Lyrics:
shoes with no laces
Los but dream those to juvenile placement
All for C-notes, the feds confiscatin'
Back to that block with brains on the pavement
Paid
millennium
You can't know what I'm schemin', my ideas I'm concealin' 'em
These plain and simple bars I'm sayin' 'em just like I'm seein' 'em
My rhymes are
in my court of Camelot. I must speak with your
lord and master.
GUARD #1: What, ridden on a horse?
ARTHUR: Yes!
GUARD #1: You're using
disrespect me I'mma prove my s*** and dump
Blast ryhmes like I pump, turn your belly to jelly
Veteran MC, I don't think you rookies is ready
Three hundred
on Patron, run grab by your phone
Get on Patron, run grab by your phone
Get on Patron, run grab by your phone
Get on Patron, run grab by your phone
give a fuck
I'm playin' the yard ox taped to my nuts
Ready to self destruct lord I don't want to die
But what powered your honor to hit me with 25
I
peanuts
I said oh Kisha
This what I got to meet her
She drunk it like a 2 liter
She blow like a pro
Oh no I got to keep her
Told her I'd be back about
a cantaloupe
Hope you got a rope to hang yourself
I rob for self, from Brooklyn, where else
Fat like a Lexus coupe, I'll rip your troop
Not even Lois Lane
Cause your brain go scatter gan gan
E go scatter your brain
Brain
Brain
Brain
Brain brain brain
Jaga Jaga your brain
Brain
Brain
Brain
Brain brain brain
cares what the police thank
Everybody fuckin with ki's cause it's a street thang
[Chorus]
[Juvenile]
Wodie! You really feelin your folks
Just them
Bounce back bounce back be -bounce back
I'm about bounce back bounce be -bounce back
[Verse 1: Juvenile]
You ever had corns on your fingers from
"playing football should be your only fun son".
I'm like "allright" so we enter the house,
come up to the door and pops fired to the mouth.
I
to believe this
The guards tried to rape me upstate d&E shit
What the hell, when I overdose, blood
You ain't seen shit?
Juvenile pinwheel chair, I'm sleeping
thing to understand
Why'all know what it is and Petey is just what I am
Spit what I spit cause I don't give a damn
Spin like just like why'all spin
juvenile
Ooh, so juvenile
We always had something better together, but your
Patience growing really thin, you ain't waiting no more
You said you have
Lord ah mercy
Bad boys, easy
Tek it easy and calm
(What is going on?) Alright
Well ah murder she wrote
Kick you like di bullet from a .45
wonder What that did to me girl
I'm pessimistic in my views so I sing
I think when we look back we gon just be amused by this thing
Cause I was only
tickets, under counterfeiters
Three cities a week, droppin' needles
Like the black Beatles take heed, what you need is
Jesus (the incredible)
Jesus
tickets, under counterfeiters
Three cities a week, droppin' needles
Like the black Beatles take heed, what you need is
Jesus (the incredible)
Jesus
just sound like you stupid now
You prove it to me every time you move your mouth
Never went to school you didn't think to go the student route
Older none
fractured heart
Will control your blackened soul
That's hiding in its orifice
Or face eternal solstice fashioned by the dark
Birthed in a chasm via voodoo in
was a juvenile
Delinquent with no feelings its the demons trying to help me out
I celebrate by getting faded, Underestimated
They keep on hating, I
fast I might fuck around and fly
They like where you get your pants hoe this Juvenile
I'm like which how I'm gone choose today they all fine
We know you
Glanced down at the case. It didn't look like the case the boy had,
or any boy would have. The Priest couldn't put his finger on what was so
old about
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