Lyrics:
was where they claim to teach you understanding
To teach you love and keep you off the streets
And all the kids that live here are said to be
back in time,
[B.I.G.]
now i'm 13 smokin' blunts, makin' green,
or on the drug scene, fuck the football team,
risk it, rupt ur spleens, by the age
profound
Similar to rounds spit by Derringers
You're in the Terrordome like my man Chuck D said
It's time to dethrone you clones, and all you knuckleheads
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
multiply that sh*t
By a dozen ways I make it so my clothes stay crisp
And I get alotta pu**y give a f**k boutta b*tch
My ice go drip drip drip on a b*tch
(I
nickels and dimes
I knew that I was goin' somewhere
Would 'Pac be alive, if you let 'Pac drive?
Swear to God to reverse it I give my left eye,
With
I heard a silence in my head, you said I wasn't trying left me bled
You made me die inside, and I feel alright when i'm by you're side
Let's get
on the max
You gone break the meter entertainin that
I came far and I ain't goin back
Rose gold two tone froze yeah I be on that
Damn nigga
Ghetto bitches
life with. This is the same person you are getting hurt by calling you names that will never be anything for your life. But, I got hope because I'm
man,
and I shouldn't be bothered by people like you."
"Is that all you have for me? One lousy quarter G? Couldn't you lend
me a nickel...?" "Get out,
ain't a thug and I ain't tryna be
They tryna take my love man and it bothered me
Hey, baby bubba
If y'all feel it let me hear you say
Hey, baby bubba
We
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 -
Your name is Pudgee but
I wanna call you Tracey
Can I call you by your first name
She said can you keep a secret
You the one I want to freak with
You
Justice must be born there's no escape
'Cause a snake can't be reformed so I wait
Comin' in the name to proclaim your fame for protection
And you don't
with
So ride with yourself
I'm a juvenile
They telling me get down for they wealth
No getting high
Cause when you gettin' high
You needing some
know it's just no use, no use
Know what people say
They think it's a juvenile's game
But I don't care, I'd always wait
'Cause we are brought together by
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
and drama
I recollect walking and stoppin'
Cops not even checking on me, juvenile delinquent
And baby y'all be respecting me
The B.O. it taking me in
the rest is history
You're all alone in the freezing cold
By the underground
Your hands are numb and you're feeling dumb
Cos you been let down
You thought
to a goal
Now you niggas know the code (Now you know)
I wanna flex on my ex (My yeah)
I wanna bury a check (A check)
Count hundreds by the roll (By the roll)
fuck it, ice up your wrists
Be a thug chick, keep it real miss
Tattoos, custom golds, you a boss bitch
[Chorus]
[Halleluyah]
Look - mami in the club
and cats
By a cardboard box where the buns be at
One more thing for those that wanna bite my shit
I hope you choke and no one give you the Heimlich, dead
Wake up motivated cuz I gotta get them racks in,
Get up off my d*ck you wasn’t fuckin with me back then,
You aint tryna win i can tell by your
of the friends
Badd whips, Badd b*tches, Badd money in the account
What do you mean by bad with all these bad critics
Last year was Bad
This year we move, yh
We're
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