Lyrics:
The only way to see six figures, is break niggas
Me and Musolini set to ride we high
Big Bogart got the alibi if homicide ask us way
Labelled a Capo in
n****s
The only way to see six figures, is break n****s
Me and Musolini set to ride we high
Big Bogart got the alibi if homicide ask us way
Labelled
juvenile, goin' out like a menace
Chillin' on the set, I see a big dope dealer
Hearing voices in my head sayin' kidnap that nigga
Hands all bloody 'cause I'm
really mattered
I remember wanting to be a rapper
I remember wantin to be a trapper
Never judge a book by its cover
When you could be
Getting sentenced in
You wouldn't know me if you seen me, man it's been a while
Sometimes I dream we're partying like back as juveniles
In one scene there's big dreams
a crook with a deal
If my record don't sell I'ma rob and steal
You better recognize, nigga, I'm straight from the street
These industry niggas is
Set it off, set it off, set it off, set it
Set it off, set it off, set it off
[ Jay (later Jadakiss from The LOX) ]
I'm sayin 'WHAAAT?'
so you respectin us
Chorus
[Juvenile]
If I was in the dinker, I probably be dead right now
One of these niggas tried to bust my head by now
I'll be
that you ain't get no damn choice.
Get the rock and get the fuck on.
Sittin down in a crack house earning my pay
If some base head jump crazy, I'll just
Hey, yo!
A lot of you are probably wondering why each verse goes off on random tangents
I never wondered that
But that's just what it's like in my
Ooh, hey yeah
Do you know how to leave, do you want to ride...ride
Ya see, it started off in St. Paul from the street of Old Nash
And it feels
"Juvenile, stay off them streets."
I can't help, I draw attention, they be fuckin' with me
I'm hot in the ass and can't get enough of these streets
a castle instead
And get fed some grace by Miss USA
[Hook (Juvenile)]
How can I make a million?
Without tha feds investigating my building
I know niggas
you primal fear
If you don't know the click then you're smokin' wet
Funk Doc, Def Squad, from the Jersey set
Wild the fuck out, smoke the fuck out
grams in the fuckin' spliff
Call it what you want I'm a zombie bitch I'm off this shit
Yo prada never gonna pile up
If you can't follow this game,
friends peepin' that set in the metro
Girl that juvenile, you ain't know it he was on fire
Sporty done pressure-washed em', knocked black magic off his
(B.G.)
Me, Wayne, Turk and Juvenile getting blunted
In a pair if white suburb 1500
No stunting counting 100 thou nigga in front of the brick
He
and get blown back
I burn 'em twice with a black rusty old Mag
Now block a nigga, get off me
Get some off that, buy the weed and blow that bitch up
A wise philosopher by the name
Of "Juvenile" once said
"We're taking over from the
'99 to the 2000"
Well, I'm gonna take that to another level
It's
jump up off that porch, land' on your feet
Cause these streets kinda wicked
Watch your fuckin' back and stay up on your pimpin
These hoes ah set you up
the scene
Sorry if we crush your dreams
Martin Luther King
That KelTec it got a beam, do not intervene
Niggas too high off the lean
They lost they self-esteem
spawning
c short con with a long half-life
Lonely, shivering and autistic
Empire waist dress, dangerhair
Stunning, brave and quote, "notsexual"
cs if these
switchin up, I got you feenin and I
And I can feel it when your energy off
Yeah I can tell by the face you make when I'm takin off
But imma be right back,
a hunnid, I swear
I did it all for the set
Me and Chano shooting dice on a jet
My nigga, fuck you expect?
Tatted the gang, I take off my chain, I still
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