Lyrics:
I'm a young nigga, go by the name B.G.
Don't stunt, nigga, my K hold fifty
And I will use, in a minute you six feet
I refuse to lose, I issue
featuring Juvenile
(B.G.)
Ohh man, you fuck that girl friend
Verse 1: (Juvenile)
Girl look at you, with you big fine A$$
a missing uncle and another need a kidney flip
Face says I been stressed
I got a aunt getting her ass kicked by MS
Nigga, why am I here? For the look, for
lifelong mission
Just listen, everyday like a snap shot taken
If you live you could learn to just be patient
'Cause life is like a slide show
All
sayin?
DEB: Oh, my nigga, I ????? to do the shit by myself!
JT: Shit, do what, what you bout to do, man?
DEB: Tell these people bout this muthafuckin
it all
By leaving them all
Behind
Cause wild is the look
Of the running juveniles
Cause wild is the look
Of the running juveniles
Wild is the look
that out here lost
And ain't ever gonna find their way home
Suspicion got you furious, so grab your shit and listen up
It's violence and violence,
represent 'til I fall under the dirt boy
I run wit' Juvenile, BG, and Turk boy
And we the hottest, of the hottest
Of the damn hot
In helicopters with my
'23 was supposed to act like a juvenile
I aint got no time
But I aint worried bout the future
Got the big dawg by my sideline
No perfect vision
Feeling
and listen to Juvenile
I like that South shit, all my niggaz is wild
You gotta come up with a new plan, I'm sayin man
South boys ain't fuckin playin -
boofing as use
Read they mind these niggaz delusional
Fourteen fresh out the juvenile
Fourteen fresh out the juvenile
In my way pick you up and I'm moving
Top tier take your top off
Lot of hot sauce
Salt and pepper prawns with the bokchoy
Yea yea
Since a juvenile been a hot boy yea yeah
Since a juvy I
friends down
Until ya family up"
If I bring the fish by they cookin'
It's a fish fry
My friends make the fish fly but
They ain't playin' Candy Crush
I don't
cornered and sell some Vodafone
N-why to floater while I'm humpin' your daughter
Stayin' in the French quarter and listen to Juvenile
I like that South shit,
When I speak you need to listen up like I'm your conscience miss
I guess that's why they say we next up on the prophet's list
They call me
to get them to listen
Piss on your designer boots and designer leathers
[Chorus]
Hey little rock star, what don't you see
This is not all that it's
Born to the jungle (Jungle)
Where the streets keep you humble (Humble)
You get raised by the struggle
Taught to go hustle (Hustle)
Don't flex
youngin's cuz I know
They listen when I talk)
All praise to my God
(But I gotta' thank my hood role
Models that I made it out)
They ain't never give me shit
and my momma use to sit and watch the lion king
She had a pathfinder to yea bumping Yolanda Adams
Or four hundred degreez by juvenile
And we ain't never
[Juvenile]
That's right, it's crunch time now fellas
No time to be cryin for momma now, it's the movement
C'mon
To all my people on them corners I
the shoulder when you cry
To be fire in a cold time, big lion of the pride By your side, times ten till the end!
- Chorus:
I listen to reason
I’m walking away
[Juvenile]
Listen,
It's a fresh package I got - why not move it
Keepin' it in the house 'll have the Feds locked to it
Business as usual is goin'
we don't want them by the house
But Skipper started bustin' when he saw them pullin' out
We did them niggaz dirty for fuckin' up our vibe
We packed up
Watchin the pimps roll by in they fancy cars
But never did the thought even pass
At the time, he 'posed to have his behind in class
So when report cards
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