Lyrics:
up (ya understand)
Soon as we get 'em we gon' all get the fuck (ya understand)
Chorus: Juvenile (repeat 2X)
Shhhh, be quiet
him by inches, he sprinted
Some of his boys on the corner was who your bullets entered
Two of 'em pull through, but one didn't, son's finished
You took
on what r you doin
Lets do it
Need 2 get round 2 in
[Verse 2]
Oh oh oh
Well the biz the biz I'm in tha muzik biz
I really couldnt tell you what the main
now when you touch down we outta town
????Smoke 2 blunts I’m boolin now we smoking dead opps what’s that sound
????I’m only smoking if it’s loud that
Ah, yeah, we finna get ready to bump that smoked out, locked out, part two
Mystic Stylez, Three Six Mafia in the ho
We finna do that shit
Mafia
what to say, I was hangin' by a string
She said, "Hey, you two, I was once like you, and I liked to do the wild thing"
Wild thing
She loved to do
what to say, I was hangin' by a string
She said, "Hey, you two, I was once like you, and I liked to do the wild thing"
Wild thing
She loved to do
off the roster
Starting lineup, Iron Lung (and Funk Doctor)
Johnny Blaze the Ghostrider (uh)
Ghost stories by the campfire (uh) We night breed
get home baby I want you in my bed
Stepping in the street we move correct
Got the wap all down by legs
Got the street on lock like Luther Lex
On me
Despite concerns, I'm doin' aight
Leave her drippin' like when fire meets ice
I'm god body, more than die if you touch
My niggas know rock bottom like
give a damn
Two face keep your two cents I need a dime
No ion lie feeling like I need to two at a time
I'm bout my kicks flicks money chicks
You about
So take a chance
And don't ever look back
Don't ever look back
We drove to Cali
And got drunk on the beach
Got a motel and
Built a fort out of sheets
maybe one or two
Wish I could see him this weekend
Wish I could walk in his shoes
But now I'm doin' my own thing
Sometimes I'm good, then I'm bad
Although
on dangerous summers
We're just a thug nigga workin'
For drug dealers of neighborhoods
Run up by the age of 13
We was gunnin' and it was fun
To see the police
like 12 (Yeah), just so you know we don't fuck with 12 (Fuck with 12)
Not in this bitch by myself, but I'm by myself (By myself)
They got money on your
Word bond..We both got visions to be in charge, On God..We both make decisions to live large..Summer Breeze makin up for them winters was so hard..By far
Yeah, she went to Vienna
First day alone, Indiana (yeah)
Two guns, Jones Indiana, hey
Cook him broad day, Benihanas (yeah)
On the bus, put me under,
dawg two-somethin' just to shoot somethin'
Left them niggas stretched out on the train tracks
Rather you than me, here come that payback
Got 'em
the car, ran two more blocks
Put in reverse, then I heard the gun shots
Doin' a hundred, so I couldn't get popped
Officer friendly, on the trip nonstop
jacks pot to fill in my crates
We laid back chillin' and feelin' the music relates
We on the, to the two hangin' with my crew
Bullshittin' while we
from my niggas on the, other side
Two childhood friends just died, I couldn't cry
A damn shame, when will we ever change?
And what remains from
on me, make a movie with this thot
I might hop out like a bunny, doin' donuts in the lot
I been fuckin' with her buddy and I ain't sorry at all
I-I- I know
Do you really understand?
Ran through two hundred bands what?
(Duse making slaps, trick)
I be doin' shit these
Niggas wouldn't understand
Stop
a little bit
She was like we don’t gotta rhyme through the whole track
Track is banging by itself
(Who said that?)
That's Missy
Ah okay
But
I’m glad that it
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