Lyrics:
, hater, hater, hater, hater, hater,
laugh now, cry later nigga
Don't look at me
cause I ain't giving niggas nothing else
Show'em love and they leave me by
weight everyday on the boulevard
(Juvenile)
Well in my section them hoes be always pointing across
They either want to be killers or wanna be the boss
featuring Big Tymers, Hot Boys
{Juvenile}
How you love this playboy? This one here bezzled out.
With the Hot Boys and the Tear da
do-or-die, homicide
But tell me the reason for lost lives
Could it be we all caught up in a scandalous system?
Fallin' through the cracks, blinded by
or shut up, or get routed!
I'm from the streets and I hang with killers
I make music by the ghetto for the thugs and killers
Wodie respect my hood,
[Juvenile]
You need a nigga that stay sharp, always got money
Pockets stay full of them big-face hundreds
A nigga with tattoos all over his arm
(light 'em up)
Don't come actin' juvenile
It's just a waste of time
(Now move them hands up off yo' hips)
Old enough to get it on
As long as you're
this niggas
Stupid niggas
Dumb ass niggas
Obi don cast in
Front of my niggas
Party don start where
My gold diggers
Leaching diggers
All my haters
Don't
I ain't got no time to be worried bout a hater
I'm too busy out here stackin dis paper
I'm too busy out here reaching different levels
I'm too
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
[Lil' Keke]
Woody,Wodie,Woody,Wodie........
[Juvenile]
My nigga,my motherfuckin',my wodie-May'ron
My people like used to be runnin' with up in
close up with the Louisville Slugger
BGeezy is the hustla, ignorant motherfucker
I was taught how to bust heads by the best head busters
Cluckers, you
I'm tryin' to do right
But I'm surrounded by wrong
Avoid the all night flight
And still make it on my own
I'm tryin' be cool do what I gotta do
But
much beng beng
Show some love a-town
Beng beng
Inna Spanish town
Beng beng
Inna grillage town
An' ah dun ah juvenile wit' no town
Too much beng
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
black Trans-Am dippin on that man, who that be?
TIM-BA-land, now haters want to get at me
Just because we three brothers dippin in the FLY RIDE
He
ain't doing nothing to the other person
I don't even feel that shit
You know what I'm saying?
I really need more haters
Talking to the ones in the back
featuring Juvenile
(B.G.)
Ohh man, you fuck that girl friend
Verse 1: (Juvenile)
Girl look at you, with you big fine A$$
Whipping that Boss shit
Spitting that Raw Shit
Haters be looking like aww shit
I run it up like cross fit watch this
I check back in to run up
shining and ride fly?
What kinda nigga be bumping in drive bys?
Look, look...what kinda nigga be burning like a stove?
Worth 6 figures, hot, ?
shining and ride fly?
What kinda nigga be bumping in drive bys?
Look, look...what kinda nigga be burning like a stove?
Worth 6 figures, hot, ?
on that man, who that be?
Timbaland, now haters wanna get at me
Just because we three brothers dippin' in the fly ride
We don't care though, nigga we just
Camp with the clique (alright)
Whoa
Uh, uh, uh, Juvenile off the mix (yah)
Ayy, break it down, make it dip (yeah-eah)
Ayy, off top, off the rip
broad day, them niggas was pointin' fingers
What the fuck I look like bein' a hater? I made it happen for 'em
My lil' nigga started touchin' paper, I
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