Lyrics:
and bang
If a nigga don't know better peep the game
SUC we running thangs
Finna smash me a nigga
I'm a young gun nigga by the name of Trae
Wrecking this
porn and the shadowy insurgents known simply as "haters"...
Out here in this cultural wasteland
Drag queens cutting like a knife
With a whimper, witness
and fucking these bitches down
Riding in my Impala, watching out for them coppas
And impostas, acting like coppas, trying to buy what I'm selling
As a juvenile
selling
As a juvenile, was a delinquent, niggas was telling
Snitching that's why a couple of my niggas is felons,
Switched up the mission, got to have my
[wyclef talking:]
Yo to my people doing time, xzibit, juvenile, y'all need to
Nature, ja rule, reptile come on
Bring the heat.
[xzibit]
Look,
[Juvenile]
I bust you in your motherfuckin mouth for talkin
The beast of beasts is in here, and 1 or us ain't walkin
Hope you got your boys and you
Couple niggas dying sick of turning up at funerals
Police got me fucked up got me locked up in the juvenile
Got my momma crying cus she just wanted
I flip and scrip 9 minute EF three
Playin by different bitches 'cause my face in the paper
Profile done although she couldnt describe me I got
fra hollywood til spanien
i catelanyien når du ser det var dem der vandt medaljen
en hater holder den op, ja den er meget pæn
så jeg tog den fra hans
sittin' in the middle
Me and my son, Wheezy, got a house by the water
I'll be fuckin' bad bitches (bad bitches, bad bitches)
I be hittin' they daughters
playing some chess with a cheat
Hate how I stood
Right by watching it fuck up my week
I might be juvenile
Saying I'll keep a smile
Only if fate favors me
Niggaz.. Look..
Loud pipes, big rims, nigga, that's my life..
While I pull up at the club, sorry that's my night..
I know that the haters probably sayin'
class yea ain't even lookin' at my boarding pass
Til ya find out who I was
Now you want a photograph, a photograph
Haters on my back, like some
ain't even lookin' at my boarding pass
Til ya find out who I was
Now you want a photograph, a photograph
Haters on my back, like some shoulder pads
Nigga
Live with us H-B
What what (echo)
[Chorus: x3]
(B.G.) Niggas in trouble cause the Hotboys behind the trigger
(Juvenile) You don't want this out
Fresh is the best at beats
I feel like when you hear this shit you goin' feel like me
Hook: (B.G. and Juvenile)
Nigga fuck you, I feel just like you (3x)
red
It's a cryptic world
It is design to stress your head
See the juveniles a dead and the hungry nah get fed
Leaders abuse the system left we inna
To the playa hater's I say, fuck you
You needs to worry 'bout you
Instead of what to not do
Juvenile don' hooked up with Missy
Bitches gon' hate me, bitches
Gotta live by the code never trust these hoes get you some money go buy you a house lil nigga before you go buy some gold getchu some bread go take
a helicopta’, nigga
Mhm mhm
Excuse me
Do me a favor. By the end of the day I need 40 more haters
Winning on my neck so I never go change it
Ain’t no business like
on the floor
When, when you're in the club, get your ass on the floor
Them haters can't tell you nothing
Them haters can't tell me nothing
Them haters can't
what They say cuz a hater gonna Hate throw salt your way
Down talk upon your Name it's up to you to keep
And stand by what you Claim the minute they see
Haters can't stand me, should've won a Grammy
I done came down, got more publishin' than Bambi
Haters can't stand me, haters can't stand me
Haters
since I was a juvenile
They cut me loose in nine deuce I swore to tell the whole truth
Keep it gang-bang 100 proof
Everybody say hey snoop did death
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