Lyrics:
What will they do when they find us
With our heads hanging down so low
They sit us down here
To learn about love
What you need to know
Can't see
MIKKYMIKE- CAN'T QUIT
Hook:
Fill a glass till I'm messy cause it's like you see right through me.
I keep trying but I can't quit you.
When I crash
[Juvenile]
Uh Huh, Uh Huh
Mic check one, two
it's Juvenile coming through
Uh Uh c'mon, c'mon
[Verse 1]
Who the man? if I ain't it nigga can't
You don't have to worry you
Can ride with me now
Niggas are quick to scream how
They die for me now
Only got one click, we Outlawz on the Row
Fair
the percentile
Car bumper make a nigga sing that Juvenile (When you back that ass up)
Show it & prove it (Uhh uhh)
My whip is the newest (Uhh uhh)
And you can't
see me: A lenscrafter
Transitions for the light and the dark
Fiya works for all ages: Big Bang to the sparklers
A black cat calling out you dogs who
you don't hear me though
My twenty-inches spinnin', you always see me grinnin' (yeah)
And you hear niggas call me grimy (grimy)
They hit me with
A Mercedes Benz 700 V14
I know you niggas can't believe that
I can't wait to see you haters' face when you see that
Man, look at that
Niggas wear shades
I'm blinded from the life, I can't see, though
Got juveniles on the block, thirty stick hangin' out the Glock
Bandana tied 'round the clip, and they
on end, you hear me.)
[Verse 3]
Can't forget about my born pos' (Nope!)
Can't forget about my night gangs
Bet it all to the dice game (yea)
Bet I brawl
I'm goin out baby uzi, style
Catchin bodies like I hit skins
The hostile juvenile, fuck what you heard
More four-five, motherfucker die
My crew is
[Lil' Wyte]
...ah yeah Hypnotize Minds, wassup Lil' Wyte featuring Juvenile
Crash the mothafuckin' club, the REMIX!! - and its goin' down for you
Slither in the streets, of Manhattan
In the streets of Queens, streets of the Bronx
Streets of Staten Island
Wherever you see 'em they slither
Whoever,
I proposed with a wedding ring
Sunny
I'll work in that
By the sweat of my brows I gotta eat
They want see me down and stuck on E
One day imma rise
you can ask your wife and she will say the..
Same thing.. and your children be amazed when they see me on the..
Big screen, Ha, ha, ha... I crack myself
Real niggas ain't bad at it
These motherfuckers who owe me
Chopping off their head now
You love that hood that you represent
You bout that working
to con the industry just so they would listen
But go 'head, you just gon' wreck yourself
How was you protectin' me? You can't protect yourself?
Let's
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
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
Alright den
We onnat
I'm on some hot boy shit
Foreal
They ain't bouta pop this shit like me
Like Weezy F and Juvenile type shit
I'm talm bout some
are some hoes
I put it on my casket
Bitch talkin' out a line, who the fuck Are you mad at?
Pour the C4 on her tits, call it booby bomb
If I can't have
allegiance
Cause the way you love me I could never leave ya, I need ya
(All I need is you)
By my side, thick and thin
Highs and lows, don't let go
We
getting up after I fall and I'ma bussit
If you can't read between the lines, tell me how you gon' trust it?
If I can't put it through the fire, then it just
thinkin' these
Are the dreams of a young teen
Scheme, and stack green over crack fiends
One time can't hold me one of these days
We gotta bust back for
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