Lyrics:
Lou Ferrigno,
Made by the Nero, look like a zero,
Shine the spotlight, this is my night,
Get your cameras ready, let it rain confetti,
I'm
fun now
Bitch I'm JUVENILE down
Smoke it by the pound pound
Niggas love to hate when you evolve that's what I found out
I was the one they counted out
official
Let me tell you when it all started
Game dropped Documentary and
Made plenty enemies
It was a classic album, but prior to that
Guerilla Black
Mannie Fresh, Lil' Wayne and Turk
Baby and BG
The HB's with Strings on the cd-Its all gravy
Wait till you see us on TV
I'm Juvenile it ain't hard for you
Now they wanna hear a country nigga rap
Five albums in, I swear a country nigga snap
Thought they wanted trap, thought they wanted bass
Thought
Now they wanna hear a country nigga rap
Five albums in, I swear a country nigga snap
Thought they wanted trap, thought they wanted bass
Thought
Probably 'cause I gotta tell myself another lie
'Cause that's what helps to get me by
'Cause I'm in Hell
This is my goodbye, farewell
Wanna hold you,
like a dead body coming for its murderer
Shit, you seen Chino lately? You gotta see him
What you get to make an album, I get in one day's per diem
Go
and the H-Beezey
I can't be late
I'm gone see ya when I could
Here's Juve on the hip
Let 'em know it was all good
[Juvenile]
Oh oh there she go
On the way
no chaser
Watch me erase ya, misplace ya
Put you in the back with the derelicts
Yeah, I pop plenty shit
Chump, I'm making hits
No time for
It's a blessing that I came to the party
Never met a girl so fly
Is there a moment I don't think of you? Hardly
Never not a day goes by
They say you
Bitch I know you wanna tell ya girlfriends how it was
To get hit from the back, in the back of the 'Lac by a thug
And to get ran through until you get
Alone in my jail cell, I remember
(I was alone)
Alone in my jail cell, one cold December
(Let's get it)
I hit my knees, and prayed for better days
I
[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'
Big Daddy Kane catch a vibe/
I was raised by the Rap Gods/ raised by the rap gods
I was Raised by the Rap Gods/ raised by the rap gods
Prodigy, Guru,
Lil' Wayne)
Guerilla.....what!!!..what!!!....untamed guerilla
(Juvenile)
Everyday I hear somebody bustin' choppers
They be makin' it hot they be
run up in ya resident
Say hello to the baddest bitch ya ever met
Buck, buck, buck, buck, buck, buck
Sawed-off followed by the Mossberg Pump
When I
usual, Jeffrey Dahmer, reduced to a juvenile
Starvin' without the pain of pharmaceuticals
Drop a deuce in the coffin of your momma's funeral
Coppin'
him
DMX wanna get down, well, you tell, homie
I'm on that Treach shit, I do my dirt all by my lonely
I should rob Clue, man, his shit did well
I
[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'
tuberculosis, folks."
People hurried by, gray shadows on a distant wall.
It was getting late and no money to score.
He turned into a side street and the lake
didn't done chase the nigga now you really act silly
Let's spin around his block, hit em pussies one by one till a nigga get dizzy (ha)
Really the savage
acted dumb
When you'd see me after school?
But I wasn't no fool No sweat lost
Time passed by Now look who's boss
Probably never thought about you
at the end of the road
If you know what to do you can get you a steak
I can tell that you fake by your energy
I know if i let it you will take me to the devil
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