Lyrics:
I get the chills doing this shit
The haters say I’m cursed, it’s a curse like explicit
You had some hot shit I must’ve… must’ve missed it
And your
on
By the bullet y'all fly
Keep on tryna call my
Phone I never answer I'm 2 busy telling all my
Homies and my whole fam
In the war paint on
Push a piece
Spent time as a youth up in Spofford
Juvenile detentions
By '89 he was sentenced once
Out of the year, he did 6 months
Give or take
Maybe longer 'cause he
score?
Double back (hold, up), that's big war
It's the shake back (shake back), nigga, shake back (shake back)
You talk that big money shit, where
[Chorus]
I live the life of a thug
Sold many of drugs
Whatever you name it, I've done
Laid a few cats down
I'm on some new shit now
I tell you
shit together, I ain't jivin' you
I don't think that nigga could do you better then I could do, ya know
It's Juvenile from cross the street by
shit together, I ain't jivin' you
I don't think that nigga could do you better then I could do, ya know
It's Juvenile from cross the street by
from hurricanes to a slow rain
Your thoughts are so plane, I rearrange your whole frame
Until my whole name grow out your brain like Rogaine
Letter by
character strapped with the sounds profound
Similar to rounds spit by Derringers
You're in the Terrordome like my man Chuck D said
It's time to dethrone
then proceed to move
We a mob for real, you an example
[Chorus]
You should spread love not war
'Cause my shit is poppin
And I'd be god damned if
We ride abide, the laws that we live by
Oh my, oh my, starving and trying to get by
But when a man dies, the next man rides
Ready for war with a four
Uh huh, Uh huh, five, five, one... it's real shit nigga
You niggas say somethin' slick, you'll get slapped for that
You niggas schemin' on some
up and buy all my niggas time pieces
In my hotel, been abused by some bad bitches
Ever since I was way younger I've been had this vision
Now I'm in
It's a war
Go!
You get fooled by the flowers and tricked by the sun
But you better hold on to whatever you love
And don't you believe what you
(uh-huh)
Talkin' 'bout, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah
Blah, blah, blah, whatever
Man, I swear for God, man, I shit you not
I done
I do this for da love
I do this shit to death
When push comes to shove
I'm da last one left
Stab wounds and war scares
Cause life is a mess
I had
beefed with
My home girl got raped by
The homie on deep shit
Me and the other homie hit back then
But then he split i pray to the devil, blood
Ain't hard
bitch will to drop to the floor an lick my balls?
Or is it because a nigga sky ball, since juvenile hall?
To make these niggas straight talk shit, about
This is a war
No bullets and knifes
There's more in store
There's more at stake
There more on my mind
They're after yo heart
Your drive and all Your
it all
Juice, jay, et cetera
Memories of last weekend, lotta wild shit on my retina
Tempted for a moment then I'm tapped on the shoulder
By that melody
New York the city that never sleeps
Bodies covered in white sheets are layin' in the streets
Shit gets deep as we creep up the block by the kids
some shit in the 60s when she was 9...
3 6 9 yea very fine...
Sock it to you sock it to you ...
9 more times...
That's code for bumping yin Yang in
surf or you drown
When I was a minor
Got locked up at 14
They sent me to juvenile pound
Probably have a disorder
Cause you telling me shit but I still do
I go through
Kick old buu's like Goku
I run this shit, I told you
Got a laptop that I don't use
Matchbox full of old shoes
Tap thots like a mic
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