Lyrics:
of Sun and moon and star til they hand over the sky
My de luxe is, fluxes, pivots to where the crux is
Invade the town while village elders holler "Who
This is what you're tellin' me, okay
It all comes down to this huh? Okay
This is what you fuckin' tellin' me?
That this is it? Okay (grr)
How
But I got news for everyone of y'all
I know who yah is, plus I won't be satisfied until I go in yah crib
[Hook]
Whatcha getting scared for? Don't get
budget Doctor Who special effects
And that's half-baked, you never get a buck when you act
E-L dash, P is servin, we smash
Be a bootleg, and buildin
some east side niggaz and we runnin this shit
We some west side niggaz and we runnin this shit
[DJ Paul]
I'm from that Memphis 10 Bitch
Who gives a fuck
Oh, oh, oh
Oh, oh, oh, oh
Hold on to each other
Hold on to each other
This is what the world sounds like
Nah, fuck you, nigga (fuck you, bitch)
only outside cuz said it was cool
Who the fuck is putting you on the news
These 100,000 bodies piling up is all cuz of you
Soon as you walked into Office
to get the next now
I took this shackles and i turn em into Gold chains
Iced out like a fighter in his last stage
But Im only getting started this is my
And cut em up like protein
The Lord of criminal juvenile crimes committed
Set it some bitch-ass nigga, I'm widdit
You couldn't fuck with the skills
This is not a phase,
This is not a façade born out of a misunderstanding of-
The human condition
Every day feels like it's a normal day until it's
leavin' bodies a smell
They gone find you face down in the Calvin Canal
Nigga this game is real, this niggas here, do kill
If he came to it, trigger play
to the fuckin pen
My partna bos looked to my eyes and said, "nigga
Is it time for change, niggaz ain't livin in this dope game"
So we jumped into this rap game
time they turn a back, burn tracks
Niggas want to say they've earned stacks
Dick be jack, picture that
Say my name I'm the one, who the fuck is
time they turn a back, burn tracks
Niggas want to say they've earned stacks
Dick be jack, picture that
Say my name I'm the one, who the fuck is
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
beast mode
(Know who I am) beast mode
Yeah, yeah, fuck a black, brown, yellow or white it's about unity
While the media tryna twist my words, feel
Smokin' blunts in the driveway, my fo'-five
Screamin', "Fuck the police!" when we fly away, thug 'til I die
You wonder why I'm made this way
I wasn't,
time they turn a back, burn tracks
Niggas want to say they've earned stacks
Dick be jack, picture that
Say my name I'm the one, who the fuck is
and weigh it
735s I drive fits ta match
When I past
Bitches ask who tha fuck was that
Girl thats Juvenile you don't know'em he on fire
17 inch momos black
of trusted killers
Quick to move shit, heavily armed
I'm similar to Saddam
Sometimes I question who's sane
Like fiends frantic for that last vein
Stuck in
song
and break your barrier down, you can't carry the sound
Buckwild juvenile from Shaolin Island, what? What?
Who wants to get violent? Remain silent
And the sets go up
And the sets go up
And the sets go up
From the 3 to the 17, ey yo, we doin' it big
If you're ghetto you know who Wacko and Juvenile is
New
the corner raised you
Well that's your father i got one mother
She tried to cuff me to the radiator
Wild Juvenile gettin' paper
Fuck the Industry
I'm following
loved by ya grandmama, and ya babies
[chorus]
See my head is so big they call me jack n the box
You can't impress me, so fuck what you got
I say my head
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