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look here, it's on you
Tha B.G. and Juvenile.. tear it down
We get them pistols in our hand.. and act a clown
Niggas fucked up don't know.. what

187

C-BO, WC

Orca

C-BO

2012

bust.. fifty-plus
Don't give a fuck who in tha way
It's on you.. when I spray

Whoever hit, look here, it's on you
Tha B.G. and Juvenile.. tear it
bust.. fifty-plus
Don't give a fuck who in tha way
It's on you.. when I spray

Whoever hit, look here, it's on you
Tha B.G. and Juvenile.. tear it
bust.. fifty-plus
Don't give a fuck who in tha way
It's on you.. when I spray

Whoever hit, look here, it's on you
Tha B.G. and Juvenile.. tear it
bust.. fifty-plus
Don't give a fuck who in tha way
It's on you.. when I spray

Whoever hit, look here, it's on you
Tha B.G. and Juvenile.. tear it
bust.. fifty-plus
Don't give a fuck who in tha way
It's on you.. when I spray

Whoever hit, look here, it's on you
Tha B.G. and Juvenile.. tear it
Turn on tha radio, nah fuck it turn it off
Fear is your only god on the radio
Nah fuck it, turn it off
Turn it off, turn on tha radio, nah fuck it
on tha corner tryna make a livin'
Tryna make it back home, so we take a pistol
15, mug mean, we was big boys
Clutching on tha big toys, gamble wit' tha
You need a nigga that'll put you in your place
Put that dick on ya at anytime of tha day
A nigga that'll give ya a lil' somethin' if it's right
of my 9 
Get up 
Cause it's time to make tha pay back phat 
To my brothers on tha block--better stay strapped black 
And accept no substitutes 
I
and down tha block, Fleetwood Caddilac
But take it from me, young G, because that lifestyle ain't all that
Unless you ready to strap ya gat and serve tha yak
begin.
Yakity yak don't jump back or its on
Callin up Earl on tha car phone.
Mack 10 just got out of court
Rollin through tha hood in his super sport ropin
head, tellin' you they're all out
You go back to tha crib, Pick up tha telephone
You try it so I guess they saw you got home
Cause I can buy it O.Z.
[Juvenile]
Huh...
You lil boyz don't know what it mean ta get shot
You lil boyz don't want to do nothin' but hang on tha block
Yoy lil boyz ain't
[Juvenile]
Put a limit to tha bullshit and give me some space
Nigga recognize tha G in me when I'm tha place
I'll get mad and deliberately spit in
scissorhands and tha rippla got my back down 4 whateva
I'm a 16, smokin clever, 155 a devil
Aka tha crooked rebel wit a neck full of gold and ice pebbles
All my
mist wit' tha clinch
An unprobable way of ah trial 'cause it's tha funk, sing

[Chorus] 

(Now give it to 'em)
Ya, gotta sit back, smoke and choke,
the fuck 
Muthafucka could be located nigga could be touched 
I'll stab ya ass up 
And its up by the cut 
I keep my rees(reeboks) strapped on tight 
My
rum up
I'm a find me some new p****, and buy me a Four-Runner

I walk wit a limp, 'cause my nuts heavy
And I like it from tha back so hold your butt
and kick it, ain't no holdin back
We can party all night, but tha homies findin at tha mirage
For get it down countin tha fat, so red dales, jumpin and swell
more game and absolutely with no shame at all
Down and kick it, ain't no holdin back
We can party all night, but tha homies findin at tha mirage
For
(Ten  nine  eight  seven  six  five  four  three  two  one) 



[Juvenile] 

Welcome to tha section where it's hotter than a bitch 

Niggas
tha ice glistenin', man
I know it make you want to go get it bad
But ya gotta think 'fore ya move, partna
'Cause it'll make your ship sink and you
draws
Ring, ring, ring
Quiet y'all
Incoming call
Plus this my homie from high school
He's getting by
It's time to worry
Another brotha
Nobody cry
Life
[Chorus]

I'm tha only drunk (uh uh)
Dancin to tha funk (uh uh)
I guess it's up to me (uh uh)
To get this thing crunk
I'm tha life of tha party (uh