Pull up to the club on antics (On smoke)
Full kit
Big drip
Atlantis (Big drip)
Whole team
Formation
That's tactics
Couple tings by the section
Looking
the rest is history
You're all alone in the freezing cold
By the underground
Your hands are numb and you're feeling dumb
Cos you been let down
You thought
got these n****s in check
Bagging babymoms I'm dressed in my best
No panic got me feeling the best
Going hard for my team
Going hard for my team
Going
Illbliss
Oga Boss
M M Major Banks
I see you Suspect
Unstoppable (Capital Hill Music)
Eh my God is so (Powerful)
My money so (Powerful)
My team is so
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
With a dimepiece
Audemar what that time piece say
Audemar what that time piece say
Know it ain't shit, swing by the Federal boot camp
Shit, whip it like
by me
Playing on my team
Is someone like
Me, baby, no way
Watch me while I do my thing
Oh, baby, no way
Are you fucking with the team
and roll
The reaper take flight
And it must be medicine
I ain't much of a gentleman
Savage in every aspect, leave no evidence
Playin' mind games, givin'
Some rappers claim that they got a heart full of anger
How when your lyrics were written by a stranger
Fool I'm the greatest, you just the latest
I'm
time
I'll always be a thug, until I'm trippin' and crazy
I'ma always stay close with Suga Slim, Wayne and Baby
Runnin' with a team off cut-throats
the blues
Can't be no baller if your a hoe tryin to slang yah-yo
Smart tymer thought I'm the one tryin to see their neck broke
Flip by Calliope
Fo-fo's
Hurrah
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