Lyrics:
niggas in a super traps
Man we gotta get it, have it by Sunday
If it ain't by Sunday
We gon' get it Monday
If it ain't by Tuesday
Then it's fucking
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
a decapitated head
When the rest of his body's still alive runnin'?
Comin' with five gunmen, waitin' to do a drive-by
So when you see the black 500 (what?)
a decapitated head
When the rest of his body's still alive runnin'?
Comin' with five gunmen, waitin' to do a drive-by
So when you see the black 500 (what?)
times seem out of place when compared with my burdens
Feels I been shot deep in my soul, but the bullet keep turning
Thinking of my juvenile years,
Tanqueray and Hennessy until I cold hurl
Ten months in this gut what the fuck
I wish moms'd hurry up so I could get buck
Wild juvenile rippin' mics
(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.
Tanqueray and Hennessy until I cold hurl
Ten months in this gut what the fuck
I wish moms'd hurry up so I could get buck
Wild juvenile rippin' mics
you're tryin' your hardest to get by
Yeah, I could see it in your eyes (oh, I)
I could see it in (I could see it in)
We The Best Music
'Cause I can
To engage in abortive devourement
Cleavers and whisks, my tools of dissection
A gas powered stove my crematory
The fridge acts as the juvenile's
juvenile, yes, I goof and I jest
A flawed human, I guess
But I'm doing my best to not ruin your expectations
And meet 'em, but first, the "Speedom" verse
just a juvenile delinquent.
So I was gone, and I'm on my way home,
my momma's going to get me, and I flee with (???).
She puts a jacket on my
in it
As a juvenile caught cases so fluently
Look at my life and learn from it, don't do it
If I only knew back then what I know now
How much better
of there
Juvenile
She say drop it like it hot
Everything litty I love when it’s hot
Started from scratch like Vinyl
God
Godfather flow
Glock by the flo’
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
a missing uncle and another need a kidney flip
Face says I been stressed
I got a aunt getting her ass kicked by MS
Nigga, why am I here? For the look, for
with
So ride with yourself
I'm a juvenile
They telling me get down for they wealth
No getting high
Cause when you gettin' high
You needing some
{Sound of a helicopter}
[Officer 1]
Juvenile
You are not a soldier
Put down your soldier rag and ground the chopper
If you don't we
Something about it, man
Same song and dance
In the pale moonlight (yo)
I'm looking at ya, yeah, girl, you're kinda tooken back by
The whole rapper
him
DMX wanna get down, well, you tell, homie
I'm on that Treach shit, I do my dirt all by my lonely
I should rob Clue, man, his shit did well
I
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
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
Sassoon, chrome tones hear the moans of Al Capone
Gun POW to the dome
And split the bone, wig blown off the ledge
By the alleged, full-fledged, sledge RZA
ready to make him mad.
I'm glad I had to wait awhile,
A little bit too juvenile.
I needed to refine my style, a silk suit
And a crocodile smile.
.jpg/237px-Juvenile(rapper).jpg "Juvenile")
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