Lyrics:
at ya door like knock knock knock
Got niggas in the hood still slingin re-rock
Watch what i do got nothing to prove
Up with my gun and knock of ya dude
And a nigga like me, I play this game for keep
I remember when niggas slang heroin up in balloons
I paid attention to everything, from killings to cartoons
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
Adversity and distress is on the way to paradise
Enticed by expensive things you can't have patience,
It'll be there waitin',
Take nothing for granted
[Syke
touch me now
I don't want to live without you
Nothing's gonna change my love for you
You oughta know by now how much I love you
One thing you can be
here so death is winning
Nothing but blues around, feels like we're losing out
Times that spent in this environment confuse a child
As a juvenile I
quite like my family's love to warm me,
And nothing short of death's gonna ever leave me cold.
Well, still at times it's lonely,
But through it all it
vacant graves on New Zealand's free fun
Stealing from me the generous
And my juvenile "When the time comes'
There's only so much happiness in this
Thunderbird to me it was priceless
Don't need a Bentley or a Benz cuz this was the nicest
Better believe on the mirror was the fuzziest dices
Young juveniles
up a check
Damn right you know how I do
Only play by my rules
I page homage and I paid dues
Serve niggas quick like drive thrus
Nah nigga we not cool
walk while Don shot speak
Di life of a gangsta is bitter and sweet
Surrounded by snitches and low life creep
Dirty cop who stick on like leech
continue saying the story my friend
Well for 5 months straight she snuck in the club
But tonight left the boss feeling like he got snub
Frustrated by it all
of the Ghetto (Nothing new)
Shorties walk blades in stilettos
Many forms of the Devil (Wicked)
Bringing me down a level
I know that I'm special (Facts that)
ain't got nothing on me
I'm bringing rifles to a gunfight
They bringing knives
I Do what I like
But I try to be nice
Ain't tryna mess up my karma
Yeah
Same song and dance
Damn, girl, everywhere I go
Same song and dance
I like the way you move, all over the globe
Same song and dance
the hood, you dig
(that's where I'm at Eastside)
Its Dip-Set, Eastside (come on!), lets ride
[Verse 1]
They got me livin' like (what!),I ain't worried 'bout
hope if you don't leave it
Good friends start to fiending
Then their fiending turns to addicts
But addiction is just nothing but
Subtraction by addition
someone (No)
Else when you're by my side (Yah yah!)
I want you to (woah)
Stay with me (Yah!)
Forever like by my side (woah!)
By my side (what?)
Come
DMT, I'm so rare
My juvenile was wilder than the NOLA
A locomotive couldn't track me down in my career
Runnin' this shit with four pair, son of my
this, lawd
Me holla respect, to all the gun men dem
Gun men alone, keep gun men friend
Fire bun, fi all the informer dem
Informer lone keep informer
this, lawd
Me holla respect, to all the gun men dem
Gun men alone, keep gun men friend
Fire bun, fi all the informer dem
Informer lone keep informer
This track goes out to any one who has a dream
Mr. Criminal had a dream
But it seem like no matter what
Something would always get in the way
You
excited , tryna keep control of this big old thang in my
pants (in my pants , in my pants) , shawty got me so excited
Verse 2:
i aint seen nothing like
spare nuh rod & spoil nuh damn child juvenile affy cry me wave de belt high
Bout yuh ah chop Ee line and still naav a dime likkle bit too prime so wait
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