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came from The Feds picked a couple niggas up Now, we duckin' them Feds now It's hard to come by some Activis Now we drinkin' that red now Cocaine all
this gut, what the fuck I wish moms would hurry up so I could get buck While, Juvenile rippin' mics and shit New York, New York ready for the likes
[Wayne] What, wha, wha, wha, wha What, wha, wha, wha, wha Cash Mo-ney Millionaires So take it there [Juvenile] Yellow Viper, yellow Hummer,
thuggin' like that Murder, murder, kill, kill, bitch, I'm realer than real I was taught play with a sword, bitch, you die by the steel Stuck in my ways, I
[Bahamadia] I'm mystical; don't be deceived by the visual Visible preference is pure; patent it back to metaphors Greetin' 'em Illa del style wild
night stand Formula music, girly guile Genuine junk food for juveniles Up and down the dial Mercenary style I watched the stars chuck down their
cracked up to be And I can't say I blame you For throwing the towel in or buying more fame by cashing your chips in But with all of your talent, and so
Ain't Worried Bout It cause my mane lie On Two A pack too fly Selling in the street no B by Why they call it white president Niggas all I see is this
damn, I really miss him Ran up my money but still ain't happy, like, what I'm missin'? I guess they blinded by the diamonds, the fame, and the millions
a leader, take your pick Now I'm smokin buddha philly blunt style A frustrated and confused young juvenile King of the project blues so I choose To take
A frustrated and confused young juvenile King of the project blues so I choose To take a piece of the action But my sober state of mind won't let it happen
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
on any punk ass nigga or bitch The little brown skin buddha sucker little motherfucker I dwell in Juvenile Hell (yea yea) I got the shit that
Yo this is flavor for the non believes Sit back take a seat and don't forget to pass the weed And by the way this is all the way live
to survive I been uptown, played many games, hurt by many girls Been all around, looking for love, but no one to trust I been locked down with the big
pushing these bars like its my last set 24/7 I been working overtime Ain't got that much to show for it Still had to sell my soul for it Just to get by 24/7
way) Cause I got nuttin to lose, suttin to prove, I'm screamin' EASTSIDE (EASTSIDE!!!) While I dump on you dudes (Dip-Set!) And what we live by (yeah),
see likkle juvenile wid a nine a spray Me see man guh prison And nuh survive a day Yow de youths dem need a brighter day Right a way Chro me cahh
BOP-A-LENA WRITERS MEL TILLIS, WEBB PIERCE RECORDED BY RONNIE SELF Oop-scooby-dooby-lena, go-gal-go bop-a-lena, bop-a-lena, she's my gal Oh,
as a youngster ?] Verse One: Eazy-E Ruthless, my style as a juvenile Ran with a gang, slanged in the meanwhile Bankin, I specialized in gankin whites, Mexicans,
crops Yo beautiful, cut the cabbage and sell it as pharmaceuticals I react the baddest juvenile bite off his cuticles I'm stone, to the bone, flip
Juvenile voice: I love my music, my nasty music, it makes me happy, when I am sad, You don't know how, how much I love it, please don't take my 2
care about no bitch Only my nigga the one I Want to tell me different came up Gotta' thank the lord that I'm rich Took me for the same but I Spend it by
at all dem bubbles at da bottom Project Rugrat, I'm where they slung at Copped the ounce dime bag by my nutsack 8th-grade goonin', 9th-grade foolin'
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