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Niggaz be gone
Off that herone
Smith and Wesson
Blow your damn vest off

(Juvenile)
Well in my section
They always got them a dirty police
They take
[Juvenile]
I'm a T.C. solja, New Orleans stunna
If a b**** leave me, I'm a take every thing from her
Leave while ya can, or ya mom will pick ya

187

C-BO, WC

Orca

C-BO

2012

pistol in your hand
You ain't no man
You get ran.. off tha set... like a bitch
And if you stay.. it's trigga play

Motherfucker, you get split
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
of these hoes and I'm up
And if she wanna flex up
I'ma back the ho up

Girl that's Juvenile
You don't know he on fire
Seventeen inch Momos
Black Magic
pistol in your hand
You ain't no man
You get ran.. off tha set... like a bitch
And if you stay.. it's trigga play

Motherfucker, you get split
your hand
You ain't no man
You get ran, off tha set, like a bitch
And if you stay, it's trigga play
Motherfucker, you get split
And once it's on,
of these hoes and I'm up
And if she wanna flex up
I'ma back the ho up

Girl that's Juvenile
You don't know he on fire
Seventeen inch Momos
Black Magic
pistol in your hand
You ain't no man
You get ran.. off tha set... like a bitch
And if you stay.. it's trigga play

Motherfucker, you get split
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
pistol in your hand
You ain't no man
You get ran.. off tha set... like a bitch
And if you stay.. it's trigga play

Motherfucker, you get split
pistol in your hand
You ain't no man
You get ran.. off tha set... like a bitch
And if you stay.. it's trigga play

Motherfucker, you get split
get
Out of these hoes and I'm up
And if she wanna flex up
I'm a beat the hoe up

Girl that's Juvenile
You don't know he on fire
17 inch Momo's
strings hittin' the beef gigga head
then leave the set, leave a beef gigga wet
jet
off the scene with the uptown fighter
red dot sighters
all week
[Chorus]

Set it off on the left y'all 
Set if off on the right y'all 
Set it off 
Set it off by subjection 
Set it off on the right y'all 
Set it
hum

You see how Hot Boys play it now
When we coming for yo issue woodie lay it down
'Cause if you don't you done piss me clean off
Ya history dog
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
Boy, girl, I got that fire

(Chorus4x [Juvenile])
Shit, I got that fire
I got that fire
Girl, holla at a nigga if you want that Oscar Meyer
get
Out of these hoes and I'm up
And if she wanna flex up
I'm a beat the hoe up

Girl that's Juvenile
You don't know he on fire
17 inch Momo's
hum

You see how Hot Boys play it now
When we coming for yo issue woodie lay it down
'Cause if you don't you done piss me clean off
Ya history dog
B.G. talking:
What's happening?
The Hot Boy$ got some feelings they like to get off they chest
And if these niggaz feel like we feel, then y'all
was Farmer
Shorty got the death wish, I wish to die
But when I try, it just goes by
You couldn't kill me because I can't kill myself
And if I got
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?
featuring Bun be	, Juvenile, Ms. Tee 



First Verse: [Juvenile] 



Scraped my elbow jumpin' the fence 

Creepin' through the grass
Whatchu holdin' that ? fo', blaze the bitch up
If you runnin' out of liquor, fill up yo' cup
It's Redd-iggity, and Juvenile-niggity
And we came here